CHAPTER 220: CHAPTER 206 LONG TIME IN THE MAKING_2

Gu Qili never thought about showing off her foreign language skills in front of so many people. It was just a spur-of-the-moment action when she was pressured, and now hearing what everyone said, she felt a little headache coming on, worrying about whether she was too conspicuous.

Assistant Xiao raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet for a moment, then turned to Gu Qili with a gentle and polite tone, nothing like speaking to an ordinary restaurant employee: "Since everyone unanimously recommends, then...."

However, Gu Qili’s gaze drifted towards Mu Shuoqian not far away. From the beginning of the meeting up to now, this man’s eyes had never left her face, as if he barely blinked. She felt uncomfortable being stared at like this, her hands and feet unsure where to put them.

"Assistant Xiao, I have been working in the restaurant for less than a month, and I am not familiar with many things. Although everyone means well, I’m afraid I might not be up to the task."

"Qili, stop declining, we all fully support you as the supervisor."

"Yes, yes, this position is tailor-made for you."

Faced with everyone’s enthusiastic remarks, Gu Qili suddenly didn’t know how to respond.

"Since this is what everyone wants, let’s settle the matter this way." Xiao Ran seriously announced: "Now, Gu Qili shall take over the position of supervisor at the French Restaurant."

"I disagree."

Accompanying that dissatisfied voice, Qi Meihui hurried over in her high heels. She acted as if Mu Shuoqian was not even there and straightforwardly rejected Xiao Ran’s decision.

Everyone looked at her, and for a moment there was silence as quiet as a graveyard.

"Guo Jun spent five years to get to this position. She’s been here for less than a month. What qualifications does she have to be a supervisor? There has never been anyone in the history of the French Restaurant who rose so quickly. So why Gu Qili? Is it because she is..." Qi Meihui glanced towards Mu Shuoqian, whose one sharp look made her swallow back the words about to leave her lips. She was forced to change her statement: "Is it because she stole the spotlight yesterday or overstepped today? A mere waitress, making decisions on behalf of the boss is a major taboo in the workplace, and now you want to push her to the supervisor’s position, did you ask for my consent as the restaurant manager?"

Everyone was silent, and so was Gu Qili.

Assistant Xiao was about to say something when that crisp, cool voice rang out, the sharp gaze bearing down on the overbearing Qi Meihui: "Manager Qi? Where was Manager Qi when the restaurant’s reputation was threatened?"

Qi Meihui: "I...."

"It should be clearly written in the employee handbook, those not at their post during work hours are accountable for the losses incurred, Manager Qi. Because of your absence during work hours today, a serious incident occurred. Can you bear the consequences of that?"

Mu Shuoqian’s questioning was firm and unyielding, leaving Qi Meihui speechless.

After Mu Shuoqian finished speaking, he no longer looked at her. Instead, he addressed all the restaurant employees: "Personnel decisions are never based on seniority alone. Even if someone has been around for three dynasties, mistakes are still punished accordingly. Conversely, even if it’s a novice employee who has made a contribution, they will be rewarded accordingly. The position of the French Restaurant’s supervisor will temporarily be held by Gu Qili. After passing a three-month assessment period, the HR department will issue the final appointment. I made this decision. Whoever has objections or doesn’t agree can come directly to me. Alright, this meeting is adjourned."

"President." Qi Meihui obviously did not accept this decision, but Mu Shuoqian had already turned to leave, turning a deaf ear to her protests.

"Qili, congratulations."

"Congratulations, finally we won’t have to see Guo Jun’s gloomy face every day."

"Qili, following your lead, we will definitely work more diligently and earnestly."

Everyone gathered around Gu Qili to offer their congratulations, completely disregarding the livid Qi Meihui standing aside, until she could no longer bear it and raised her voice in irritation: "Isn’t anyone working anymore? Want to follow Guo Jun’s footsteps and get kicked out the door?"

Hearing her displeasure, people stuck out their tongues and quickly dispersed.

In the small clearing that remained, only Gu Qili and Qi Meihui were left, standing two steps apart. Yet it felt as though they were divided by an invisible barrier of blades and flames. Since when had the war between them begun to escalate with such fierceness?

Gu Qili never wanted to make enemies, but the tree wishes to remain still while the wind keeps blowing. Some things weren’t simply as she wished, just as with Qi Meihui’s bias and hostility towards her.

"Gu Qili, feels great to rise to the position with Mu Shuoqian’s help, doesn’t it? If I were you, I would be ashamed to sit in that position. Without Mu Shuoqian, you are nothing."

"You are wrong, not only am I not ashamed, but I take pride in it. I can always rely on my husband’s influence to do whatever I want. I think when this gets out, it will only make every woman in the world envious and jealous. If you don’t like it, you can have your own husband stand in front of you, only, I’m afraid he doesn’t have the leisure for that."

Qi Meihui caught the emphasis of her words, her fists clenched as she retorted: "What do you mean by that?"

"Literal meaning." Gu Qili didn’t want to talk nonsense with her anymore.

"You think you can last long as a supervisor under me? I’m afraid that even Mu Shuoqian won’t be able to protect you when the time comes."

Gu Qili raised her eyebrows, unfazed: "Then let me give you a piece of advice, you may get deposed before you have a chance to drive me from this position."

"Gu Qili, what do you mean by that?"

"I said it, literal meaning, if you don’t understand, look it up in the dictionary."

Qi Meihui was truly infuriated, glaring at her for quite a while, but Gu Qili went on with her work, as if she didn’t care about Qi Meihui’s presence at all.

Qi Meihui was fuming with rage when suddenly her phone rang. It was a call from Mu Haotian, his tone strict and severe: "Come home tonight with Hewen."

"Got it, Dad." Qi Meihui clenched her phone tightly, a bad premonition welling up inside her.