Nian Xiaomu's words were resounding.
The clear voice seemed to echo several times in the conference room.
Many shareholders were stunned.
Looking up at her in astonishment, Mo Kun even turned black, "What do you mean? A factory that is not profitable enough and burned into ruins, you don't agree to close it, and you want to rebuild it immediately on the cusp of such a crisis ? Are you kidding me!"
After Mo Kun finished speaking, many shareholders agreed.
"That's right. At this moment, the media is reporting heavily. If we rush to rebuild, it will definitely attract attention from all walks of life. It doesn't match the low-key style of the Mohist school."
"What I'm worried about is whether it's worth it or not. The cause of the fire in the factory is unknown, but the loss is right in front of us. Can we recover the cost of spending a lot of money on rebuilding?"
"I agree with what President Mo said. First, temporarily shut down to appease the employees. The reconstruction can be considered, but it can't be rushed..."
"..."
There were only a few shareholders in favor of reconstruction, but they were all drowned out in the voices of opposition.
Seeing that the shareholders were all on his side, a smug look flashed in Mo Kun's eyes, but he didn't take the opportunity to hit Nian Xiaomu, instead he put on a magnanimous look.
"Xin'er is young after all. Although she has dealt with some things in the mall, when it comes to big things, she tends to panic and make wrong decisions. Give her some more time and experience it slowly."
Mo Kun's words sounded like he was saying good things for Nian Xiaomu, but after careful consideration, he was telling the shareholders that Nian Xiaomu was young and ignorant, and he was embarrassing.
The shareholders present looked at each other in blank dismay, and the way they looked at Nian Xiaomu changed.
"President Mo said this a little too early."
Nian Xiaomu met everyone's gaze and stood up from her seat.
Pass the materials that you have prepared a long time ago to the secretary of the meeting, and ask the secretary to distribute them to the shareholders present.
"Dear directors, you can take a look. This is the operating status and financial details of the garment factory in the past three years. I believe everyone can easily see that the garment factory has been going downhill since three years ago, and it is getting worse every year. President Mo also Therefore, it is determined that the garment factory is not making money and wants to close the garment factory, is that true?"
Nian Xiaomu glanced coldly at Mo Kun.
Mo Kun didn't know what she wanted to do, he narrowed his eyes vigilantly, but didn't answer.
Nian Xiaomu continued.
"But everyone seems to have overlooked one thing. At the beginning of the establishment of the garment factory, it was personally supervised by my grandfather. I believe the older directors still have the impression of the grand occasion and reputation in the business world. A company that has been profitable for decades The factory, only three years after my grandfather's illness, suffered losses and had to close early, so the problem is not with the managers?"
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There was a moment of silence in the meeting room, and then all eyes turned to Mo Kun who was sitting in the front.
Everyone had an impression of how profitable the garment factory was at the beginning when they distributed dividends.
After handing it over to Mo Kun for three years, it will be closed. They all thought it was because of market changes, and no one dared to associate it with Mo Kun.
Now that Nian Xiaomu said this, it was as if a hole had been torn open.
Tear out everyone's dissatisfaction!
Nian Xiaomu took everyone's expressions into his eyes, his eyes became sneering, and he looked at Mo Kun, "President Mo is in such a hurry to close the garment factory, is he afraid that everyone will find out that you are the one to blame?"