"Boss."
Lei Hui tightened his coat. "Remember, don't ever use those underhanded tactics on me in the future."
The boss was truly too cunning and ruthless. If the boss ever turned against him, he really wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and said, "That depends on your performance."
"If you perform well, I naturally won't take action against you."
Lei Hui immediately promised, "Boss, don't worry, I will be absolutely loyal to you!"
At that moment.
The society ladies couldn't help but discuss.
"Is that ointment Jiang Yutong mentioned, the one that costs seventy thousand a bottle, really that effective?"
"I don't know either. Regardless, we need to be cautious and not use such ointments lightly."
They would immediately stop using Lin Qingwan's company's skincare products.
If their faces weren't ruined, they wouldn't need that ointment anyway.
But if their faces ended up like Mrs. Chen's, then they would have no choice but to use it.
"Don't worry, what I'm saying is true," Jiang Yutong smiled. "I'll give a bottle of the ointment to Mrs. Chen for free later. You can see the recovery effect on her face for yourselves, then you'll know if the ointment works or not."
Seeing Jiang Yutong's confident assurance, the society ladies felt slightly relieved.
"No, you can't believe her," Lin Qingwan's emotions were agitated. "She's here to swindle your money. Everything she's saying is a lie."
"Mrs. Chen's face is ruined beyond repair, how could it possibly be restored? She's just saying this to trick you into buying the ointment!"
The society ladies glared at Lin Qingwan. "Lin Qingwan, if we don't believe Jiang Yutong, should we believe you instead?"
They walked up to Lin Qingwan.
"Lin Qingwan, we'll settle accounts with your Lin family later."
"You'd better pray our faces don't have any problems."
Otherwise, they would absolutely make Lin Qingwan's life a living hell.
Lin Qingwan's body couldn't help but tremble.
The society ladies gave Lin Qingwan one last cold, hard look and snorted, "Let's go!"
The society ladies left.
Lin Chang's face turned pale.
"It's over."
He had been counting on these society ladies to help him make a comeback.
But instead... he had thoroughly offended them...
His hopes were dashed once again.
The employees of DR Beauty Company all looked at Lin Qingwan with strange expressions.
"Boss Lin really screwed us all over. Great, now we're going to lose our jobs and have to spend a fortune fixing our faces."
"If you can't do the job, don't take it on. You couldn't even copy it right, and now we're all implicated."
These complaints reached Lin Qingwan's ears.
She never expected that even her own employees wouldn't stand by her!
"You, you, and all of you."
Lin Qingwan pointed her finger at the employees. "You all knew about the company copying Jiang Yutong's skincare products. Back then, you got big bonuses, you flattered me non-stop, said I was amazing, even promised to follow me forever!"
"And now you're all pointing fingers at me."
She had run the company for many years. All these years, she believed she had never treated them poorly.
Yet when the company hit trouble, they were all here kicking her while she was down.
The employees retorted, "The good treatment you gave us was because we created value for the company. Everything was earned through our labor. Don't make it sound like charity from you."
These employees could also see that after tonight's events, even if DR Beauty Company didn't go bankrupt, staying there held no future for them.
As for them using the Supreme Series skincare—they were involved in its production, so they probably wouldn't get any compensation either.
Staying at this celebration banquet was useless now, just a waste of time.
"Let's go too."
"Boss Lin, you'd better watch your step from now on."
The employees left the celebration banquet one after another.
Some employees stopped in front of Jiang Yutong as they walked past.
Jiang Yutong recognized them.
They were all former employees of her company, later poached one by one by Lin Qingwan.
"President Jiang," they stood before Jiang Yutong and called out softly.
"Speak. What is it?" Jiang Yutong raised an eyebrow.
"President Jiang, can I come back to your company? I don't mind a lower salary, I'm willing to start from the bottom."
If the efficacy of Jiang Yutong's company's skincare products was really that good, with no side effects...
Sooner or later, Jiang Yutong's company would develop into an internationally renowned brand.
If they could return to Jiang Yutong's company, their salaries and everything else would rise with the tide in the future.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Yutong smiled slightly. "My company doesn't take back trash."
"President Jiang,"
the employees grew anxious. "I guarantee, if you take us back into your company, we will work diligently and conscientiously. No matter what temptations other companies offer, we won't leave."
Before Jiang Yutong could speak, the employees added, "President Jiang, I know my words might not seem credible now. We can draft a contract. Also, we learned a lot at Lin Qingwan's company. We can use what we learned to help the company's development."
"Alright, I agree to let you return to the company," Jiang Yutong smiled slightly.
The employees' hearts leaped with joy.
They could actually return to Jiang Yutong's company? That was truly wonderful!
"Thank you, Presi—"
Before they could finish, Jiang Yutong spoke again, "Our company is currently hiring for janitorial and security positions. You can come to my company as janitors or security guards."
The employees' faces froze.
They really thought Jiang Yutong had agreed to take them back... only to be humiliated...
"If you're not willing, then you can get lost right now," Jiang Yutong picked up a glass of red wine and said calmly.
The employees knew there was no way back to Jiang Yutong's company.
They looked at Lin Qingwan with hatred.
If Lin Qingwan hadn't poached them, they never would have left Jiang Yutong's company.
Lin Qingwan had ruined their futures!
One female employee, whose child was only two years old, had a mortgage, and whose family relied solely on her salary, was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Lin Qingwan!"
The female employee rushed up to Lin Qingwan, grabbing her hair and pulling.
"You've ruined me, do you know that?"
"I worked for you for less than two months, and now I've lost my job. What am I supposed to do about my mortgage, my car loan?" she cried.
She clawed and scratched at Lin Qingwan frantically.
Lin Qingwan's face and hands were scratched, leaving several bloody marks.
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