"Sure!" the sales clerk said dismissively, clattering the pumpkin seeds between her fluttering lips.
The director didn't care about them at all; he was making good money and his clothes were selling, why would he need to scold anyone?
The aggressive attitude of the waitress angered An Hao; she turned around and really went to find the head of the sales department in his office.
She knocked on the door loudly, and a man's voice came from inside, "Come in."
As soon as An Hao entered, she saw a short man sitting at a desk, frowning over a stack of reports, "Are you the sales director?"
"Yes, I am! Who are you? Do you need something?" he looked up at An Hao, an impatient expression on his face.
No wonder the staff dared to act like this; even the attitude from the higher-ups wasn't right!
An Hao cleared her throat and said, "Of course, I do! I hope you will listen carefully; perhaps after you hear me out, you will find out why your store's sales are so poor!"