Chapter 6 — Fluent in 9 foreign languages, I just want to be a normal employee

"Including human resources, finance and technical options."

"No one is allowed to interfere."

"Second condition."

"I have the power to rebuild the entire project team."

"At the same time, I also have the right to fire anyone I think is incompetent..."

"Or simply..."

"I don't like it."

Everyone's eyes changed slightly. I still continue.

"Third condition."

"Full bonus after project completion..."

"It will be up to me alone to decide."

My voice is not loud. But every sentence and every word is decisive. Don't leave any room for negotiation. Those three conditions... It can be said to be unruly. Arbitrary. Even somewhat domineering. But facing a project worth trillions... And facing Professor Smith's tough attitude... No one dared to object.

"No problem!"

"We completely agree!"

The group leader immediately nodded without thinking. His eyes looking at me were like looking at a walking God of Fortune. I nodded slightly. What I wanted... I got it. At this point, my eyes slowly moved to the corner of the room. Where two people are standing like stone statues. General Director Vuong. I picked up the appointment decision and I didn't know who had just placed it on the table. Conveniently keep a pen next to you. Then, under the attentive eyes of the entire leadership team... I calmly spoke up.

"My first decision as General Manager of the project..."

"My first decision."

My voice rang out in the quiet meeting room, calm but extremely cold. Everyone held their breath.

"General Director Vuong used people based on emotions, mismanaged people, misjudged staff capabilities, and almost caused the company to lose a key project."

With every word I said, General Director Vuong's face turned a little whiter.

"From now on, all positions will be suspended for review, waiting for the corporation to make a final handling decision."

"The position of General Director of the department will be temporarily held by Tran Mac."

As soon as the words ended, General Director Vuong's fat body suddenly staggered and sat down on the chair like a pile of mud. He opened his mouth to say something, but his throat only made a few broken sounds, but he couldn't utter a word. At the back of the meeting room, Tran Mac - who had just been called to the audience - was also completely stunned. He pointed at himself, his eyes filled with disbelief. I looked at him and nodded slightly. He deserves that position. Then, I went on to announce the second decision.

"Dismiss the entire reception team called 'elites'."

"Everyone who wants to join the Genesis project must go through my re-evaluation."

My eyes slowly stopped on Giang Anh's body. Like a precision scalpel blade. She trembled all over, instinctively wanting to dodge. I suddenly switched to French, asking a question related to cross-cultural communication in the project preparation documents. Correct pronunciation. Calm tone. But it carries the prestige of a judge. Giang Anh's French proficiency is only enough to order food in a restaurant. She understood what she was being asked. But my mind was completely blank. The mouth moved for a long time before struggling to squeeze out a few disjointed words, so grammatically incorrect that they were inaudible. I didn't give her another chance. Immediately, me Change to Italian and ask another question about tax regulations in European trade law. Giang Anh was completely silent. She stood frozen in place. Like a clown who has just had his flashy shell stripped off in front of everyone. The so-called "fluent in many foreign languages" that she is always proud of... is just a joke. I changed back to Chinese, my voice was cold as ice.

"Your application documents are very clear."

"'Fluent in English and Japanese, fluent in French and Italian'."

"Is this all there is?"

Every question I made was like a resounding slap. Slap Giang Anh straight in the face. Finally... Tears welled up in her eyes. Those weren't tears of self-pity. But tears of humiliation. I looked at her, without a trace of pity in my heart.

"Giang Anh."

"Foreign language ability does not match the declared profile."

"Evaluation of professional capacity: Unsatisfactory."

"According to my authority..."

"I declare."

I stopped for a beat. Then slowly announce the verdict.

"From today, you are transferred to the Logistics department."

"Effective immediately."

"Her job will be to be in charge of booking meeting rooms, managing office equipment and cleaning all coffee machines in the company."

It was a thorough humiliation. From an acclaimed "elite". Falling straight to the position of janitor.

"I'm not going!"