"Can we sell it now?" Zhang Xiuying asked.

Wen Qing replied, "Yes, this can be sold."

What happens after you sell it?

"wait."

"how long?"

About a week.

“Okay, one week it is. We’ll make money either way,” Zhang Xiuying said with a smile.

“Yes,” Wen Qing agreed.

"Alright, I'll go back and sell clothes now," Zhang Xiuying said.

“Okay, I’m going to school now,” Wen Qing said.

Study hard.

"Um."

As soon as Zhang Xiuying left, Wen Qing picked up her checkered schoolbag.

Today is Friday. Last week, Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong both took time to go back to their hometown to visit their families. This Friday, Wen Qing also wants to go home.

Wen Qing told Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong.

Aunt Xiao said, "Wen Qing, you're our little boss. You can go back whenever you want."

Wen Qing chuckled and joked, "Now that we're all in this together, we can't put on airs."

Aunt Xiao laughed: "Don't worry, Bao Hong and I are here."

"Okay, let's get through this difficult time first, and then we'll recruit people. You guys will have to work hard for now."

“It’s not hard work at all,” Bao Hong stated.

Wen Qing looked at her and smiled.

"Alright, alright, Wen Qing, hurry up and go to class so you won't be late."

"good."

Wen Qing, with her checkered backpack slung across her shoulder, took the shortcut as usual and quickly crossed the stone bridge. Unsurprisingly, she saw Li Chuanli heading towards the pedestrian street from under the bridge.

Wen Qing couldn't remember how many times she had seen Li Chuanli go to the pedestrian street, but Li Chuanli had never seen her.

Wen Qing smiled, then went straight to school, arriving at her classroom just in time.

After sitting down, Wan Min leaned over and whispered, "Wen Qing, look, Ji Ningzhi not only painted her nails today, but also applied lipstick and Ya Shuang cream. She looks so pretty."

Wen Qing glanced at Ji Ningzhi, but surprisingly Ji Ningzhi didn't turn around to glare at her. Instead, she looked down at a piece of paper and chuckled.

She did wear lipstick.

Wen Qing thought of Li Chuanli, who went to the pedestrian street almost every day, shook her head, and then continued listening to the lecture.

After school in the afternoon, Wen Qing went home excitedly. She hadn't seen Yao Shiling for half a month.

Without telling Yao Shiling that he was going home today, he rushed to take the bus and went to Fengqing Garment Shop first. Inside Fengqing Garment Shop, everyone was making clothes in an orderly manner.

Recently, Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong specially promoted tailors Master Yan and Master Wang for the sake of Fengqing Clothing Store, so now the entire Fengqing Clothing Store is managed by the two of them.

The management was very well organized, and Wen Qing nodded in satisfaction.

Master Yan and Master Wang breathed a sigh of relief. They both knew that although Wen Qing was young, she was a very thoughtful and meticulous person. Otherwise, she wouldn't have three shops: Feng Qing Shoes, Feng Qing Clothing, and Feng Qing Apparel.

So when Wen Qing said it was good, both of them smiled.

Wen Qing said some encouraging words, then rode his bicycle back to Shuiwan Village. As soon as he got back to Shuiwan Village, he saw Wen Peng still wearing short sleeves, playing with spinning tops with his friends on the main road. The whip cracked loudly, and five or six tops spun and collided on the ground. Several children were shouting, "The flying white mouse that hits the big knife to death!"

"Pengpeng, your invincible whirlwind wheels aren't good enough."

"Pengpeng, whip them hard, smash them to death!"

"..."

"Pengpeng," Wen Qing called out after getting off his bicycle.

Wen Peng looked up and saw Wen Qing. He immediately put away his whip, grabbed the still-spinning top, and ran towards Wen Qing, shouting with joy, "Big sister, you're back!"

"Pengpeng, are you still going to play?" his friends asked.

"I'm not playing anymore," Wen Peng said.

Da Dao looked at Wen Peng's whip and said, "Peng Peng, if you're not going to play, then lend me your whip for a bit."

"Okay, don't smoke it and ruin it."

"Hmm." Big Knife happily took the whip.

Wen Peng looked at Wen Qing and said, "Big sister, let me sit on the front bar and you push me."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Okay, come up here."

Wen Peng crawled under Wen Qing's arm, grabbed the handlebars, stood on the pedals and climbed up, then sat proudly on the front bar.

The friend shouted, "Pengpeng is riding a bicycle! Pengpeng is riding a bicycle!"

Wen Peng turned around, his face full of pride: "I'll be riding my bicycle again in a couple of days."

Wen Qing pushed her bicycle and took a moment to touch his arm; it was warm. But she still asked, "Are you cold?"

“It’s not cold. Mom says ‘dress warmly in spring and lightly in autumn’ for good health,” Wen Peng said.

Wen Qing smiled as she looked at the spinning top in his hand. There was a steel ball attached to the tail of the top. Wen Qing was extremely curious. How could there be a steel ball in Shuiwan Village? Wen Qing asked, "Where did this steel ball come from?"

Wen Peng held up the spinning top and asked, "Big sister, is this what you mean?"

"Um."

"This was made for me by Ji Yanjun."

Wen Qing was taken aback: "Him? He came to Shuiwan Village?" He came back from Xiacheng?

"No, it was made for me when he harvested beans for our family last time." Wen Peng said with a grin, "It was a really dark day, and Mom brought a water bottle but forgot her teacup, so she went back to get it. Then I got sleepy, but I didn't dare to sleep because Mom would scold me."

It turned out to be about the day they harvested the beans. Wen Qing asked, "And then?"

Then Wen Peng told Wen Qing about what happened that day.

That day, Wen Peng felt sleepy but dared not sleep. He threw down his sickle and went to catch crickets by following the sound, while Ji Yanjun was cutting beans nearby. Wen Liang rejected Ji Yanjun, so he went to the other end of the field to cut beans.

Only Wen Peng and Ji Yanjun remained on this side.

After catching a cricket, Wen Peng was overjoyed and boasted, "Ji Yanjun, look! This is the biggest cricket I've ever caught in my life! We can call it Black Dragon General!"

Ji Yanjun glanced at it and said, "No, this one isn't strong enough."

"How did you know?" Wen Peng asked in surprise.

Ji Yanjun took out a flashlight, shone it on the cricket, and said, "This cricket's shell color is wrong, and it makes too much noise. It's all show and no substance."

"Really?" Wen Peng asked, his eyes wide.

Ji Yanjun nodded.

Wen Peng: "You understand all of this?"

"Understand."

"What else do you know?"

Ji Yanjun glanced at Wen Peng and said, "I'll talk to you because you look like your sister."

"You tell me, you tell me."

"Raiding bird nests, fishing for crayfish, catching crabs, playing marbles, smashing pickup trucks, spinning tops..."

"You can spin a top?!" Wen Peng asked.

Ji Yanjun nodded: "Yes."

"Do you have a spinning top?" Wen Peng said, "I have a spinning top, but the tip is made of wood, so it won't spin."

"It can spin if you put steel balls in it."

"I don't have any steel balls."

"I have."

Wen Peng said with difficulty, "Even if you have it, I can't take it. My mother doesn't like you, my second brother doesn't like you, I don't want your things."

Ji Yanjun asked, "Does your older sister like me?"

Wen Peng said, "My older sister used to like you."

"And now?"

"Now I like money and me, my mom and my second brother."

Ji Yanjun: "..."

At this moment, Wen Peng started talking to Wen Qing about what happened that day, and then said, "The next day, Ji Yanjun brought me this top and whip and told me to hide them secretly and not tell you."

Wen Qing looked at Wen Peng.

Wen Peng quickly said, "Big sister, you won't tell Mom, will you?"

"No," Wen Qing said.

Wen Peng smiled and said, "That's good." He then put the spinning top in his pocket, and when he got to the yard, he ran to the west room and quickly hid the spinning top under the bed so that his mother and second brother wouldn't find it.

"sister."

"Wen Qing".

Wen Liang and Yao Shiling were surprised that Wen Qing would be back today, so they rushed over to greet her.

Seeing that Wen Liang was also wearing short sleeves, Wen Qing immediately took out three sets of long-sleeved shirts and trousers from her backpack.

Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng each received one set.

"Big sister, do I have new clothes to wear again?" Wen Peng skipped out of the main room.

Wen Liang also looked happy.

Although Yao Shiling said Wen Qing was wasteful, she secretly liked him.

Wen Liang and Wen Peng immediately put them on; the size was just right.

Yao Shiling immediately said seriously, "Wen Qing, why aren't Wen Peng's clothes made a little bigger?"

Wen Qing asked, "Why?"

“They’re both growing fast. When Wen Liang’s clothes get too small, Wen Peng can wear them. But when Wen Peng’s clothes get too small, it’s a waste.”

Wen Qing smiled and then understood. Shuiwan Village had always been poor. A family could hardly make a set of clothes for half a year. When they did make a set of clothes, they would give them to the older brother. When the older brother grew up, the clothes would be too small for the younger brother. When the younger brother grew up, the clothes would be too small for the younger sister. In between, the clothes were patched and patched. By the time they were worn by the youngest child, they were almost worn out.

Wen Peng used to wear the clothes that Wen Liang couldn't wear anymore, and Wen Liang wore the clothes that Wen Qing's father had.

“It won’t be a waste, Mom. When I grow up and my older sister has a baby, I’ll wear the clothes she’s left over for her baby to wear,” Wen Peng said.

"Nonsense!" Yao Shiling scolded Wen Peng, protecting Wen Qing. Wen Qing was still a young woman, and it was shameful for her to talk about "giving birth."

Wen Peng immediately lowered his head and remained silent.

Wen Qing patted Wen Peng's head and said, "It's okay, our family sells clothes, so we're not afraid of not having clothes to wear."

"We can't waste it."

Seeing that Yao Shiling was about to ramble on about "frugality" again, Wen Qing quickly changed the subject and asked about the shoes in her second uncle's yard.

In fact, Wen Qing knew the general situation. She hadn't misjudged the person. The team leader was indeed very good at management, and the villagers had always respected him. As a result, Feng Qing Shoe Factory became more and more disciplined.

Yao Shiling added, "The team leader is really dedicated. He often goes to your second uncle's place in the middle of the night with a kerosene lamp to check on him, just in case there are thieves. Whenever you need goods or you're short of cloth or shoe soles, he immediately runs to the county town. He told me that since Wen Qing trusts him, he can't be perfunctory; if he's going to do something, he has to do it properly."

Wen Qing was quite moved by what she heard, so she went to her second uncle's yard to take a look. Sure enough, everyone was making shoes in an orderly manner.

When they saw Wen Qing arrive, they all greeted her warmly.

The team leader even came over to greet Wen Qing, making Wen Qing feel like a city leader on an inspection tour of the countryside, which made her slightly embarrassed.

Then Wen Qing calculated everyone's wages and handed the money to the team leader so that the team leader could distribute the wages.

Wen Qing hadn't returned for two weeks. According to the rules, he should have given the team leader twenty-five yuan, but the team leader was too responsible, so Wen Qing gave him thirty yuan instead.

The team leader refused to accept it and insisted on returning five yuan to Wen Qing, keeping only twenty-five yuan.

With Wen Qing's return, everyone who worked for him received their wages, and even the business at the village's general store suddenly boomed.

The captain's wife was overjoyed. Twenty-five yuan! Wen Qing was really generous, giving it away so readily. She slapped her thigh and said, "Noodles for lunch!" She pulled an old handkerchief from her sleeve, unfolded it, and found one yuan and eighty cents inside. She took out forty cents and prepared to go to the general store to buy some white noodles to change things up. Eating coarse noodles every day was making her throat almost ruined.

Meanwhile, Wen Qing was having dinner at home.

Yao Shiling didn't know Wen Qing was back, so there was no meat in the house, only some green vegetables and soybean paste.

As Yao Shiling served food to Wen Qing, she said, "Let's eat this meal first, and I'll go to the county town to buy some meat to eat tomorrow morning."

“This is good to eat,” Wen Qing said.

Just then, Aunt Wang from outside the courtyard came over with a bowl of meat and said, "Sister-in-law Wen, Wen Qing, are you eating?"

Yao Shiling quickly stood up to greet her.

Aunt Wang had already placed a bowl of braised pork with radish on the table, and said with a smile, "Erhuzi's dad just went to buy this. I was thinking that since Wenqing was coming back, your family hadn't sold any vegetables, so I brought it over for you to eat. Try it. I didn't cook it very well, but it'll have to do with it."

"Aunt Wang, no, no, no," Yao Shiling declined, but Aunt Wang had already run out of the yard, waving her hand and saying, "Eat up, eat up, just give me the bowl later."

Yao Shiling and Wen Qing were quite helpless. Before they could even sit down, Da Dao's mother came over with four boiled duck eggs and a plate of stir-fried duck eggs with chili peppers.

As soon as the food was placed on the table, Big Knife Mom ran off, saying the same thing again: "Just give me the plate later."

The dinner table was full of other people's dishes.

Wen Liang and Wen Peng were dumbfounded; they had never received such treatment before.

Yao Shiling looked at Wen Qing and said, "I knew it. The people in our village are really simple and honest. They are definitely stingy and protective of their families, but if you treat them well, they would give you everything they have."

Wen Qing had never experienced this in her past life, but this life was worth it. She picked up her chopsticks and said, "Eat up. I just hope Feng Qing Shoe Factory can make more money in the future."

"Yes, let's eat!" Wen Peng had been drooling over the braised pork with radish for a long time.

Wen Qing stayed at home comfortably for two days. Now, Feng Qing's shoe store has a team leader overseeing it, Feng Qing's garment store has Master Yan and Master Wang, and Feng Qing's clothing store has Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong. "Feng Qing" is gradually getting on track. She can earn money every day without moving around, and she is no longer as busy and busy as before.

On Sunday afternoon, she took a car back to Greenland Garden, but after thinking about it, she didn't go back to Greenland Garden. Instead, she went directly to DaMo Plaza.

Before we even reached DaMo Plaza, we saw Aunt Xiao walking out of the plaza looking hurried.

"Aunt Xiao." Wen Qing called out from afar.

Aunt Xiao looked up and saw Wen Qing. Her eyes lit up, and she rushed over, saying urgently, "Something's happened to Wen Qing!"

Wen Qing was taken aback, then asked, "What happened?"

“Many people are causing trouble in front of Zhang Xiuying’s house.”

"Are you saying the wool coats sold by Zhang Xiuying's family are fake?" Wen Qing asked.

Aunt Xiao was taken aback: "You've been to the pedestrian street?"

"No."

"How did you know?"

"Let's not talk about that now," Wen Qing said. "Let's go check the situation first."

"good."

"Is the clothing store locked?" Wen Qing asked.

"It's locked," Aunt Xiao said, then hurriedly walked with Wen Qing toward the pedestrian street, explaining the situation to Wen Qing as they walked.

It is said that Zhang Xiuying's business has been particularly good recently. Not only is there a lot of demand in the county, but her business near Su Fang Clothing Store has not been overshadowed by Su Fang Clothing Store.

Who knew that today, for some unknown reason, some people suddenly came to Zhang Xiuying's shop and made trouble, saying that the clothes she bought were fake, that they faded, that they were itchy to wear, that they were made of wool, and that the fur on them was uneven, etc. They were making trouble at Zhang Xiuying's shop.

Bao Hong saw it when she delivered the clothes, and now she's helping Zhang Xiuying.

Wen Qing remained calm after hearing this. As soon as the two entered the street, they saw a group of people moving away from Zhang Xiuying's door and heading towards Su Fang's clothing store.

There were many onlookers, and the noise was quite mixed. Wen Qing recognized the voices of Zhang Xiuying and Bao Hong among them.

Aunt Xiao was about to step forward angrily when Wen Qing grabbed her arm.

Aunt Xiao was taken aback: "Wen Qing, what are you doing?"

Wen Qing looked at Aunt Xiao and said, "Aunt Xiao, go call the police."

"Call the police?" Aunt Xiao exclaimed in surprise, "Why would you call the police?"

"Only the police can handle this."

"But we also make woolen overcoats, what if those woolen overcoats..."

“Our wool coats are fine,” Wen Qing said. “Aunt Xiao, go quickly.”

Seeing Wen Qing's determined gaze, Aunt Xiao also gained confidence and immediately said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

"Um."

Aunt Xiao then walked away quickly.

Wen Qing calmed herself down, stepped onto the pedestrian street, and squeezed into the crowd. There she saw Zhang Xiuying, Bao Hong, and the people from Su Fang's clothing store arguing.

“I got these clothes from your Su Fang!” Zhang Xiuying said.

Su Fang's people said, "You've taken Feng Qing's clothes! Everyone knows Feng Qing cuts corners when making clothes, and now that something's happened, you're blaming us. Don't be disgusting."

"Who are you calling a liar? Who are you calling a liar?!" Bao Hong retorted fiercely, "You buy our Feng Qing's clothes, copy them, make counterfeit goods, aren't you disgusted? Aren't you disgusted?"

"Don't say that. Did you write your name on the clothes? Besides, even if you did, does that mean others can't use it? That's ridiculous," Su Fangren said.

"Say that again and I'll tear your mouth apart!" Bao Hong rolled up her sleeves and was about to step forward, her imposing manner startling Su Fang's men.

Zhang Xiuying quickly hugged him.

Bao Hong pointed at Su Fang's clothing store and shouted, "It's them, it's them! They bought clothes from Feng Qing, which means they bought clothes from me. They bought the clothes and copied them, making defective products. Now they're blaming Feng Qing? Bullshit! We Feng Qing are not so easily bullied!"

"Baohong, Baohong, don't get excited!" Zhang Xiuying said, hugging Baohong's waist.

"I can't stay calm! We have to make Su Fang's boss lose money today. How can he not lose money if he sells counterfeit goods to someone?" Bao Hong shouted.

This immediately voiced the customers' sentiments.

"Pay back! Pay back!" some customers shouted, holding up their clothes.

Wen Qing stood silently in the crowd, thinking to herself that Bao Hong really knew how to argue; she even knew how to stir up the emotions of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Su Hongmei, inside Su Fang's clothing store, was pacing around in a panic, asking, "Fangfang, what should we do? What should we do? They've all come to the store entrance to make a scene."

"Auntie, why are you in such a hurry? Have you forgotten that it was Wen Qing who cut corners? The fabric we bought hasn't even been made yet," Zhang Fangfang said leisurely.

"Then now..."

Zhang Fangfang said calmly, "Let them make a fuss for a while longer. The bigger the fuss, the worse it will be for Wen Qing. We just need to take the clothes made in the shop and compare them with theirs, and the result will be clear, right?"

"contrast?"

"Hmm, you can tell the difference between good and bad fabrics at a glance. The clothes in our store are different from those in Wenqing's store, otherwise how could Wenqing dare to lower the price right away?" Zhang Fangfang said contemptuously.

Su Hongmei was finally relieved.

The two were inside the store when they heard another argument going on outside.

Until someone outside shouted, "The police are here! The police are here!"

Su Hongmei panicked again: "Fangfang, the police are here!"

Zhang Fangfang smiled and said, "Good timing, let's go out and take a look."

"Where is the shop owner?" a police officer shouted.

Zhang Fangfang came out smiling: "That's me."

Su Hongmei followed closely behind Zhang Fangfang.

The onlookers pointed at Zhang Fangfang and said, "It's her, she's the one who makes fake clothes. The clothes fade, come undone, and are even scratchy. We want to return them, but she won't."

"Yes, it's her."

"..."

Faced with accusations, Zhang Fangfang remained calm and composed, acting as if "it's all Wen Qing's fault" and that she was innocent.

Wen Qing smiled slightly amidst the crowd and continued to observe the situation.

The police officer said sternly, "Someone reported that your store sells substandard products and refuses to accept returns. Is that true?"

Zhang Fangfang said, "No, every piece of clothing we sell comes with a quality guarantee."

“Nonsense, you’re just selling counterfeit goods!” Bao Hong said, taking the lead.

Other customers echoed this sentiment.

"Quiet!" the police officer shouted.

The field fell silent.

The police officer looked at Zhang Fangfang and said, "Really not?"

"No, we have evidence." As she spoke, Zhang Fangfang asked Su Hongmei to bring out a wool coat and compare it with the inferior wool coat. Sure enough, the fabric of the wool coat was different from that of the inferior wool coat.

Zhang Fangfang continued, "We use this kind of fabric for every piece of clothing, and these people all bought their clothes from Zhang Xiuying's shop. It's hard to say whose clothes are inferior, is it?" Zhang Fangfang glanced at Zhang Xiuying.

Zhang Xiuying said, "These clothes were indeed sold from my store, but I got them from Su Fang's store."

Zhang Fangfang laughed and said, "You also took clothes from Fengqing Store, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you say they cut corners?"

The customers all looked at Zhang Xiuying.

Zhang Xiuying didn't speak, but Bao Hong spoke first: "Our Feng Qingcai would never fake it."

Zhang Fangfang looked at Bao Hong and asked, "Are the clothes you make the same as the ones I make?"

Bao Hong replied, "It's because you made the same clothes as ours."

"Are you cheaper than us by one dollar?"

"We are the best at giving back to our customers."

"If you use the same fabric, how can you make money if you offer the best quality? So you focus on cutting corners on the fabric, using inferior materials, and lowering prices to attract customers, right?"

Zhang Fangfang was imposing and pressed Bao Hong closely. Although Bao Hong shouted, she was clearly no match for Zhang Fangfang and seemed to be getting trapped by her. This made the customers suspect that the clothes in Fengqing's shop were actually defective, since Zhang Xiuying's two shops sold them.

Bao Hong said, "No!"

Zhang Fangfang continued to ask, "What is that? You've been using my Su Fang Clothing Store's name to make inferior clothes and ruin my store's reputation?"

Bao Hong's mind didn't quite process it for a moment.

Seeing that the customers seemed suspicious, Zhang Fangfang was smug and was about to report to the police when Wen Qing stepped forward.

“Zhang Fangfang, talking won’t work,” Wen Qing said with a smile. Then Wen Qing looked at the police officer and said, “Hello, officers. My name is Wen Qing, and I am the owner of Fengqing Clothing Store.”

"She owns Fengqing?"

"She looks so young."

"Her clothes are so beautiful."

"She's good-looking too."

"..."

The moment Wen Qing appeared, she had this effect, which gave Bao Hong confidence. She turned around and called out, "Sister Wen Qing."

“Baohong, you stand aside, I’ll do it,” Wen Qing said.

Zhang Fangfang had been calm and arrogant just moments before, but for some reason, she suddenly became somewhat deflated upon seeing Wen Qing.

"Alright, since both shop owners are here, let's settle this right here." The police officer quoted Wen Qing, saying, "No, talking won't work. Come on, let's produce the evidence. Serving the people is our duty. We can't let ordinary people suffer. Whoever is at fault must bear the consequences!"

As soon as the police officer finished speaking, he was met with applause from the customers.

Wen Qing looked at Zhang Fangfang and asked, "Is your evidence just a comparison of the fabrics?"

Zhang Fangfang forced a smile and said, "You can tell just by looking at the fabric."

“Okay, then let me present my evidence.” Wen Qing smiled and pulled out a stack of papers from his checkered backpack, saying, “I am the owner and designer of all ‘Feng Qing’ products. This is a backup of the documents required for trademark registration. Although the trademark certificate has not yet been issued, Mr. Police Officer, you can check the registration date, which was two months ago.”

Wen Qing handed the documents to the police officer and then said, "The staff member who received me saw that I was young and was afraid that I was just playing around, so he asked me to provide a sample of Feng Qing's clothes for him to take a look." As he spoke, Wen Qing pulled out a sample from the documents, which depicted a white polyester shirt and plain striped pants.

The customer stood on tiptoe to look at what the police officer was holding.

"Isn't this the same dress that Su Fang sells?"

"Yes, exactly the same."

"This registration application was submitted two months ago, and Su Fang Clothing Store has only been open for half a month."

"So that means the clothes made by Su Fang Clothing Store were actually drawn by Boss Feng Qing?"

"..."

Zhang Fangfang began to panic upon hearing this.

Su Hongmei couldn't understand what Wen Qing was doing at all.

Then Wen Qing asked Aunt Xiao to bring over a double-breasted wool coat and said, "Let me tell you about my design for this coat and the process of making it."

The police officers stared at Wen Qing in disbelief, holding the documents. This girl was so young, yet she could draw clothes, and not only that, she could make them.

Wen Qing explained the concept of the double-breasted wool coat in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and then got straight to the point: "Because I have already registered the trademark, in order to build brand influence, every piece of clothing and every pair of shoes produced by Feng Qing will have this small blue cloth strip with white lettering. This white cloth strip is two inches away from the seam of the shoulder pad. Does anyone wear clothes from Feng Qing stores? You can measure it and see."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people found wooden rulers to measure.

"I bought Feng Qing's clothes, and they are indeed two inches long."

"That's amazing!"

"..."

Wen Qing emphasized again: "The first piece of clothing made by Feng Qing has a mark. If it doesn't, it wasn't made by Feng Qing."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fangfang's face turned pale.

Su Hongmei became nervous.

Wen Qing asked for a pair of scissors and, in front of everyone, cut open the double-breasted wool coat from the sleeves, leaving everyone stunned.

Actually, it's fine not to cut it, but it's more transparent after cutting it open. Wen Qing said, "Because this garment is something I drew and made myself, every detail is what I envisioned. Woolen fabric is thick and warm, but it's not easy to sew on a sewing machine, and it's prone to breaking or coming undone over time. So every double-breasted woolen coat is sewn with a double-row backstitch. Customers who bought Feng Qing brand double-breasted woolen coats here, can you check if this is the case?"

“That’s right, that’s right, you’re absolutely right.” Many people agreed.

Zhang Fangfang's face grew increasingly grim, but her mind went blank, and she couldn't refute it.

Su Hongmei's legs began to feel weak.

Wen Qing glanced at Zhang Fangfang and said with a smile, "The last obvious question is about the double-breasted wool coat. The double-breasted buttons have four buttonholes. The inner four buttonholes are sewn onto the coat with five thin threads, and the outer four buttonholes are sewn onto the coat with six red threads."

"My God! It really is!" Someone exclaimed in surprise. "It really is five inner lines and six outer lines."

"That's amazing."

"I never knew Fengqing Clothing Store paid so much attention to detail!"

"..."

As soon as Wen Qing finished speaking, everyone was dumbfounded.

Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong were also dumbfounded. They knew that Wen Qing was strict about clothing, but they didn't know that there were so many little secrets in each of Wen Qing's outfits.

The police officers were utterly in awe of Wen Qing.

Even before Wen Qing could speak, some of the victims spoke up directly:

“My piece of clothing does not have the small blue cloth strip.”

"I don't have any either."

"My buttons are all sewn with four thin threads."

"The stitches on the cuffs are all double-row stitches, without backstitching."

"..."

Suddenly, someone snatched the double-breasted wool coat from Su Fang's clothing store from Zhang Fangfang's hands and compared it: "The stitching and buttons are the same as mine."

"Let me see, it's the same as mine."

"And there were no strips of cloth."

"..."

Zhang Fangfang's face turned deathly pale.

Su Hongmei was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong were secretly delighted.

Zhang Xiuying secretly gave Wen Qing a thumbs up. Wen Qing was amazing. Apart from being a little stunned when she received the news, she was the calmest one up until now. She didn't expect that Wen Qing already had a plan in mind. Now Zhang Fangfang can't escape.

"I didn't make it!" Zhang Fangfang tried her best to defend herself, pointing at Wen Qing: "Wen Qing made these clothes. Wen Qing and Zhang Xiuying tricked me."

Wen Qing remained silent.

"I'd cheat you? You just wait." Zhang Xiuying stormed back to her shop, carrying a bag of clothes and receipts to show the police officers: "Officer, these are all signed, and I even put serial numbers on these clothes."

When the police opened the bag, they found it full of substandard clothing, with Zhang Fangfang's signature on it.

Zhang Xiuying then added, "She must still have this kind of fabric and semi-finished products in her shop."

"Go and look for it," the police officer said to his colleague.

His companions immediately went to look for it and found the same fabric, as well as two half-finished products, which were exactly the same style as the inferior products.

Zhang Fangfang's face had lost all color.

Su Hongmei's legs began to feel weak.

Actually, they were only involved in selling clothes, and they didn't know much about the fabric and details. At this moment, they were completely confused by Wen's actions and couldn't think straight. They even began to doubt whether their subordinates had actually made these substandard products.

After thinking for a while and looking at the evidence, the police officers concluded that there was nothing to doubt or refute.

"Zhang Fangfang, come with me," the police officer said.

Go to the police station?

Zhang Fangfang was so frightened that her legs went weak, and Su Hongmei quickly supported her, saying, "Fangfang, Fangfang."

"Auntie, Auntie, what should we do? What should we do?" Zhang Fangfang grabbed Su Hongmei, completely at a loss.

Su Hongmei panicked too, and in her panic, she thought of someone: "Ji Yanjun, yes, Ji Yanjun. Fangfang, don't be afraid. Just insist that we didn't do this. I'll go find Ji Yanjun. Ji Yanjun knows a lot of people. You two have been good friends since you were little. He will definitely help you. I'll have your uncle call Ji Yanjun right away and ask him to come back!"