The Genius and Calamity of the Villainous Noble: A Brilliant Prodigy Unaware of Their Reincarnation as the Game's Antagonist Defies the Scenario and Dominates with Talent and Hard Work - Chapter 3

Suddenly thrust into managing the trading company my father had dumped on me, I found myself in the office of its president, holding my head in despair.

Before me lay stacks of documents detailing the company’s operations.

“Why did it have to come to this…?! This is absolute garbage! Trash!!!”

The trading company, forced on me by my father—the scoundrel in human form—was already in shambles, teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

Its main product lines had lost significant market share to rival companies, leaving sales practically nonexistent.
The goods it dealt in were dirt cheap, resulting in almost no profit margins.
The company employed an absurd number of utterly useless staff, generating outrageously high labor costs.
Its debts were monumental, and all investments aimed at future growth had failed miserably.
And to top it all off, the company didn’t even have horses anymore—they had already been slaughtered for meat.

“It’s over… completely over!”

No horses? How am I supposed to buy and sell goods?
And the merchants’ operating range is limited to just the capital city? Are they mocking me?!

“This is fraud. Fraud, plain and simple. What does ‘mid-sized trading company’ even mean? It’s just an overstaffed mess with cheap products that attract nothing but impoverished customers!”

My father had called it a mid-sized trading company.
No, that’s wrong.
This isn’t a trading company—it’s a mid-sized liability, a pile of oversized garbage.
And he expects me to turn this disaster into one of the empire’s leading trading companies within three years? What kind of cruel punishment is this?

“I’m so sorry…”

Across from me, the current company president bowed her head deeply in apology.

“You’re absolutely right… In every way, this situation is unforgivable.”

The woman before me had radiant golden hair, paired with striking emerald-green eyes. Her slightly pointed ears hinted at her mixed lineage—she was a half-elf.

Her name was Livia.

The only redeeming quality of this trading company was that its president was undeniably beautiful, a feast for the eyes.
But honestly, her incompetence was so overwhelming that any appreciation for her appearance was immediately overshadowed by the sheer frustration boiling within me.
If she had been even remotely competent, I wouldn’t have to deal with this much stress.

“What on earth did you do to turn this trading company into such a colossal liability? Let me make one thing clear: I have to turn this company into one of the empire’s best. I will forcefully change everything if I must, and I will not tolerate any objections.”

“I understand,” Livia replied, nodding.

As the president of a failing company on the verge of collapse, she had no authority to defy the words of the Reinhardt ducal family.

“First, I’ll begin by firing a large number of employees.”

“What?! You can’t do that!”

Livia immediately raised her voice in protest.

“I said no objections.”

I silenced her with a firm declaration and turned my attention back to the documents in front of me.
I began sorting the employees into two categories: essential and non-essential.

The first step was to eliminate the overwhelming number of unnecessary personnel and reduce the sky-high labor costs.

My father had handed me this pile of garbage, but it wasn’t entirely impossible to turn it into something remarkable within three years.

With my father’s words—You have the freedom to do as you please—echoing in my mind, I started formulating a strategy to transform this failing company into one of the empire’s most prominent trading organizations.