The Rest Of My Life Is For You

However, what have they been doing the past three years?

Nothing, they followed their forefather's vision of promoting traditional culture and they did not produce results.

They had forgotten their roots…

Nian Xiaomu acted more like a member of the Mo Family than them.

That was what all the shareholders were thinking.

There was silence in the meeting room.

None of them spoke.

Mo Kun saw that the situation was not in his favor and spoke, "Those workers are pitiful and we are not going to leave them stranded. We just need to think about the company and decide which method is more suitable…"

"President Mo's help is suggesting to close down the factory based on media reports?" Nian Xiaomu stopped him in his sentence mercilessly.

She walked back to her seat and looked at everyone in the room.

Everyone avoided her gaze and looked down.

"According to you, is the factory supposed to continue operating even when it is not earning? It is easier said than done. Do you know how much money needs to be invested? We are running a business, not a charity. Aren't you going to consider the other employers and shareholders of the company?"

Mo Kun answered sarcastically.

Nian Xiaomu raised an eyebrow.

"What if I can promise to let the factory bring in profit or even be as profitable as when my grandfather was running it?"

"…"

Mo Kun had no reply to this.

Nian Xiaomu's words were telling everyone that the things Mo Kun could not do, she could.

In the Mo Family, the person to lead was not him, the son but Nian Xiaomu, the granddaughter.

It was an insult!

Mo Kun clenched his teeth and before he could say anything. The other shareholders were looking at Nian Xiaomu excitedly.

"What did you say? You could bring in profit?"

"If that is the case, I agree to rebuild the factory!"

"I agree too!"

"Me too…"

"…"

Agreements filled the meeting room.

Mo Kun had no chance to speak. He could only watch the shareholders he had gathered turn their backs against him.

He clenched his fist.

Nian Xiaomu seemed to think he was not triggered enough. After hearing that the shareholders agreed, she heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at Mo Kun.

"President Mo, what do you think?"

"…"

At this stage, what could he say?

Go against all the shareholders? Or admit that his incapabilities were the reason for the factory's downfall and he needed Nian Xiaomu to save it?

He could not say anything!

Mo Kun did not expect Nian Xiaomu to argue with him about whether the factory would bring in a profit in the future. Instead, she dug out the past decades' statistics and compared them with the sales from the past three years.

She gravely embarrassed him in front of all the shareholders!

"Since you are so confident, then Project No.3 will be handed to you. I hope that you will do a good job and not let everyone down."

Mo Kun had to pretend that it didn't matter and encourage Nian Xiaomu in front of all the shareholders.

He was frustrated. The moment the conference ended, he returned to the office and smashed everything to pieces!

"Nian Xiaomu!"