"The other party doesn't want this batch of products, which means it's waste. There's not enough time to reproduce them. Even if we can persuade them to be lenient for a while to make new products—what about the money?"
Benjamin Walton glared at them, his gaze as fierce as if he wanted to poke holes in them.
"That batch of waste! And the money for reproduction! Do you know how much the company will lose on this deal?" Benjamin Walton questioned.
The few managers broke out in a cold sweat, they never expected such a mistake to occur with this order.
It had never been a problem before.
"President Walton, we'll contact the other party and try our best to negotiate." The manager hurriedly said.
They knew Benjamin Walton's temper—fiery and intolerant.
Maybe because he had been repressed for so long, during the few short days since he took over the company, anyone he didn't like was fired.
