"Lan Fen, your sector is once again short on revenue." A tall muscular man snorted coldly as he twirled his mustache. "In front of the Lord, you talked a big game but your performance has been repeatedly lacking."
"At least your useless brother is meeting his quota every month." Another man laughed loudly, his comment making the rest of the people sitting at the conference table also laugh. Their derision filled the room, only Lan Fen and Lan Deming not participating.
Lan Fen's face remained impassive, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of anger. Despite the laughter and mocking tones, she maintained her composure.
"I assure you, the shortfall is temporary," she said, her voice steady. "My strategies are long-term, and the results will be evident soon."
The muscular man leaned back in his chair, his expression one of skepticism. "Long-term? We need results now, Lan Fen. This is not a charity. Every sector is expected to contribute equally. Your excuses are wearing thin."
