In the Procurement Department, Zhang Huowang looked at Che Yingying with a heavy heart, his eyes betraying a sense of schadenfreude and satisfaction, as he deliberately approached and asked, "Manager Che, I heard there was a big problem with the product this time. Didn't President Liu scold you?"
Che Yingying glanced at Zhang Huowang with his gloating expression, frowned, a flicker of annoyance crossing her eyes. However, she had no way to deal with him and hummed an acknowledgment before turning to another man in the office and saying, "Old Li, call President Wang and have him send over the raw materials today."
"Yes, Manager," Old Li replied, then hurriedly picked up the phone to make the call.
Zhang Huowang's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and a sinister gleam flashed in his eyes.
The next day, the Qinglan Cosmetics warehouse was bustling with activity as forklifts unloaded production materials from trucks and transported them to the storage area.