On the third day, the popularity of cropped trousers continued to increase, and even garment factories in nearby counties came to purchase goods in strong easterly winds.
The popularity of Qingshan Garment Factory once surpassed that of Baiyun Garment Factory at its peak.
Ye Yun is still preparing to reopen the store.
The rubbish in the store had been collected and sold, and now it was in the renovation stage. Holding a wet towel, she supervised Chen Zhenxing stepping on a stool to paint the walls white.
no way.
If we can't afford to hire anyone, Director Chen can only do it himself.
Director Chen is very depressed, Director Chen is very sad, Director Chen is so depressed that he has no energy to work.
The Qingshan store opposite is overcrowded every day, which is undoubtedly a kind of psychological torture for him.
Especially every day after get off work, the clerk of Qingshan Clothing Store would check the accounts and put a lot of money on the table. His eyes were scarlet, as if a hungry wolf had seen a pile of fresh meat after being hungry for half a year.
The huge impact gnawed at his tense nerves like ants every day.
He endured it, endured it forcefully.
However, the clerk at Qingshan seemed to have deliberately piled all the cash receipts on the most conspicuous place on the table for him to see.
Damn it, he was so angry!
Every time at this time, Ye Yun would pat his shoulder and coax him: "Stop looking, I will take you to eat meat buns after get off work."
Every time at this time, Chen Zhenxing burst into tears.
On the other side, Yang Qinglin was contentedly counting the receipts in the factory and laughing.
"Ye Yun, Ye Yun, why are you fighting with me? As long as you dare to come up with styles, I will make them. If you come up with one style, I will make another one. Unless you never come up with styles in your life, you will all become mine!"
He raised his head in a cheerful manner, and the receipt slip with the number written on it fell to the ground.
Smug laughter lingered in the office. The strings of numbers written on the receipts were batches of free money falling into Qingshan Garment Factory, which also paved the way for him to be promoted.
After Chen Zhenxing's defeat, he originally thought that he would not be able to create explosive styles.
However, relying on the styles designed by Chen Zhenxing, he became the director of Qingshan Garment Factory, which was quite satisfactory. He was also ready to be the director of the factory until retirement.
Unexpectedly, Ye Yun appeared halfway!
It’s true that the old lady is helping him!
After the new year, he will report the profits of the factory upward... Huh, even if I don't give him a promotion!
How could Yang Qinglin let go of such a good opportunity to humiliate Ye Yun?
He immediately went to the department store.
As soon as he entered Baiyun's store, he couldn't hide the pride in his voice and the contempt in his eyes, and said: "Ye Yun, have you seen how popular the sales of cropped pants are? Let me tell you, the sales in nearby counties are All the garment factories have come to buy goods from me!"
Ye Yun: "..."
She was busy handing ashes to Chen Zhenxing who was painting the wall on his chair, without even looking at Yang Qinglin.
Yang Qinglin was not angry either. The steady stream of profits put him in a good mood. He pretended to sigh: "Oh, it's not okay for people not to accept their fate. Some people just have a good fate. They don't have to do anything. They have everything!"
"Hey, some people can't do it. No matter what they do, they're useless!"
After saying that, he laughed again, with pride and ridicule evident in every word. He raised the corners of his lips with disdain and pointedly stared at Chen Zhenxing, who was painting the wall.
Chen Zhenxing was painting the wall seriously, but the beating veins on his forehead revealed his anger.
Yang Qinglin looked at Ye Yun again, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said as if giving alms: "How about Ye Yun? Do you want to come with me?"
Walk?
Ye Yun finally raised her eyes and looked at him, raising the corners of her lips slantingly.
She glanced at Qingshan Garment opposite, lowered her eyes slightly, and suddenly sneered: "Director Yang, the matter is not at the end yet, we don't know who will win and who will lose."
Yang Qinglin's face turned grim.
"Ye Yun, what do you mean?" His eyes narrowed, his face full of threats, "I tell you, this is the last moment of my patience, don't drink as a penalty if you don't drink the toast!"
"oh?"
Ye Yun smiled.
At this moment, a fierce noise suddenly came from the Qingshan store opposite.
"What's the quality of your pants? There's a big tear in the crotch after only three days of wearing them! Do you think we are fools? Get your money back!"
"Mine is rotten too!"
"Our child just squatted down a few times and snorted, and he was ruined! What kind of rags are made by your Qingshan Garment Factory? Are they easy to cheat with our money?"
"Money back! Money must be refunded!"
More and more customers poured into the Qingshan store with torn trousers, shouting loudly for refunds, causing several salespersons to hide in the back in a panic.
"What happened~ Something happened!"
Ye Yun raised her lips and smiled, looking at Yang Qinglin provocatively in order to avoid chaos in the world.
At this moment, Yang Qinglin was also looking at the Qingshan store across from him in bewilderment, where he was suddenly asked to refund his money, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.
what's the situation?
How could this happen suddenly?
What's going on?
