Lin Yu awakens with memories of her past life and discovers she is a cannon fodder supporting character in a modern-era novel. The female lead is the real heiress, and Lin Yu is merely a fake heire...
Li Changzheng drove the car to the gate, and Lin Zhuang and Li Dahui began to unload the goods.
Seeing that they were all busy, Li Changzheng quickly stepped in to help.
This was his first time visiting the specialty store in the provincial capital, and he was immediately amazed by the booming business.
I knew the store was doing well, but I didn't know it could be like this.
He rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
In their factory, it doesn't matter what position you hold; as long as you're busy and have free time, you can start working.
We are all one.
The canned pineapple is selling very well; it sells out almost as soon as it hits the shelves.
Fortunately, even residents of the provincial capital have limited spending power.
After three days of canned goods sales, things finally calmed down.
By the afternoon, the number of customers in the store had gradually decreased.
Lin Yu, who thought she could finally rest, was sitting at the front desk, panting and drinking water.
Then a woman walked in.
This man, carrying a vegetable basket and dressed simply, started shouting as soon as he entered:
"Everyone, come and judge for yourselves, there's something wrong with the products made by this factory."
At that shout, everyone gathered around in an instant.
Everyone is buying products from food factories, fearing they might be harmed.
Lin Yu stood in front of her and asked, "Big sister, what do you think is wrong with what our food factory makes?"
The woman slapped her thigh and started crying: "Oh dear, you guys don't know! I bought vermicelli from a food factory. Didn't they say it could last for half a year? I only kept it for a few days and it went bad. I almost fed it to my child!"
"What if my child gets sick from eating this?"
“You guys are heartless, selling us this kind of broken stuff.”
"Do they have no conscience at all?"
Some onlookers silently put back the canned food they were about to buy, thinking that they might get sick from eating it.
Others spoke with righteous indignation: "Don't cry, girl, we'll help you get justice."
"How do you make your products? They're all food, how can you sell spoiled stuff? I've been buying your stuff all this time."
"Exactly, is there something wrong with your canned food too?"
Lin Yu raised her hand and said calmly, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me."
Perhaps because she was so calm and showed no sign of panic, everyone quieted down.
Lin Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his attitude towards the older woman was as gentle as a spring breeze: "Ma'am, could you show us the fans?"
That woman had never been treated so gently before, and for a moment she forgot to cry.
She took a bundle of vermicelli from the basket: "Here, this is it."
She had her mother-in-law buy the fans, specifically requesting products from Qingshan Food Factory, but who knew she would end up buying something bad.
If she hadn't noticed, she would have seen that the fans were all moldy.
What if my child accidentally ate it?
As a mother, my biggest worry is food safety.
The thought of her child almost getting sick from the food ignited a fierce anger within her that she couldn't quell.
The feeling of anger and fear intertwined almost drove her to madness.
So they came to the store and started crying and making a scene.
Lin Yu carefully took the rice noodles and examined them closely. The outer packaging of this bundle of rice noodles was indeed similar to what they sold, and it did indeed say "Qingshan Foods" on it.
She gently stroked the surface of the fan, feeling its texture and grain, trying to find any subtle differences or flaws.
The fans themselves are gray and semi-transparent, and unless you look closely, it's hard to tell that mold has grown on them.
Lin Yu showed it to the people around her: "What do you think?"
Xiao Fang blushed with anger: "Big sister, are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? This wasn't made in our factory at all."
They finally managed to open the shop, and this woman came to sabotage it.
The woman, enraged by this accusation, retorted, "What do you mean? Would I deliberately frame you?"
"You've lost your conscience, and now you don't want to admit it?"
The onlookers criticized, "That's right, how can you be like this, young lady? You start by criticizing others right away."
"You're not trying to deny it, are you?"
Xiaofang was originally a simple country girl. When she was surrounded and verbally abused by a group of people, her face turned as pale as paper, and her body swayed precariously.
Lin Yu supported her from behind: "Stay calm, it's okay."
Hearing that voice, she felt strangely calm.
Just as he was about to retort to the people in front of him, Xiaoju patted his hand to stop him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't be angry. My younger sister is young and doesn't know how to speak properly."
Xiaofang is the youngest among them, so it's not an exaggeration to call her the little sister.
Most people sympathize with the weak, and seeing that she was indeed young, the older women couldn't say anything too harsh.
Xiaoju then explained, "She wasn't wrong just now. These fans really weren't made by our factory."
Before they could speak again, Lin Yu took out the vermicelli made in his factory.
“They’re right. You can compare the two types of fans yourselves.”
Lin Yu generously opened a package of vermicelli and showed it to them for comparison.
Looking at the older woman's fans alone, they seem very similar, but when you put the two side by side, you can see the difference.
First, there's the difference in color, grayscale, and transparency.
Food factory-made products have lighter colors and higher transparency.
Moreover, their fan base is more segmented.
This is obvious to anyone with eyes to see.
Lin Yu then asked the older woman to hold two bundles of vermicelli: "Can you see the difference? The weight is different too."
The woman realized something was wrong before she even cooked it, so she had the whole bundle of vermicelli she bought in her hand.
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