The most powerful wizard in the magic world

In the new office of Gerling Industries, sunlight shines through the curtains onto the solemn wooden conference table. Naanman sits at the main seat, with her new assistant George beside her. As a new agent, she understands the responsibilities on her shoulders.

"Naanman, are you ready?" George broke the silence with a hint of concern in his tone.

"I think I can handle it." Naanman smiled slightly, trying to make her voice sound calm. "I feel pressured by the trust that Lord Markles and Viscount Melfiele have placed in me, but I will not let them down."

The door of the conference room was gently pushed open, and Lord Markles and Viscount Melfiele walked in. The appearance of the two nobles instantly changed the atmosphere of the conference room, and Naanman couldn't help but straighten up and show a professional attitude.

Naanman stood up respectfully and bowed slightly: "Thank you both for your trust and support. I will do my best to promote the development of Gerlin's industry."

Viscount Melfiele smiled slightly, and gently stroked his chin with his white fingers. "Naanman, I always believe in your ability. But please remember that the future of the industry lies not only in the growth of numbers, but also in the belonging of people's hearts."

"Yes, Viscount, I understand," Naanman replied, thinking to herself that she must win not only their trust, but also the trust of her employees and the market.

Mayor Markels was a little serious, his voice was low and magnetic: "We will face a big challenge. The first thing we need to solve is the internal differences. Recently, some employees in the production area have expressed resistance to the new policy. We must come up with an effective way to communicate."

Naanman thought quickly and prepared to make her own suggestion: "I think we might as well hold a general staff meeting to explain the purpose and significance of the new policy. At the same time, we can also listen to employees' opinions and suggestions and make everyone feel that they are part of the team."

"That's a good idea." Viscount Melfilor nodded in agreement. "At the same time, we can also consider setting up some incentive mechanisms to improve the enthusiasm of employees."

Lord Markles breathed a sigh of relief. "That's right. Investing in people is never wrong. We need to make them realize that the success of a business can benefit everyone."

"I will prepare the relevant materials and try to hold a staff meeting before next week." Naanman said firmly, and the slight nervousness in her heart was gradually filled with confidence.

"Naanman, you have great potential." Viscount Melfiele looked at her approvingly. "If you can lead the team to success, you will be a key figure in this new trend."

"I will work hard and live up to your expectations." Naanman smiled slightly, with a firm light flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, a fierce noise outside the meeting room window caught their attention. Naanman looked out the window and saw workers gathered at the gate of the production area. They all looked solemn and were arguing loudly, waving banners in their hands, as if protesting the new policy.

"This is not a good sign." Lord Markles said in a low voice with a frown.

"We must take action immediately." Naanman turned around with a determined look in her eyes. She felt a sense of urgency rising in her heart. "Instead of letting misunderstandings burn our morale, it is better to take the initiative to resolve the crisis."

"I will go with you." Viscount Melfiele took the lead in speaking out, his tone full of support, "We must let the workers understand the original intention of the new policy and our commitment to them."

"Me too." Lord Markles said with a serious look on his face, "At a moment like this, as their leaders, we cannot retreat."

"Okay, let's set off immediately." Naanman's determination burned like a flame, and she had made up her mind.

A few minutes later, Naanman, Lord Markles, and Viscount Melfiele walked out of the conference room and headed towards the protesting crowd. The breeze was blowing gently, as if conveying a tense atmosphere. The journey was not far, but the hearts of the three people were as turbulent as a hurricane.

"Naanman, you must seize this opportunity." Viscount Melfiele encouraged in a low voice, "These people need a voice that can listen and guide them."

"I will try my best to let them feel our sincerity." Naanman nodded in response. Although she was a little nervous, she made up her mind secretly.

Finally, they arrived in front of the protesting crowd. The workers' angry and determined expressions stood out in the sun, and the words on the banners touched people's hearts. This scene made Naanman's heart beat faster, but she knew that she had to stand up.

"Everyone, please listen to me!" Naanman shouted loudly, trying to make her voice penetrate the crowd and reach everyone's ears.

The noisy sounds gradually died down, and the workers' eyes turned to Naanman, waiting to see what the new agent would say.

"I'm Naanman, the new agent of Gerling Industries." She introduced herself generously with a sincere smile. "I know you may have many questions and dissatisfaction with the new policy, but I believe that we are a team and our future is closely linked."

There were low murmurs in the crowd. Naanman took a deep breath and continued, "The new policy is not designed to cut everyone's interests, but to ensure that we can gain a foothold in the fierce competition. We hope that by improving management and increasing efficiency, every employee will eventually be able to share the dividends of industrial development.

Lord Markles and Viscount Melfilor stood aside, silently supporting Naanman, who became more determined to communicate with the workers after several fierce confrontations.

“More than that,” Naanman said, “I am willing to immediately set up an employee representative committee, where you will elect representatives and participate in our decision-making process. Our goal is to ensure that every employee’s voice is heard and no one feels ignored.”

Such a proposal immediately caused a commotion among the crowd, and the workers discussed in low voices. Seeing such a reaction, Naanman was secretly happy, but she knew that now was not the time to relax.

"If you like, I will formally announce the establishment of this committee at the next meeting and include your voice in every decision thereafter," Naanman continued to promote her idea.