Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 753 We are the Victims

Director Bai, whose face was all smiles in the conference room, coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Now that Comrade Xiao Lu has arrived, let's begin the meeting."

The dozen or so people in the conference room all looked at Lu Qiaoge, their expressions also quite complicated.

This newcomer is really impressive...

You should know that regardless of whether you have work experience or not, as long as you have just been transferred to this unit, you are considered a newcomer.

Everyone says that newcomers don't know where they're going.

This woman is so kind; the door is always open for her.

Just like this incident, due to our own mistakes and the losses caused by the irresistible disasters of nature, we can only swallow our anger and suffer in silence.

The two old factory directors were unwilling to accept this, and pitifully guarded the gate of the General Administration every day.

It's also about clinging to a sliver of hope and a last-ditch effort, which everyone can understand.

But in reality, even in the end, the result is the same: it's impossible to recover the losses.

It can only be said that they paid money for a painful lesson.

Who would have thought!
Lu Qiaoge—a newcomer who had only been on the job for a little over a day—discovered suspicious points from the existing information.

It wasn't complicated; we just went to the meteorological department and then retrieved the Feng family's information.

From this information, she made an unexpected deduction.

Starting with Chairman Feng, we indeed found a huge breakthrough.

In just a few days, the matter took an incredible turn.

Judging from this trend, we should be able to get our goods compensation back.

Whether I'm convinced or not is hard to say, but I certainly won't underestimate them anymore.

Lu Qiaoge pretended not to understand the looks in everyone's eyes, and straightened her back and looked very serious.

Director Lü explained the situation: it turned out that we hadn't even formally inquired yet; we had only made one phone call, and the Malaysian boss immediately contacted us through the foreign affairs department, saying that there was a misunderstanding and that he hoped we could act as a mediator so he could sit down and have a proper talk with Chairman Feng.

Then came Anster from the M country.

He also called the foreign affairs department, saying there was a misunderstanding and hoping for a chance to explain.

Director Lü said, "Specific information hasn't been sent back yet, but we can preliminarily conclude that Chairman Feng, who knows everything, is furious. Not only is a secret ship heading to the island, but he has also invited a mysterious bigwig to oversee things, saying that as long as this matter is resolved, he will receive 30% of the Feng family's shipping line."

A low murmur arose in the conference room.

"Thirty percent of the shipping routes?"

Section Chief Wei stubbed out his cigarette, his brows furrowed. "The Feng family's shipping routes in Southeast Asia are worth at least this much—" He held up three fingers: "Tens of millions of US dollars a year. Taking out 30% of that, that's quite a move!"

Director Lü: "But being a middleman isn't easy either."

"But since they've come to us for help, what will happen to our losses if we refuse them?"

Someone nodded: "Whether it's in China or abroad, those who owe money are always the ones in control!"

That's not wrong.

This is also the case in some domestic organizations. For example, a department store owes a factory goods. The other party comes to the store several times, but they always say that the payment from above has not been disbursed and that they have to wait. So they wait. Sometimes it takes one or two months, and sometimes it takes half a year or even longer.

Director Bai held his teacup, scraping the tea leaves with the lid, remaining silent for a long time. When the murmur subsided slightly, he raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Qiaoge:

"Xiao Lu, you're the one who brought up the suspicious points. Tell me, how do we plan to discuss this next?"

Dozens of gazes of various kinds converged once again. Lu Qiaoge put down her pen, raised her head, and spoke calmly and unhurriedly:

"Director, esteemed leaders, let me share my perspective. I believe that in this negotiation, we are not mediators but rather the aggrieved parties."

The Malaysian boss and Anster conspired to take over Feng's Shipping and swindle our goods; this is fraud and international commercial crime. Chairman Feng is furious; while it may not be a fight to the death, he certainly won't let them off easily. Currently, it seems we stand with Chairman Feng.

Everyone: "..."

Yes, we are the victims, why should we help mediate?

Chairman Feng was cheated and swindled, and he hates the other party to death. Asking him to back down now would be to offend them to death.

They were led astray by the other party.

But you can't blame these people. To put it bluntly, this is probably the first time that foreign businessmen have lowered their proud heads.

Secretary Shi looked at Lu Qiaoge with approval, laughed heartily and nodded: "Good, good, good, what Xiao Lu said makes sense."

Lu Qiaoge couldn't possibly say everything; she shut up after she finished speaking.

He picked up his pen, looking ready to listen to what others were saying.

Director Bai nodded secretly.

That girl is too clever.

So Deputy Section Chief Zhou said, "The two factories have lost their goods, the workers' wages can't be paid, the tea farmers' year's harvest has gone down the drain, and the exquisite handicrafts have sunk to the bottom of the sea. Xiao Lu is right. We are sitting here not to be peacemakers for them, but to get back the losses and get back what is rightfully ours."

Next, everyone spoke up, and with a clear direction, the rest became easier to refine.

Director Lü decided to personally go to Guangcheng to meet with Chairman Feng on behalf of the State Administration of Foreign Trade.

As for how to negotiate, that's their business.

Director Bai then adjourned the meeting.

Lu Qiaoge glanced at me and realized it was already past ten o'clock, so she and Gu Jiayan checked into the guesthouse together.

After washing up, Gu Jiayan looked at Lu Qiaoge and finally broke the silence: "Um... how was your first day of school?"

Lu Qiaoge was frowning as she dried her hair. There were more than ten people in the meeting, and seven of them were heavy smokers.

The meeting room was filled with pungent smoke; she felt like her hair smelled of tobacco.

These old smokers couldn't bear to smoke the filtered tobacco; they just smoked loose tobacco leaves.

If she weren't sharing a room with Gu Jiayan, she would have gone into her spatial dimension to tidy up.

Lu Qiaoge put down the towel and said with a smile, "It's alright. The overall atmosphere is very good, full of vigor and ambition. There's also a monthly subsidy, so students from disadvantaged families have less pressure and don't have to worry about living expenses. They can concentrate on their studies and serve their country after graduation..."

Gu Jiayan: "..."

That's a really... great answer!
She thought for a moment and said softly, "Although... ah, I still want to thank you. That day you taught me how to adjust my mindset and how to get along with Qi Qi, and I found it very helpful. Thank you!"

Lu Qiaoge smiled and said, "It's good that it's useful."

After Gu Jiayan saw that she had finished drying her hair, he quickly said, "There is a hairdryer in Deputy Section Chief Zhou's room. I'll go get it so the two of us can use it."

I just washed my hair yesterday.

She didn't want to wash, but Lu Qiaoge was so beautiful, clean, and refreshing that she felt embarrassed to be sloppy.

Gu Jiayan went to Deputy Section Chief Zhou's room to get a hair dryer, and Lu Qiaoge took the opportunity to enter the space.

(End of this chapter)