Wei Qing's lips trembled as she repeated the contents of the call to Dai Shiya in a broken voice: "Mr. Zhang... he said... they have launched a new marketing strategy... our market share... has dropped by five percentage points..."
Dai Shiya felt a chill running from her feet to her head. She snatched Wei Qing's phone and said coldly to the other end of the phone: "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by this?"
Mr. Zhang laughed contemptuously at the other end of the phone: "Mr. Dai, in the business world, everyone depends on their ability. The market is like a battlefield, and the winner is the king. These five percentage points are just the beginning!"
Dai Shiya hung up the phone abruptly, grabbed her coat, and said to her husband: "I'll go and see." Her husband's Dai Shiya turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "Wait for me to come back."
The night enveloped the city, and the street lights stretched Dai Shiya's figure long.
She drove to the vicinity of Mr. Zhang's company, parked the car in a hidden corner, and observed from a distance.
There were few pedestrians on the street, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere. The street lights emitted a dim light, shrouding everything in an uneasy atmosphere.
Dai Shiya's heart was pounding, and beads of sweat oozed from her palms.
She opened the car window, and a cool evening breeze blew in, making her slightly more awake.
Everything around her seemed exceptionally quiet, with only a few dog barks in the distance, adding to the loneliness of the night.
Suddenly, a noisy voice broke the tranquility of the night.
Dai Shiya looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of people walking out of Mr. Zhang's company building, talking and laughing, as if celebrating something.
Dai Shiya frowned, and an ominous premonition came to her heart.
Back at the company, Dai Shiya immediately called up the latest sales data.
The bright red numbers were like whip marks, slapping her heart hard.
Five percentage points, a full five percentage points!
This is not just a decline in numbers, but also a sign that the family business is gradually declining.
The office was terribly quiet, with only the humming sound of the air conditioner, as if mocking her powerlessness.
Depression, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions almost swallowed her up.
"Impossible..." Dai Shiya muttered to herself, her fingers tightly grasping the report, her knuckles turning white.
She raised her head suddenly, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, "There must be something wrong..." She picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Help me check Mr. Zhang's recent movements, especially his marketing strategy... I want to know everything!"
Dai Shiya locked herself in the study, brewed a cup of strong tea, and tried to calm herself down.
On the table were market analysis reports, competitor information, and sales data of her own products.
She flipped through them over and over again, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound.
The fragrance of tea was lingering, but it couldn't dispel the irritability in her heart.
The shocking numbers on the report were like sharp knives, stabbing her eyes.
Suddenly, Dai Shiya's eyes stopped on a promotional poster of Mr. Zhang's company.
On the poster, a striking title came into view - "Technology changes life, innovation leads the future."
She chewed on these words over and over again, and a light bulb flashed in her mind.
Technology?
Innovation?
Dai Shiya stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the bookshelf, and found an industry technical report.
She browsed quickly, her fingers sliding on the report, making a "swish" sound.
Finally, she found it!
Mr. Zhang's so-called "new strategy" is just to take advantage of a technical loophole. It improves the user experience in the short term, but there are huge security risks.
A bold idea took shape in Dai Shiya's mind.
She immediately called the team together and put forward her ideas.
After listening to it, everyone looked at each other at first, and then their eyes showed excitement.
A "counterattack" against Mr. Zhang started. A
few days later, a piece of news appeared in the market: the products of a certain emerging enterprise have serious security risks, and user data is at risk of leakage.
This news was like a bomb, quickly detonating the entire industry.
Mr. Zhang's painstakingly cultivated "technological innovation" image collapsed in an instant, and consumers turned to other brands.
Dai Shiya looked at the rising sales data, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The
joy of victory flowed through every nerve ending in her body like an electric current.
At the same time, the struggle within the family intensified.
In the conference room, Dai Lin and others were inciting family members to try to seize control of Dai Shiya.
"Dai Shiya, look at what you have done to the company now! We can't let you mess around anymore!" Dai Lin's voice was sharp and piercing, like rubbing on glass, making people feel sick.
Dai Shiya looked at him coldly, without a trace of ripples in her eyes.
"The interests of the family are above all else," she said firmly and loudly, "Everything I do is for the long-term development of the family."
The two sides argued, and the atmosphere in the conference room was tense, as if a fierce conflict would break out in the next second.
"You..." Dai Shiya looked around at everyone with sharp eyes, "Do you really think you understand me?"
Dai Shiya had a sneer on the corner of her mouth. She took out a document from the folder unhurriedly and slowly unfolded it.
"Everyone," she said calmly, but with unquestionable majesty, "This document records in detail the evidence that Dai Lin has embezzled public funds and enriched himself over the years." Dai Lin's face suddenly changed, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
The family members present were in an uproar. They didn't expect Dai Shiya to have such important evidence.
The faces of the few people who originally stood on Dai Lin's side also became ugly, and they all distanced themselves from him, fearing that they would be implicated.
Dai Shiya looked around at everyone, her eyes were like torches, "I have never pursued it because of the feelings of the same family. But if someone is stubborn and continues to damage the interests of the family, don't blame me for being merciless!" Her tone was cold and resounding, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Dai Lin's heart.
Dai Lin's face was ashen, he knew that the situation was over, and he could only leave the meeting room with his supporters in disgrace.
The power of justice was demonstrated at this moment.
As night fell, warm lights lit up in the villa.
Dai Shiya took off the fatigue of the day and changed into comfortable home clothes.
The husband sat on the sofa, holding a book in his hand, quietly waiting for her return.
Seeing her come in, he put down the book, stood up and walked to her, looking at her affectionately.
"Thank you for your hard work." His gentle voice, like a warm current, soothed the waves in her heart.
Dai Shiya leaned gently in his arms, feeling his warm embrace.
"It's great to have you here." She closed her eyes, feeling the faint sandalwood scent emanating from her husband, and her tired body and mind were completely relaxed.
Her husband's big hand gently stroked her long hair, and the touch of his fingertips made her feel numb.
An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the room, and the air seemed to be filled with sweetness.
The husband lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Tonight, you are mine." Dai Shiya's body trembled slightly, and a warm current surged through her body.
She raised her head and met her husband's deep gaze, her eyes moving, charming and moving.
"Then..." She bit her lips lightly, her breath was as sweet as orchid, "What do you want to do?"
"Ding Dong!" The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking the charming atmosphere in the room.
The light of the crystal chandelier poured down, illuminating the luxurious banquet hall.
The atmosphere of the family gathering was lively and extraordinary, with people wearing fine clothes, wine glasses and wine chips mixed together.
The fresh aroma of champagne mixed with various perfumes permeated the air.
Soft music flowed, and the guests talked in low voices and raised their glasses elegantly.
However, in the corner, the atmosphere was completely different.
Wei Qing stood there alone, holding the wine glass nervously, and the champagne in the glass rippled slightly, just like her uneasy mood at the moment.
Miss Li stood in front of her with a mean smile on her face, and her sarcastic words were like poisonous needles, piercing Wei Qing.
"Hey, isn't this the popular person around Mr. Dai? Why is he hiding here alone? Where is Mr. Dai? Could it be that he knew I was here and deliberately avoided me?" Miss Li's voice was not loud, but it was enough for several people around to hear.
Wei Qing's face was pale, she bit her lip, trying to stay calm.
"Miss Li, you misunderstood..."
"Misunderstood? I didn't misunderstand." Miss Li interrupted her, and the guests around her exclaimed in low voices, all their eyes were focused here.
The feeling of humiliation surged like a tide, and Wei Qing trembled all over. She raised her head and looked helplessly at Dai Shiya in the crowd.
Dai Shiya was talking to an elder, and when she heard the movement here, she turned her head suddenly.
When she saw Wei Qing's embarrassed look, Dai Shiya's face changed, she said a few words of apology to the elder, and then turned and left the banquet hall.
Wei Qing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Dai Shiya's departure made her feel like she had lost her last support.
Despair overwhelmed her like a tide.
Miss Li looked at her, with a smug smile on her lips.
"What? Your backer left? Now, I see who can help you!" As she said, she reached out and grabbed Wei Qing's hair, pulling it back hard.
"Ah!" Wei Qing cried out in pain, and felt a tearing pain in her scalp.
"Do you know what I hate most about you?" Miss Li leaned close to Wei Qing's ear and spoke coldly, "I hate your aloof look, as if you are nobler than us. Today, I will let you taste what real humiliation is!"
Miss Li's fingers tightened, and Wei Qing felt that her scalp was about to be torn off.
She closed her eyes in despair, and tears slid down her cheeks.
"Let her go!" A cold voice suddenly sounded.