"Those in favor of Park In-cheol serving as Sales Section Chief, please raise your hands."
"Sixteen votes in favor. Recorder, note it down."
"Those in favor of Ding Jiuchang serving as Sales Section Chief, please raise your hands."
"I abstain."
"I abstain as well."
"I reserve my opinion."
"..."
The conference room quickly fell silent. Many people looked at one another, all finding it unbelievable.
Niu Hongzhang had once again unleashed his ultimate move: a vote. He had thought the two sides would tear into each other until one was dead and the other alive, but the result was like throwing a punch into thin air.
The nine people who had just opposed merging the Sales Section all abstained. Not a single vote was cast against it. It passed smoothly—so smoothly that it was unbelievable.
"Then it's decided!"
Ma Zhaoxian smiled at Park In-cheol. "Section Chief Park, coordinate with Director Lu and Director Li. Report for duty tomorrow.
"The First Branch Factory's sales experience is still very advanced. You must learn from it with humility and strive to raise the main factory's sales performance to the First Branch Factory's level before the end of the year."
Looking at the mild-mannered Ma Zhaoxian, Park In-cheol inexplicably felt a burst of guilt. He felt none of the joy of a newly appointed official holding great power in his hands.
He knew about the First Branch Factory's sales performance. Its monthly revenue figures were staggering, and he had coveted them for a long time.
That was why, when everyone had urged him to become this "vanguard to break the deadlock," he had thought it over again and again before agreeing.
It was true that the gun shot the bird that stuck its head out—but what if it missed?
Without taking risks, where would