I Transmigrated as the Antagonists' Mother!

Vivian had given the deadline much thought. It was not just a random request but a progress that could be completed.

She was a decision-maker. She couldn't help them think of answers for everything. Otherwise, the more companies she opened in the future, the sooner she would die of exhaustion.

"If you work under me, you can't keep working with this efficiency. If you can't keep up with me, I'll have to ask you to recommend someone who can keep up with you to take your place!" Vivian said slowly.

"The current production volume is far from what I expected. All of you better keep your spirits up. The next order volume will definitely surge or even explode. You have to be prepared in advance."

However, Vivian was not the kind of person who would not give everyone a chance to adapt to their own pace, so she said, "The current production method will take three weeks, so change your ways. The training time of the salespeople doesn't need to be changed, but I will be on a business trip in two days. When I return, I want to see a complete plan that doesn't need me to raise too many objections."

"Henry, we're opening the store in half a month. The training will take five days, so I'll only give you a week to complete the recruitment. I don't believe that everyone in two big cities will only be willing to go in to find a job after seeing a fully renovated store. Do things first before making a decision. Solve whatever you encounter while you're doing it. Thinking of possible problems in advance is good, but don't stop moving."

After talking about the personnel issues, Vivian arranged for the Deputy Factory Director, Jeffrey, to follow up and report the overall progress to her once every three days.

The original Boss, Edwin, was too gentle and sloppy in his management of his employees. Such a factory would not be able to adapt to the increasingly intense competition in the future. Since she, Vivian, had taken over, it had to be done in her way!

When the management heard Vivian's words, they also realized that their old method was no longer suitable for the new factory. Moreover, through this meeting, everyone could clearly see Vivian's ambition.

However, everyone was a little disapproving of what Vivian had said about the outburst of sales. They only felt that the boss was overconfident.

Those designs were very good, but the clothing factory was just a small brand that had just been established. Two cities, four stores, how popular could it be? It wasn't that they didn't have confidence, but these objective factors were placed in front of them, forcing them to make rational judgments.

However, no one dared to show it on their faces. After all, they were nervous even when Vivian did not speak.

Vivian could not tell anything from everyone's expressions, but she knew in her heart that some of her words did seem like she was boasting in their eyes. No matter how much she said, it would be better than slapping them in the face with actual results in half a month.

So, Vivian did not say much. She planned to use this contrast to let them know that there was nothing they couldn't do if they followed her!

She could also use this opportunity to establish her authority and make them completely submit to her. When the decision-maker was strong and powerful, the company would have a backbone. As long as she spoke, it would be like a cardiac stimulant entering everyone's heart.

This kind of binding wasn't good, but in the early stages of the company's establishment, this method was the most suitable.

Next up were some small decisions. Everyone took notes on decisions and to-do items related to their departments. The atmosphere of the meeting was serious and urgent.

By the time the meeting was over, it was almost 12:30 pm. Vivian had also returned to her usual style.

She smiled and said to everyone, "It's getting late. Let's go to the cafeteria for a meal. I haven't tried the food in our cafeteria. It's a good time to try it."

Everyone crowded around Vivian to the cafeteria. The clothing factory's cafeteria was a semi-buffet style. The staff took their own plates to the window to get meat and vegetables and ordered whatever they wanted to eat. The cafeteria staff also ordered the after-meal soup, and everyone had a bowl on the side table. The main course, after-meal fruit, and dessert were all buffet-style.

The head of the logistics department, Shirley, attentively led everyone to the back row of the cafeteria. On the large round table that had just been set up, there was a vase with a few flowers, a light yellow tablecloth, and matching chairs.