Chapter 198 Cleverness Backfires



Wang Dahai leaned closer to take a look, and his eyes widened in shock!

The drawing on the blueprint was none other than the wildly popular sweater dress from the First Garment Factory!

The design and details are almost identical!

"This...this..."

Wang Dahai was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Qiu Fengxian raised his chin smugly, lowered his voice, and spoke with a knowing, boastful tone.

"So what? It's no big deal! Our factory's technicians have already replicated it! It's exactly the same!"

He pointed to a workshop with lights on outside the window.

"See that workshop? Ever since I found out their stuff was a hit, I've had people working day and night! Now the warehouse is piled high with several thousand finished products! The workers are still working overtime! We can produce as many as you need!"

He patted Wang Dahai on the shoulder, as if to say, "I've got your back."

"Boss Wang, we've known each other for a long time! Why bother going to the First Garment Factory and putting up with their awfulness when you need goods? Come to me! The price will definitely be much better than the wholesale price Zhang Guoqiang gave you! Bulk discounts available!"

Looking at the blueprints and then at Qiu Fengxian's calculating and smug face, Wang Dahai felt as if he had found an outlet for the anger he had suffered at the First Garment Factory.

A smile appeared on his face, but it was filled with sarcasm and disdain.

"Director Qiu,"

Wang Dahai drawled out his words, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"You...you've got some nerve! Aren't state-owned factories strictly prohibited from copying each other's designs? You're going against the grain!"

Qiu Fengxian's smug expression froze for a moment, then he waved his hand, giving him a "you're too naive" look.

"Hey! Rules are rules, but people are flexible! What's there to be afraid of? This market is full of all sorts of goods, a real mixed bag! My goods don't even bear the First Garment Factory's label! Who would know they were made by me, Qiu Fengxian? Besides, our Third Garment Factory has been able to develop steadily all these years, unlike the First Garment Factory which almost went bankrupt, all thanks to..."

He chuckled twice, not saying it outright, but the meaning was self-evident.

"A wise man knows when to yield! Zhang Guoqiang is just stubborn!"

Qiu Fengxian became more and more smug as he spoke, as if he could already see his warehouse being emptied of goods and money rolling in.

However, the mockery on Wang Dahai's face grew stronger.

He scoffed, a laugh that was like ice water poured over Qiu Fengxian's feverish head.

"Director Qiu, Director Qiu,"

Wang Dahai shook his head, his tone full of schadenfreude and disdain for someone who was an idiot.

"You've really miscalculated this time; your cleverness has backfired!"

Qiu Fengxian was stunned: "You... what do you mean?"

"What's the meaning?"

Wang Dahai sneered, took out a cigarette case from his pants, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth but didn't light it.

"To tell you the truth, the 'master craftsmen' in Huacheng are much faster than you! As soon as the goods from the First Garment Factory arrive in Huacheng, workshops start imitating them that very night! Their efficiency is much higher than yours!"

Qiu Fengxian's expression changed: "Then...then them..."

"them?"

Wang Dahai interrupted him, his voice carrying a hint of cruel mockery.

"They're crying right now over the mountains of counterfeit goods piled up in their warehouse! Do you know why?"

He leaned closer to Qiu Fengxian and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Because Zhou Qiqi had anticipated this! She placed the needle on the inside of the sleeve where it connects to the skirt body, and about an inch above the side slit of the skirt hem on the authentic sweater dress,"

Wang Dahai gestured on his clothes.

"They all use the same color but more delicate silk thread, hand-embroidering a unique, artistic 'seven' character! That's her exclusive trademark! I don't know what technique she used, but the character is on both sides, it's impossible to imitate!"

Qiu Fengxian was struck dumb. He grabbed the blueprints on the table and frantically searched for details, but the blueprints didn't mark this part at all!

"Impossible! I...we didn't see it when we reissued it..."

Qiu Fengxian's voice began to tremble.

"nonsense!"

Wang Dahai bluntly exposed it.

"The logo is embroidered so cleverly that it blends seamlessly with the decorative lines; you can't even spot it unless you look closely! And the key point is, nowadays, all the girls buying this dress recognize this 'seven' logo!"

"The news coming back from Huacheng is that no matter how good the materials or how well it's made, counterfeit goods without this label can be identified as fake at a glance! They won't even ask any questions, they'll just turn around and leave! Those who were quick to counterfeit in Huacheng are now stuck with bad debts, they're almost bankrupt!"

He glanced disdainfully at the pile of blueprints on Qiu Fengxian's desk and the still-producing workshop outside the window:

"Your materials are probably even worse than those small workshops in Huacheng, right? No matter how closely you replicate the design, without that 'seven' character, it's just a pile of unwanted junk! You think you can sell it? Dream on!"

After Wang Dahai finished speaking, he shook his head with a sneer as if he had watched an extremely ridiculous farce, turned around and left without even glancing at Qiu Fengxian again, let alone asking for the "garbage" in his warehouse.

"Boss Wang! Wait! Wang..."

Qiu Fengxian instinctively wanted to chase after him, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Wang Dahai's words struck him like a heavy hammer.

"Seven...the character mark..."

Qiu Fengxian slumped into a chair, utterly dejected, his face ashen.

He suddenly remembered something, and rushed out of the office like a madman, heading towards the still-roaring production workshop.

"Stop! All of you stop! Don't do it! Stop!"

Qiu Fengxian rushed into the workshop and roared at the top of his lungs.

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