Speaking of which, for these female clerks, Qiao Xing'er was undoubtedly like an emperor to them, or more precisely, their own "Wu Zetian."
Her presence made everyone in the store tense, including the store manager who had been hiding inside, coming out to greet her with the utmost respect.
"Are the documents sorted out yet?" Qiao Xing'er asked harshly.
"Not... not yet, President Qiao, give me ten more minutes, I'll have it done immediately..."
"Ten minutes? My ten minutes are worth a month of your salary! How can you manage like this, do you still want to be the manager here? Withdraw her, find someone else."
Qiao Xing'er spoke without a trace of emotion, her tone cold and harsh.
"President Qiao, please give me another chance..."
The manager was on the verge of tears from urgency, yet no one dared to intervene; under the current circumstances, anyone who helped would be unlucky.
