"You're really being incredibly filial! Director Yang, you're being immoral! I work for Baiyun Garment Factory, what do I have to do with your Qingshan Garment Factory?"

She looked at everyone, spread her hands, and said:

"Everyone here has eyes to see. You bought your pants from Qingshan Garment Factory, and I work for Baiyun Garment Factory. Director Yang is probably out of his mind, or maybe he's just used to bullying us at Baiyun Garment Factory. Anyway, I'm making this clear: Baiyun Garment Factory has absolutely nothing to do with Qingshan Garment Factory's capri pants. Surely you're not really going to ask Baiyun Garment Factory for a refund just because of a few words from Yang Qinglin?"

"Yes... what does the pants from Qingshan Garment Factory have to do with Baiyun Garment Factory?"

Questions arose from the crowd.

Another person said, "The two families are mortal enemies. Yang Qinglin must be out of his mind to actually tell us to go to Baiyun Garment Factory to get our money back?"

"What did that girl mean by what she just said? Is Qingshan Garment Factory used to bullying Baiyun Garment Factory?"

“That’s right.” Ye Yun sneered and continued, “Our Baiyun Garment Factory used to be very powerful, but the factory manager of Qingshan Garment Factory didn’t like us. Just now, he was making sarcastic remarks about us in our store before you came. Now he’s asking you for money. I really don’t understand why you want a refund. Did these clothes originally belong to Baiyun?”

At this point, she smiled and looked at Yang Qinglin: "Director Yang, are these clothes from Baiyun? If they are from Baiyun, why would you, Qingshan, be selling them?"

Yang Qinglin gritted his teeth, his face ashen as if he had swallowed a fly.

We can't exactly ask him to admit that he stole it, can we?

impossible!

Before he could speak, Ye Yun suddenly feigned surprise and spoke up for him: "Oh! Did you steal the pants from our Baiyun Garment Factory and pass off our Baiyun design as yours?"

Yang Qinglin's expression tightened.

"Ye Yun, don't make false accusations!"

However, murmurs had already begun to circulate around them.

The whispers seemed to all say that Yang Qinglin stole the designs from Baiyun Garment Factory, calling him a thief, and the gazes directed at him were full of contempt.

Some even brought up what happened back then.

"Back then, Baiyun Garment Factory was the most powerful garment factory. Later, the clothes produced by Qingshan and Baiyun started to look very similar. Looking at them now, could it be that Qingshan Garment Factory stole Baiyun's designs?"

"That makes sense."

"It's strange how Qingshan Garment Factory got up and started. The factory manager of Mingyun Garment Factory is clearly more capable. I heard that he used to frequently travel south to learn how to make clothes!"

You say one thing, I say one thing.

There are all sorts of opinions.

The situation has quietly shifted from refunds to condemnation of Yang Qinglin.

"Nonsense! It's all nonsense!"

Yang Qinglin's face twitched; he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm perfectly honest, I didn't steal anything from anyone, it's all my own skill!" He finished his angry shout, glaring at Ye Yun through gritted teeth, nodding repeatedly in fury, "Fine, fine you, Ye Yun!"

Ye Yun smiled but remained silent.

Seeing that the public opinion had fermented enough, she shook her head and said, "Boring, Director Yang, hurry up and refund everyone's money!"

"That's right, give us our money back!"

People became restless again.

Like a duck being roasted over a fire, Yang Qinglin looked at the crowd surrounding him, shouting for a refund, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart again.

He rolled his eyes and, without warning, fell headfirst into Liu Wan's arms.

It happened in the blink of an eye!

Liu Wan seemed to have seen something disgusting and quickly dodged to the side—

Bang!

Ye Yun: "..."

Chen Zhenxing: "..."

Liu Wan: "..."