Chapter 290 Is it your fault?

"Ye Yun, is this your fault?"

Yang Qinglin seemed to realize something, and suddenly glared at Ye Yun with sharp eyes.

Ye Yun shrugged, with an innocent look on her face, "Director Yang, you have wronged me. The clothes are from your Qingshan Garment Factory, how can you blame me, an outsider?"

"you……"

Yang Qinglin's face was ashen, but he couldn't think of the right words to scold her.

If there is a problem with a large batch of pants, it is indeed impossible for Ye Yun to find someone to cause trouble. In other words, there is indeed a problem with the cropped pants.

But he all made them according to Ye Yun's samples.

Liu Wan went to Bing Ge Clothing Store to unpack the cropped trousers in person. The size and materials were exactly the same as the samples in the clothing store. So why did something go wrong?

Yang Qinglin couldn't understand, and once again cast suspicious eyes on Ye Yun.

Just in time to catch Ye Yun's teasing eyes.

Suddenly he looked stunned.

Yes!

If he followed the sample every step of the way, then the problem must be with the sample!

"Ye, Yun, you... you are so good!" Yang Qinglin gritted his teeth, and the coldness in his eyes made him want to skin Ye Yun alive.

Ye Yun was so innocent.

"No, no, no, Director Yang, what does it have to do with me if there is a problem with your own product?" Ye Yun sneered, turned around and shouted at the top of her voice to the crowd making trouble outside: "Everyone, come and take a look! Qingshan Made The director of the garment factory, Yang Qinglin, is here with me! This is Baiyun Garment Factory. There is something wrong with his cropped trousers, and he wants to blame us. How shameless! You guys come to him quickly to refund your money. !!”

Use magic to defeat magic!

It’s unsightly but effective!

A loud voice rang out among the countless noises of refunds, and the crowd clamoring for refunds was suppressed and suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.

Then someone in the crowd shouted: "Yang Qinglin is there!"

Someone raised his finger and pointed at Yang Qinglin.

There was a sudden crash, and the crowd shouting for refunds rushed this way, rushing towards Yang Qinglin.

"Money back!"

"Director Yang! These are the pants from your Qingshan Garment Factory! You have such a dark heart! Get your money back!"

"If you don't refund the money, you won't be able to get out of here properly today!"

The mood of the crowd was high.

The state of the masses is not easy to deal with.

The crowd blocked the door tightly and surrounded Yang Qinglin on three levels inside and three outside. Not even a fly could fly past Yang Qinglin.

Ye Yun had already cleverly hid in the corner.

Chen Zhenxing was stunned.

Standing on a chair, carrying a bucket, and holding a brush dripping white gray water in his hand, he stared blankly at the besieged Yang Qinglin below, with a confused look on his face.

The white gray water ticked and ticked.

His eyes blinked in confusion.

What happened to this sudden change? what happened?

"Director Chen, come here quickly!" Ye Yun shouted crisply when she saw Chen Zhenxing still standing on the chair, fearing that the crowd rushing in would accidentally hurt him.

Chen Zhenxing quickly came to his senses.

Seeing Ye Yun smiling and waving to him, he quickly nodded and said, "Come here, come here!"

There was the last small piece of white dust left in the corner. Chen Zhenxing couldn't bear to keep it like this. He finished brushing it in a hurry, jumped off the chair, and hid in Ye Yun's corner with the bucket and brush.

"Boss Ye, what's going on?" He looked surprised and pointed at Yang Qinglin.

Ye Yun pursed her lips and smiled, "Can't you tell? There's something wrong with the clothes at Qingshan Garment Factory! Someone wanted to play with us, but before they started playing, their backyard was on fire!"