"It has always been this price. Who can't afford it can leave now."
The assistant had been quietly kicking her from below, but she remained oblivious.
Her remarks shocked viewers.
"Poor people are not worthy of buying it, right?"
"Even if I am poor, it is not your place to judge."
"How did this live stream become like this? I'll unfollow it."
Within half an hour, Hannah lost twenty thousand viewers.
The person in charge swiftly intervened, replacing her with assistant.
Hannah stamped her feet in anger.
"Did I say anything wrong? They can't afford a pair of socks worth only 8 dollars. Can't they find out the reason themselves?"
It was evident she lacked empathy for those less fortunate.
8 dollars for a sock was worth a week's food expenses for many people.
The person in charge educated her, but she showed no remorse.
Instead, she shifted the blame to me.
"It's because Ms. Roberts didn't hand it over to me. I used to do livestream like this. How would I know? You should talk to her."
"I'm just a newbie. What do I know?"
I just finished writing the handover document on my computer.
I ran to print it out and threw it in her face directly.
"Here's the handover you wanted."
She had never suffered such humiliation before, and her eyes turned red instantly.
"Lucille, what do you mean?"
Her voice was so loud that all the fans in the live stream could hear it.
The chat erupted with discussions.
"Wow, the new streamer and Lucille had a clash? I'm with Lucille on this."
This live stream had the lowest sales in the past six months.
It only sold 20,000 dollars and lost 90,000 fans.
The brand sought an explanation from Silas, who shifted the blame onto me.
"There's nothing wrong with the company. The problem is Lucille."
I contacted many of the brands myself.
Some brands inquired about the situation.
I told my partners everything about how I was forced to resign from the company.
One of the partners offered to double my salary to join their company.
Others suggested I go solo and offered support.
I had an extensive network, gathering support from many.
I couldn't believe I had to endure this mistreatment at this company.
I wanted to clear my way out.
The next day, I took the handover documents directly to Silas's office.
As I entered, he still had his legs crossed, looking relaxed.
"Why are you still here? Pack up and leave."
I smiled and placed the handover documents in front of him.