"Ye Yun, did you do this?!"

As if realizing something, Yang Qinglin suddenly glared at Ye Yun with a sharp look.

Ye Yun shrugged, looking completely innocent. "Director Yang, you're really wronging me. The clothes belong to your Qingshan Garment Factory. How can you drag an outsider like me into this?"

"you……"

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

The fact that a large number of pants had problems meant it was impossible for Ye Yun to have hired someone to sabotage the event, which meant that the capri pants did indeed have a problem.

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

Liu Wan personally went to the soldier's clothing store to get the capri pants. The size and material were exactly the same as the samples in the clothing store. So how could there be a problem?

Yang Qinglin couldn't understand it, and once again cast a suspicious glance at Ye Yun.

He happened to meet Ye Yun's teasing gaze.

He was immediately taken aback.

Yes!

If he followed the sample step by step, then the problem must lie with the sample!

"Ye Yun, you...you really are something else!" Yang Qinglin gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a chilling intent that made him want to skin Ye Yun alive.

Ye Yun was utterly innocent.

"No way, no way, what does it have to do with me if your own products have problems?" Ye Yun scoffed, then turned and shouted at the crowd causing trouble outside, "Everyone come and see! Yang Qinglin, the factory manager of Qingshan Garment Factory, is here with me! This is Baiyun Garment Factory. Their capri pants have a problem, and they're trying to blame it on us. How shameless! Come and get your money back from him!!"

Use magic to defeat magic!

Throwing a tantrum is unsightly, but it's effective!

A loud shout rang out amidst the clamor of countless people demanding refunds, instantly silencing the crowd as if they were chickens.

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

Someone pointed at Yang Qinglin.

Suddenly, a huge crowd of people, shouting for refunds, surged towards Yang Qinglin.

"Give me my money back!"

"Director Yang! These are the pants from your Qingshan Garment Factory! You're really heartless! Give me my money back!"

"No refunds, and you're not leaving here alive today!"

The crowd was very excited.

The public's attitude is not to be trifled with.

The crowd blocked the entrance completely, surrounding Yang Qinglin in layers, so much so that not even a fly could get past him.

Ye Yun had already cleverly hidden herself in a corner.

Chen Zhenxing was stunned.

Standing on a chair, carrying a bucket, and clutching a brush dripping lime water, he stared blankly at Yang Qinglin, who was being attacked below, looking completely bewildered.

The lime water is dripping, dripping.

His bewildered eyes blinked repeatedly.

What caused this sudden change? What happened?

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

Chen Zhenxing quickly came to his senses.

Seeing Ye Yun smiling and waving at him, he quickly nodded and replied, "Coming, coming!"

There was only one small patch of white plaster left in the corner. Chen Zhenxing couldn't bear to leave it there, so he quickly finished painting it, jumped off the chair, grabbed the bucket and brush, and happily hid in Ye Yun's corner.

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

Ye Yun smiled, "Can't you see? There's a problem with the clothes from Qingshan Garment Factory! Someone tried to show off to us, but before they could even get started, their own backyard caught fire!"