In an instant, Qiu Fengxian became the focus of everyone's attention, but in the most humiliating and embarrassing way.
He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his ears were ringing. Zhou Qiqi's voice on the stage and the surrounding discussions became indistinct, but the sharp, piercing gazes were crystal clear.
My blood pressure spiked, and I felt extremely dizzy.
"What are you looking at! What's so interesting!"
He suddenly stood up, roared fiercely but inwardly, trying to hide his panic and embarrassment with a menacing expression.
But his shout only drew more attention.
Several wholesalers from Huacheng immediately recognized him:
"Hey! Isn't this Director Qiu from the Third Garment Factory?"
"Yes, yes, that's him! He specializes in plagiarism and counterfeiting! He uses the cheapest materials!"
"That's right! Last time we bought a batch of goods from him, they were all substandard. When we went to confront him, he refused to admit it!"
"A factory run by someone like that is doomed to fail sooner or later!"
From the crowd, a man with a distinct S City accent also spoke up loudly:
"This isn't the first time he's ruined other factories! He nearly killed the Second Garment Factory with similar methods! Now he's trying to use the same trick on the Third Garment Factory!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
The look in Qiu Fengxian’s eyes instantly changed from curiosity and disdain to utter disgust and anger.
"So this is the kind of black sheep that's causing trouble!"
"Get out! You're not welcome here!"
"Yes! Get out! Don't dirty their place!"
"Get out!"
Someone shouted first, and then a chorus of angry rebukes followed, everyone shouting to beat him, the atmosphere was astonishing!
Qiu Fengxian's face turned from blue to purple, then from purple to black, and he looked utterly disheveled.
He stared intently at the ten stunning and eye-catching new products on the stage, exuding confidence. Then, looking at Zhou Qiqi, who stood there calmly and radiantly, his last shred of hope vanished. He finally understood—
This time, he's done for, completely and utterly!
For so many days, he acted like a clown, dreaming that Zhou Qiqi would come begging to him.
But to my surprise, what they said was true!
She never intended to beg him; instead, she transformed the domestic scraps he despised into gold, turning the rotten into the miraculous!
This effect is even more stunning than the "glossy" effect made with top-quality Australian wool!
Looking at the enthusiastic expressions of the wholesalers and purchasing managers below the stage, he knew it even with his toes.
Zhou Qiqi's new product is sure to be a huge hit!
No, it won't just be a huge sale; it'll probably trigger a buying frenzy!
It's even more popular than the previous Guanghua series!
The First Garment Factory and the "Seven" brand are probably going to become famous and make a lot of money!
Even domestically produced wool fabrics will shine!
And what about him?!
He hoarded so much expensive Australian wool and camel hair, mortgaged the factory, misappropriated all the funds he could, and even shut down the entire factory...
But in the current situation, let alone getting rich, the huge interest and overdue payments alone could completely crush him!
He and his third garment factory are finished!
No! We absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die!
He has to figure out a way.
Qiu Fengxian's mind was in complete chaos, with only one last thought remaining.
He glared fiercely at Zhou Qiqi on the stage, his eyes filled with venom, and squeezed out through gritted teeth, "You...you just wait!"
After saying that, he didn't care about saving face anymore. Amidst shouts of "Get out!", he practically scrambled out of his seat and staggered out of the auditorium of the First Garment Factory like a stray dog.
Once outside, he didn't care about anything else and anxiously looked around. When he saw a newsstand by the roadside, he rushed over as if he had grabbed a lifeline.
His hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped the receiver, and he hurriedly dialed a number.
Now, perhaps only "Brother Hong" can help him out!
The receiver emitted a long "beep-beep" sound, each one feeling exceptionally long.
The phone rang seven or eight times, and just when he was about to despair, it was finally answered.
But the voice that came from the other end wasn't a familiar, languid one; instead, it was a cold, serious voice devoid of any emotion: "Hello, who is this?"
Qiu Fengxian's heart skipped a beat, and he forced himself to say, "I...I'm looking for Brother Hong, oh no, I mean Young Master Hong."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then the cold voice rang out again, "I'm from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection's investigation team. Who are you? What do you want with Wei Hong?"
The Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection?!
Qiu Fengxian was so frightened that his hand trembled violently, and the telephone receiver slammed heavily onto the table with a "thud," making his eardrums ring.
It's over! It's all over!
How could it be the Discipline Inspection Commission?!
Could it be that something happened to Hong Ge? Is he under investigation?
A wave of immense fear gripped him instantly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
If Hong Ge falls, he definitely won't be able to cover up all the things he's done! He'll be finished too!
Embezzlement, malicious competition, loan fraud... any one of these would be enough to get him into serious trouble!
Run! We must run immediately!
He suddenly remembered that there was a bag of cash hidden under the bed at home. It was several thousand yuan that he had stolen from it after his sister-in-law embezzled money from the factory. It was his last savings.
Yes! Grab the money and run!
His mind was in complete turmoil. He thought about his wife who was still at work and his child who was at school. Should he bring them along?
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