The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Time flew by, and before long it was May.

Looking at last month’s revenue statement, Du Juan couldn’t help but furrow her brows, "It’s already May, and this year’s mooncake coupon sales aren’t even one-tenth of last year’s."

Mai Qiu explained, "We’ve tried discount promotions, buy-three-get-one-free, every method possible, but the sales just won’t pick up. Many of our regular customers have said they’re tired of our mooncakes and want to try the new flavors from Hong City and Wan Province."

"This won’t do," Du Juan closed the file and said succinctly, "Notify the marketing department, meeting at two o’clock this afternoon."

Mai Qiu obeyed and left.

About ten minutes later, Mai Qiu came back to the office, puffing with anger, and couldn’t help but vent to Du Juan about what she had seen in the marketing department:

"No wonder performance isn’t improving, several salespeople were just fiddling with the microcomputers in the office, not even going out. Are they expecting performance to fall from the sky?"

Du Juan frowned, "I’ll talk to Chaobei about this separately, and have him properly manage his team."

Mai Qiu was still infuriated, "I really don’t understand what Deputy Director Shen is thinking. With the factory’s business being so dire, she should be thinking of ways to increase revenue, not messing around with these useless things. She’s not telling the real issues from the trivial ones. Isn’t it time to first think of ways to stabilize the factory’s operations and construction?"

Du Juan casually remarked, "I guess only she knows what she’s thinking."