The day I became the worst intern of Starlight Group, a cup of coffee was poured on my badge.
The team leader scolded me for being a double-fetish, my colleagues called me a mascot, and my quota for regular promotion was crossed out by the director using his authority.
The entire department thought that I was a pushover.
Until I made a call:
"Tian Sheng's bidding qualification has been withdrawn."
An hour later, the chairman personally came downstairs to greet:
"Miss, why are you here at the grassroots level?"
The whole company is guessing my identity.
No one knows that I also have a name, "V".
A trader who is frightened in the capital circle, V.
Ling Shao wants to acquire Xingguang?
Sorry, I have the final say in this game of chess.
