"I don't want to be too vague, but even if I explained, you wouldn't understand," Chang Chi ruthlessly sprinkled salt on Su Ziceng's wound of 'ignorance'.
"The branded clothes you buy have increased in price, right? The cost of dining out with friends has gone up too, right? Even changing the tires on a Ferrari has gotten much more expensive, right? In the second quarter, with nationwide price rises, labor costs soaring, and raw materials becoming tight, our sales might have increased, but the profit has turned negative," Chang Chi's words made Su Ziceng's face turn red and then white, while the managers around them took it to mean that Su Ziceng was nothing but an inept, nouveau riche parasite.
Unable to continue reading that report, Su Ziceng had no choice but to meekly leave the conference room to Chang Mei and her mother and find a spot in the tea room, pathetically requesting for some tea to be brought to her.
