From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

I stared intently at the penalty document on the table and took a deep breath.

After calming myself down, I looked up at the three of them and slowly began to speak:

"After I took over the site, I completed all the records, rectified all the fire safety issues, and ensured that all compliance filings were in place."

"I have resolved all complaints, and the site operates legally and compliantly. Why should my agency rights be revoked without any reason?"

The man in the middle glanced at me indifferently and said dismissively, "The rules are set by higher-ups; we're just following them."

A younger executive standing nearby, seeing my pitiful state, whispered a reminder: "To put it bluntly, you've offended a powerful figure you shouldn't have. Just accept your fate."

The truth has been laid out; there's no reason given, it's simply a matter of personal connections suppressing the other party.

The compliance, hard work, and diligence of ordinary people are worthless in the face of capital and connections.

The last high-ranking official said in an icy tone, "Don't waste everyone's time. Even a large city-level agent, let alone a small regional distributor, can be forced to withdraw with a single word from above."

I felt extremely frustrated and resentful.

I really can't understand why Fang Heng would try to kill me just because I pretended to be Su Qing's boyfriend.

Or has he already found out about my previous secret targeting of his company?

But at that moment I wasn't thinking about that much; my mind was racing.

I cannot accept my fate.

To accept your fate is to have lost completely.

I took a deep breath, looked up at the three leaders in front of me, and calmly began to speak:

"Okay, I can refrain from arguing, but I would like to ask you, leaders, to look at something first."

As soon as I finished speaking, I took out a thick stack of printed copies from my file bag and gently laid them on the conference table.

This is the delivery coverage optimization and upgrade plan that I've compiled over the past few days by combining delivery data from all the residential areas, business districts, and factories near the delivery station.

Accurately analyze the blank locations, delivery blind spots, timeliness shortcomings, and profit loopholes in the area.

It includes a complete rectification plan, staffing, and profit model.

The thick operational plan had just been laid out on the table when three scrutinizing gazes in the meeting room instantly fell upon the paper.

The person sitting in the center frowned slightly, glanced at the paper, and asked calmly, "What is this?"

I met the three people's condescending gazes and said, "This is the complete operation optimization plan for the West City Station that I have compiled from on-site investigations over the past few days."

After a pause, I continued, "I'm not here today to beg for leniency. I want to tell you that this station might be a mess in other people's hands, but in my hands, I can guarantee it will become a benchmark station in the western part of the city."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire deathly silent conference room fell completely silent.

Immediately afterwards, three sneers rang out simultaneously.

The laughter was full of blatant mockery and disdain, making people feel extremely disgusted.

They didn't even bother to look at it, treating the young people as delusional dreamers.

The senior executive on the left spoke first, his tone sarcastic: "Young man, can't you be a little more realistic? You've got quite the big talk, wanting to be the benchmark for the area?"

"Do you understand your own position? You're just a low-level regional site agent, basically a contract worker. What gives you the right to make such boastful claims?"

The executive on the right scoffed, "Let me put it this way: even the operations director at headquarters wouldn't dare guarantee that they could turn a loss-making old store into a benchmark. Where do you get the audacity to make such boastful claims? Why should we believe you?"

"Let me put it this way: even our operations director at headquarters wouldn't dare say something like that! How can we trust you?"

Listening to their sarcastic remarks, I felt an overwhelming sense of frustration welling up inside me.

This thick stack of plans on the table is not just empty boasting; it is the result of countless sleepless nights of painstaking effort, painstakingly painstakingly crafted.

They didn't even glance at me; based solely on my identity, they dismissed all my efforts.

I felt both cold and angry, yet I couldn't find any room for rebuttal.

I wanted to argue back and make them read it carefully before judging, but reason held me firmly in place.

I have no way out.

If I anger these high-ranking officials on the spot, I will completely destroy what was originally a matter with a sliver of room for maneuver.

This is the bitterness of people at the bottom of society. No matter how hard you try, it's no match for a single sentence from above.

Reality, stark reality.

Just when I was feeling incredibly frustrated, the regional manager, who had been observing coldly, finally reached out and picked up the manuscript on the table.

A ray of hope suddenly appeared in my heart, and I stared intently at him.

It's like a child who got a perfect score on a test, waiting for their parents' praise.

But reality soon dealt me ​​a heavy blow.

He casually flipped through a few pages before closing the proposal and tossing it back onto the table.

My newly ignited hope was instantly extinguished, leaving me feeling utterly dejected.

He looked up at me and said calmly, "Lin Ye, I looked at your employment registration before I came here. You have a high school diploma, right?"

I nodded obediently: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, the two executives standing nearby couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The person in the middle, whose expression remained largely unchanged, continued calmly, "Before this, you were always a food delivery driver; you've never done any business operations or management work?"

"Yes." I nodded again, my voice a few decibels deeper.

At that moment, a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

But there was no kindness in that smile, only condescending contempt.

"I've only glanced at this proposal." He said casually, drawing a definitive conclusion, "To be honest, I don't understand it."

My brows furrowed deeply, and I could no longer suppress the frustration and resentment in my heart.

He didn't even look at it carefully; he just glanced at it a few times and casually dismissed all my hard work with a "I don't understand."

Before I could speak, his icy voice rang out again: "Let's put aside the details of the plan and just talk about your foundation."

"High school diploma, started as a delivery driver, zero industry management experience. What makes you think our headquarters can believe you can turn a perennially loss-making station into an industry benchmark?"

Yes, I can't explain it.

It's not because I can't explain it, but because any explanation at this moment would be futile.

It's not that they don't understand the plan, or that they can't distinguish between good and bad; it's just that everyone, from top to bottom, is simply following orders.

The higher-ups have already decided to get rid of me; they're just going through the motions and finding a plausible excuse.

The fact that they were willing to patiently talk to me for so long is already considered as "doing their utmost kindness and righteousness."

But I'm really not willing to accept this!

I gritted my teeth, enduring the three men's disdainful looks, and made one last attempt:

"Could I meet with the operations director at headquarters? I'd like to present my plan and rectification strategy in person."

The executive on the left immediately sneered, "Young people are really too naive. What level is the operations director? Do you think you can just meet him whenever you want? Stop daydreaming and give up now."

The person in the middle spoke in a slightly more conciliatory tone: "I understand you're unwilling to accept this. I can try my best to report it to higher authorities and apply for assistance to minimize your personal losses."

Upon hearing these words, I felt utterly devastated.

The way those three looked at me, in particular, made me feel so powerless.

I fell silent, utterly speechless.

Should we make a scene? Or should we clash head-on and tear off all pretenses?

Useless.

I have no power or influence, and I can't possibly fight against these high-ranking officials who hold authority. I'll only push myself to a worse position.

Can I accept my fate?

I am absolutely not reconciled!