Then Zhang Xiaomeng stepped in front of the man and with one kick sent him flying, shielding Murong Yu behind him.
The two hundred pound body flew through the air, and the other distributors present were all stunned.
They only knew that Zhang Xiaomeng was the general manager, but had no idea he could fight like that.
A chill ran through the crowd.
A murderous aura appeared on Zhang Xiaomeng's face.
He glanced coldly at everyone, "What you all care about is nothing more than the issue of profits."
"Tell me, how many bottles do you dozens of distributors expand sales by each month?"
"Is it thirty thousand?"
Thirty thousand, what a joke, this group of them, dozens of people, selling a few hundred bottles each was already considered incredible.
"You've indeed made money selling the whitening cream."
"But what about us? Investing in factories costs money, land costs money, staff costs, material costs, marketing costs, even our cash flow is nearly breaking."
