Leng Amumu stared at the Excel data jumping on the computer screen, and his fingertips made intensive sounds on the keyboard, as if he was fighting a silent battle with a string of stubborn numbers. The central air conditioner in the office was blowing cold air, but she was still sweating lightly on the back of her neck - the time in the lower right corner of the screen jumped to 21:17, and the "Quarterly Essential Oil Procurement Cost Optimization Report" still had one-third of the supplier evaluations not completed.
"Manager Leng, haven't you left yet?" There was a soft sound from the tea room. Sister Lin from the administration department came out with a mug. She was stunned when she saw the lights on at her workstation. "It's almost ten o'clock. Is your purchasing department working in the company this week?"
Leng Amumu raised her hand to rub her sore temples, and gave a slightly tired smile: "The supplier of this batch of argan oil suddenly raised the price. The boss asked me to come up with an alternative plan within three days, and I must ensure that the purity is not lower than the previous standard, otherwise the store's SPA program will be cut off next month." She said. After a pause, he tapped the red line on the screen with his fingertips, "Look at this store, the price quoted is 12% lower than before, but I asked the quality inspection department to take a sample. It was mixed with base oil, and the odor molecular profile is 0.3 Units off - the beautician can tell the difference as soon as he gets started, so you can't gamble on the customer's experience."
Sister Lin came over to take a look and was speechless: "Your business is too sophisticated. Isn't it just a bottle of oil?"
