The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

"Look." The man's relaxed and carefree voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You expected today?"

Huo Jian smiled lightly, "You can't say that I had expected it, but your boss had expected it."

The general manager was stunned for a moment, "You said... it's the other boss?"

Huo Jian's voice was more serious, "It's because of her that Gudi is what he is today."

The general manager nodded quickly, his voice choked with sobs, "Yes, if it weren't for her, our Gudi would have been finished long ago, and we wouldn't be as glorious as we are now."

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.

"Mr. Huo, you know, I have passed by that shopping mall countless times and saw long queues in front of the foreign brands next door. Our Gudi also has several old domestic brands, but no one is there. No, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

When he said this, he took a deep breath, "But there is nothing we can do. The things are just as good as others, so we can only endure it."

Cosmetics may not seem difficult, but the more high-end they are, some of the formulas and techniques involved cannot be compensated for by humans.

For example, due to a simple issue like the particle size of foundation, domestic factories in China have been unable to meet the standards of top international brands for a long time.

This is a real gap!

Science and technology is the primary productive force. The words shouted by that great man are the goal and direction for which generations of Chinese scientific researchers have been striving!

The general manager took a deep breath, "I have been holding this breath for more than ten years. Ever since I entered this field, I have been holding it in. Today, I can finally say that our products in China are not bad! Not only is it not bad! It’s better than them!”

His voice was hoarse. He had never said these words to anyone.

He still remembers the disregard and cold looks he received every time he went abroad to participate in trade fairs as a representative of Gudi's company.

The scariest thing is not the cynicism.

The scariest thing is that you stand there guarding that cabinet all day long and no one talks to you.

What’s even scarier is the disappointment in other people’s eyes when you occasionally come over and ask you, “I am from China.”

That look is enough to crush any industrialist.

The office was filled with suppressed sobs.

Several old people in Gudi couldn't help but have red circles under their eyes.

The sales manager even cried out, "What a bullshit actress! She looks down on domestic products! She looks down on Yun Kai! She signed the contract and received the money but she turned against her, and the reason she gave was so reasonable."

"I remember I waited for eight hours downstairs in her company just to get her to give me a reason. What did she say? She said the name Yunkai was so vulgar and not upscale at all..."

He covered his face and laughed, "Ha, ha ha..."

Not upscale...

The French translation of Laiya is high-end.

A man in his late forties cried like a child.

Huo Ji quietly listened to the faint crying on the other end of the phone, and his expression became solemn, "Please turn on the speakerphone."

Upon hearing this, the general manager immediately pressed the immunity button.

Huo Jian's voice came from the other end of the phone.

No rush, no slowness, no deep emotions.

"The following words are from the person who asked me to tell you that Gudi's achievements today are all due to the efforts of everyone here. A product is never just a foreign brand or a big star."