On the third day, the popularity of capri pants continued to rise, and even garment factories in nearby counties drove up in Dongfeng trucks to purchase them.

The popularity of Qingshan Garment Factory once surpassed that of Baiyun Garment Factory at its peak.

Ye Yun is still preparing to reopen her shop.

The trash in the shop had already been collected and sold as scrap. Now the shop is in the renovation stage. She covered her face with a wet towel and supervised Chen Zhenxing as he stood on a stool to paint the walls white.

no way.

Since they couldn't afford to hire anyone, Factory Director Chen had to step in himself.

Factory Director Chen was very depressed, very sad, and so frustrated that he had no energy left to work.

The shops across the street in Qingshan are always packed with people, which is undoubtedly a psychological torment for him.

Especially after get off work each day, the employees of Qingshan Clothing Store would check the accounts, and a large number of small bills would be laid out on the table. His eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at them, like a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten for half a year seeing a pile of fresh meat.

The immense impact gnawed at his taut nerves every day, like ants gnawing at them.

He endured it, he forced himself to endure it.

But the shop assistant at Qingshan seemed to be doing it on purpose, deliberately piling up all the small bills in the most conspicuous place on the table for him to see.

Damn it, he's infuriating!

Every time this happened, Ye Yun would pat him on the shoulder and coax him, "Stop looking, I'll take you to eat meat buns after get off work."

At these moments, Chen Zhenxing would burst into tears.

On the other side, Yang Qinglin was happily counting the receipts in the factory, laughing heartily.

"Ye Yun, Ye Yun, what do you have to fight me with? As long as you dare to release a design, I dare to make it. You release one design, I make one. Unless you never release a design in your entire life, they will all become mine!"

With a flourish, he tossed the receipt with numbers on it, and it fluttered to the ground.

A triumphant laugh echoed in the office. The strings of numbers written on the receipts represented batches of hard-earned money falling into Qingshan Garment Factory, paving the way for his promotion.

After Chen Zhenxing's failure, he thought he would never be able to create a wildly popular design again.

However, he became the factory manager of Qingshan Garment Factory based on the designs he created with Chen Zhenxing, which he was content with. He was prepared to remain a factory manager until his retirement.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yun appeared out of nowhere!

Even the old man is helping him!

After the New Year, when he reports the factory's profits to his superiors... well, he'll be promoted no matter what!

Yang Qinglin was not about to 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 smugness in his tone and the disdain in his eyes. He clicked his tongue and said, "Ye Yun, do you see how popular the capri pants are? Let me tell you, garment factories in the nearby counties are all coming to me to buy them!"

Ye Yun: "..."

She was busy handing whitewash to Chen Zhenxing, who was standing on a chair painting the wall, without even glancing at Yang Qinglin.

Yang Qinglin wasn't angry. The steady stream of profits put him in a good mood. He sighed dramatically, "Oh well, you can't defy fate. Some people are just lucky; they don't have to do anything and they have everything!"

"Hey, some people are just no good, no matter what they do, they're still useless!"

After saying that, he laughed again, his words brimming with smugness and mockery. He curled his lips in disdain and stared meaningfully at Chen Zhenxing, who was painting the wall.

Chen Zhenxing was diligently painting the wall, but the throbbing veins on his forehead betrayed his anger.

Yang Qinglin looked at Ye Yun again, took a deep breath to calm himself, and said in a condescending tone, "So, Ye Yun? Do you want to come with me?"

Walk?

Ye Yun finally lifted her eyelids to look at him, and curled the corners of her lips into a slanted smile.

She glanced at Qingshan Garment Factory across the street, her eyelids slightly lowered, and suddenly sneered: "Director Yang, things aren't over yet, we don't know who will win or lose."

Yang Qinglin's expression hardened.

"Ye Yun, what do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes, his face full of threat. "Let me tell you, this is my last bit of patience. Don't push your luck!"

"oh?"

Ye Yun smiled.

Just then, a loud commotion suddenly erupted from the shops across the street in Qingshan.

"What kind of quality are these pants?! They ripped in the crotch after only three days! Do you think we're stupid? Give us our money back!"

"Mine is rotten too!"

"My child just squatted a few more times, and it just ripped and fell apart! What kind of shoddy clothes does your Qingshan Garment Factory make? Do you think we're easy to fool with our money?"

"Refund! We demand a refund!"

More and more customers poured into the Qingshan store with their torn pants, shouting for refunds, leaving the sales staff in a state of panic and forcing them to hide in the back.

Oh no! Something terrible has happened!

Ye Yun smiled, her eyes defiantly fixed on Yang Qinglin, as if she wanted to stir up trouble.

Yang Qinglin was also dumbfounded as he stared at the Qingshan shop across the street, which was suddenly being asked to refund his money. He was stunned by the scene before him.

What's going on?

How could this situation suddenly occur?

What's going on?