"..."

Liu Wan lowered her head after being scolded.

Suddenly, a burly man who looked menacing grabbed a pair of cropped pants with a ripped crotch and hurled them at Yang Qinglin. With a crash, the ripped crotch landed squarely on Yang Qinglin's head.

"Damn it, refund my money!"

Yang Qinglin was stunned for a moment after being hit, then he looked at the capri pants that were on his head.

"vomit……"

The next second, a strong, pungent stench of men's crotches assaulted his nostrils, causing him to immediately clutch his stomach, bend over, and vomit without any regard for his image.

"..."

Even though Ye Yun had seen a lot, she couldn't help but laugh with sympathy.

"The factory manager of Qingshan Garment Factory, I'm afraid he's never experienced anything like this before?"

She spoke clearly and distinctly, and the message was relayed.

Yang Qinglin was completely covered by his capri pants.

One person took the lead and threw his pants at Yang Qinglin, which seemed to arouse public anger. The rest of the people followed suit and threw their tattered pants at Yang Qinglin as well.

Liu Wan, who was following Yang Qinglin, was not spared either, and ended up with several pairs of pants on her.

She, who used to be quick-witted and adept at resolving such troubles, seemed to have fallen silent this time, not uttering a single word, and silently endured the scolding along with Yang Qinglin.

"Enough!"

Yang Qinglin suddenly swung his hand, grabbed the pants from around his neck, and threw them back into the crowd.

The noisy crowd seemed to be paused for a moment, but their faces were full of anger, as if they wanted to see what kind of performance he was going to put on.

"Everyone, I'm very sorry about the quality issue with the pants. We will—"

"Director Yang! This is Baiyun Garment Factory's territory. If you really want to resolve this, why don't you go to your own store!"

Ye Yun interrupted coldly.

Yang Qinglin's plan to temporarily calm the crowd was thwarted, and his face darkened.

Ye Yun smiled calmly and said loudly, "Director Yang, it seems you have quite a few bills stored in your shop, right? Perfect, it'll be easier to get the money back for the pants from everyone if we go to your shop to settle this!"

Upon hearing about the refund, the crowd, which had just quieted down, instantly became lively again.

Although Yang Qinglin didn't price the pants too expensively, it was still equivalent to several days' wages for an average person. With the economy just beginning to develop, most families wouldn't buy more than a few new clothes throughout the year; if they did buy one, they intended to wear it for several years or even a decade. How could they be willing to let it break in just a few days?

"Yes! Director Yang, your store makes a lot of money every day, give us a refund now!"

A woman shouted.

However, Yang Qinglin dared not utter the words, and for the first time, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in his anxiety.

He didn't know how many pairs of capri pants had the problem. He refunded them today, but what if they all came back for refunds tomorrow? Wouldn't he lose a lot of money?

Damn it, he was even provoked by Ye Yun to produce capri pants at a high speed!

Now it seems that this was also Ye Yun's scheme!

Yang Qinglin then thought of the several large truckloads of goods that had been taken away from the neighboring counties. Now that he thought about it, those also had problems!

He was hoping for a promotion this time.

If the higher-ups find out he's made such a huge mess and lost so much money, they'll skin him alive!

For a moment, Yang Qinglin felt dizzy and couldn't breathe.

He trembled as he reached out and clutched his chest, his other hand pointing shakily in Ye Yun's direction. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's her! She made the capri pants! Go find her there!"

What?

This is terrible!

How did this rotten ball end up in her hands all of a sudden?