Three or five people, hands on hips, spitting as they talked, made a racket, attracting workers from several nearby factories to peek and watch the commotion. The factory gate was in a noisy and chaotic state for a while.
This time, however, the entire First Garment Factory was no longer in a state of panic.
Zhou Qiqi remained calm and composed, Zhang Guoqiang's face was no longer worried, and the workers went about their business as usual, with an indescribable sense of ease from top to bottom.
Zhou Qiqi spread the list of wholesalers that Zhang Guoqiang had signed on the table, pointed with her finger, and specifically picked out the three who were making the most noise. With a calm expression, she gave them her instructions.
"Director Zhang, you should ask around among your old acquaintances in Huacheng. These three companies definitely have some dirty secrets."
Zhang Guoqiang quickly went to inquire, and sure enough, the message was quickly relayed back.
These three companies used to be regular customers of the Third Garment Factory, specializing in buying Qiu Fengxian's cheap, copied and counterfeit goods. They even helped Qiu Fengxian steal patterns from other companies, so they were practically inseparable.
Zhou Qiqi sneered, picked up a pen, and "swish" signed her name on the refund application forms of the three companies. Her handwriting was delicate, but her strength was penetrating the paper.
"They're making a fuss about getting their deposit back, right? Fine, let them have it! Return every single penny of their deposit!"
Zhang Guoqiang was taken aback: "Huh? You're really withdrawing?"
That's all money!
Zhou Qiqi nodded, paused, and lightly brushed her fingers across the book "Economic Contract Law" on the table. A sharp and decisive smile curved her lips, and her voice was clear yet full of pride.
"No! We should follow the law and refund double the deposit to them!"
"Double?!"
Zhang Guoqiang almost bit his tongue, his eyes wide with shock.
"Yes, double!"
Zhou Qiqi was resolute.
"We have the money! Throw the remittance slip in their faces and see what excuse they have left to cause trouble at the factory gate!"
This move was swift and ruthless, completely catching everyone off guard.
The first ones to be confused were those three wholesalers.
I had just received the refund notification and before I could even react, the bank transfer slip arrived, with the double amount clearly written on it!
The group of people, clutching the forms, looked at each other, their minds buzzing, each feeling that something was amiss.
This week, Qiqi is completely unpredictable!
He quickly grabbed the phone and dialed Qiu Fengxian's number.
Qiu Fengxian was also taken aback when he received the call.
He never expected that Zhou Qiqi would be so stubborn!
They'd rather spend money to get double the deposit back than lower themselves to beg him for a single kind word.
That temper is so stubborn!
But after a moment of stunned silence, Qiu Fengxian's mouth stretched to his ears, and he almost burst out laughing.
Okay! Okay!
Zhou Qiqi has started to refund deposits, which proves that she is desperate and unable to deliver the goods.
They've run out of ideas!
"Hahaha, that little yellow-haired girl is just a little yellow-haired girl, she can't keep her composure and has no experience at all!"
Qiu Fengxian leisurely swirled his teacup, secretly pleased with himself.
After three suppliers withdrew, how will the other suppliers react when they find out?
They'll definitely panic and flock to demand refunds!
Can the First Garment Factory withstand such losses?
When the cash flow dries up, and he can't pay wages or buy raw materials, what other option will Zhou Qiqi have but to cry and beg him?
He could almost picture Zhou Qiqi humbling herself, tears streaming down her face, as she begged him for mercy.
At that time...
Qiu Fengxian narrowed his eyes, a lewd glint flashing in his turbid eyes.
Perhaps... we could give her a tiny bit of a discount, considering how pitiful she is?
After all, that young woman had a truly alluring figure, with a curvaceous bust and buttocks, and the way she swayed her hips when she walked...
Tsk, what a pity, it's already someone else's worn-out shoe.
I heard her husband is a soldier?
He didn't know much about this, but subconsciously he felt that the other party didn't seem to have much ability, probably just a minor official like a squad leader or platoon leader.
If someone were a high-ranking official at the battalion or regimental level, would they allow their beautiful young wife to go out and do business?
How embarrassing!
Qiu Fengxian didn't take these small karaomis seriously at all.
He's backed by Brother Hong!
That's the grandson of a big shot in the province; he's deeply entrenched and has a lot of influence!
Crushing a junior officer is as easy as crushing an ant.
With this powerful figure protecting him, who does Qiu Fengxian need to fear in a small place like S City?
He could almost see Zhou Qiqi kneeling and begging for mercy, and his filthy thoughts burned even brighter as he waited to see the First Garment Factory completely collapse.
Qiu's cousins continued to embellish the story, spreading it far and wide, as if they wanted to stand on the top of the department store with a megaphone and shout it to everyone, so that everyone would know that the First Garment Factory couldn't hold on and had started losing money.
The effect was naturally immediate.
It wasn't just those who came specifically to cause trouble; other wholesalers who had signed contracts and purchasing agents from department stores also couldn't sit still, and they kept calling to ask what was going on.
Hearing the death knell ringing repeatedly, Zhang Guoqiang broke out in a cold sweat again, his heart pounding. He quickly went to Zhou Qiqi for advice.
"Qiqi, this...this time a whole bunch of people are asking for their deposits back. Should we...should we give them double the amount back?"
He rubbed his hands together, calculating the staggering amount of compensation in his mind, his tongue almost tied in knots.
Zhou Qiqi was gesturing to a freshly dyed piece of clothing when she heard this. She looked up, glanced at him as if he were an idiot, and said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Double the refund? Director Zhang, do you think our factory is a money printing plant? I contracted the production line to sew clothes, not to print money! The money we have left in the account isn't enough to cover that much loss!"
These blunt truths left Zhang Guoqiang speechless, his face flushing red. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly and chuckled dryly.
"I...I was just panicking, wasn't I? So...what should we do? How about I send them a few of the sample garments we just finished? I guarantee they'll be stunned when they see them! They definitely won't complain about getting their deposit back!"
"No, we can't do that."
Zhou Qiqi put down the piece of clothing and answered crisply, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“Sending a sample garment is too basic, too ordinary, too boring. We’ve suffered so much, endured so much humiliation, and finally made it through. How can we just quietly send out our good stuff? It has no class at all!”
She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the freshly dyed fabrics fluttering in the wind on the drying ground outside. Under the sunlight, the fabrics flowed with varying shades of ink, like living ink paintings.
His eyes gleamed, carrying a sharpness and confidence honed through experience, and he spoke loudly.
"Those were just minor skirmishes before, but now it's time to get serious. We have to make a big splash and give Qiu Fengxian a good slap in the face!"
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