Song Xiaohong was anxious and kept urging the customer who was counting: "It's really a hundred bottles! The quantity is enough. I went to the old lady of the Qian family to order the goods yesterday. She made them on an expedited basis. You see there are so many people here now, why don't you take it home and check it slowly?"

She was busy at home all day today, and finally made a hundred bottles of chili sauce with a lot of ingredients, and her hands were burned by the splashing oil. As soon as she finished, she hurriedly carried the box to the night market. But why is this man so slow! He looked at them one by one and ordered them bottle by bottle!

"That's enough! If you find any problems, just bring them in for exchange. The old lady from the Qian family is very famous in this compound. Just ask her and you'll know!"

Song Xiaohong hurriedly took the remaining money and left. She would sell the night market stall in a few days and use the capital to do some business in the morning market. Even if customers found something wrong, they would go to Qian Mu and not her.

The customer with glasses said without any impatience: "Excuse me, I am planning to take these things back to Shanghai. I will be boarding the train soon. If I don't check them now, it will be difficult to clean up if they are broken on the way."

Song Xiaohong could only watch anxiously as the man checked over and over again, and even took out a suitcase to put it in. She was furious and couldn't help but secretly cursed the man for being mentally ill.

Who would put hot pepper sauce in such a nice suitcase? And he bought 100 bottles at a time. He is a fool with lots of money and troubles.

Under the guidance of Qian Qing and Zhou Hao, Qian's mother now understood the situation clearly.

She was very familiar with Song Xiaohong's face! Years ago, when she was selling hot and sour noodles at a stall here, she occasionally ran into Song Xiaohong when she was closing the stall. She always looked sour. Sometimes she would come to the crowd queuing here to solicit customers, saying that her noodles were expensive, a rip-off, and not filling.

Qian's mother didn't want to argue with her before. After all, she couldn't set up the stall for long, and she did steal some of the other party's business, so it was understandable that the other party said something sour.

But how long has it been?! She had only been setting up the stall for less than half a month, and later she even wrote down the recipe. This person didn't run his own business properly, but instead came to counterfeit her chili sauce!

Qian's mother was furious and rushed directly to Song Xiaohong, scaring the already anxious Song Xiaohong into breaking into a cold sweat.

Song Xiaohong's voice changed: "Qian...Aunt Qian, you, you, you, come and set up a stall too..."

Mother Qian sneered and pointed at the two baskets of chili sauce on the ground: "Yeah, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known when you started the chili sauce business?"

Song Xiaohong cursed inwardly that it was bad luck. The man had already counted the money and was about to pay her. Why did she have to meet Qian's mother?

Song Xiaohong was now anxious and embarrassed, but she pretended to be stupid: "Aunt Qian, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

As he tried to get back the few hundred dollars he hadn't gotten, he quickly said to the customer next to him, "Have you ordered? Please leave now. I have something to do at home."

Qian's mother just questioned why she was also making chili sauce. Maybe...what if...maybe...she didn't know that she was using her reputation?

Holding on to a one in a million chance, Song Xiaohong racked her brains to think of how to get away with this matter.

Mother Qian did not do as she wished. She picked up a bottle of chili sauce made by Song Xiaohong on the ground, opened the lid and took a smell.

My anger immediately reached a new level!

What is this for? This is not a matter of damaging her reputation! The water content of the chili peppers has not been sorted out, and they will go bad in less than half a month.

If someone buys this kind of thing and it's not what they ordered, it's a small matter! What if there's something wrong when you eat it?

Qian's mother threw the chili sauce in front of Song Xiaohong and said, "Is this the chili sauce you made?!"

In front of the customer, Song Xiaohong was in a dilemma whether to admit it or not. If she admitted that she made it, then Qian's mother would have no standing to accuse her, after all, she was allowed to make chili sauce, so why not others? But if she didn't admit it, the customer would come to her to ask for an explanation, because she was selling the chili sauce under Qian's mother's name!

Song Xiaohong's face changed again and again. Some people around smelled the tense atmosphere in this corner of the night market and began to move over here. Zhou Hao stood behind his mother-in-law, and neither he nor Qian Qing came forward. They were thinking the same thing.

Let Mother Qian vent her anger first.

Qian's mother has strict requirements for her cooking skills. Normally, even when she is frying cabbage, she must have onions, ginger, garlic and chili peppers. She is unwilling to turn on the fire if one of them is missing. Now that someone has imitated her to the point of being furious, the smell just now has added fuel to the fire and her anger has doubled. It can be seen that Comrade Song Xiaohong not only imitated, but also imitated far below the standard.

Seeing that Song Xiaohong was speechless, Qian's mother simply put the chili sauce on the ground and said angrily, "The chili used is chili peppers, fried in a pan with oil, but water was added in the middle. The peanuts smelled burnt, and the soybeans inside were not processed properly, not fermented or ground... How dare you sell this kind of thing?!"

The customer in glasses who was watching from the side when Qian's mother appeared just now was stunned. How could Qian's mother smell so much? Looking at Song Xiaohong again, her face was already unbearable after being confronted by Qian's mother. The customer was also thoughtful. Just now, I heard this woman ask this elderly woman to call Aunt Qian? Could it be...

Song Xiaohong no longer hesitated, because she still had to live in the oil field! If she admitted that she was using Qian Mu's reputation to do business, she could imagine what kind of situation her family would end up in!

"Auntie, what you said is true. Isn't the chili sauce I made not as good as yours? I made it for myself and someone happened to want to buy it. Even if I stole your business, you can't slander me like this."

Song Xiaohong had come to her senses by now. After all, this customer was not from the oil field, so she insisted that she had never promised to buy Qianmu's chili sauce for him, and said from the beginning that it was her own chili sauce. This way, even if Qianmu was looking for trouble, she would have no position.

"Auntie, your chili sauce sells well, but the chili sauce I make is not bad either. What law in the world says that if you make it, I can't? As for whether anyone buys what I make, that's none of your business."

Seeing more and more people gathering around her, Song Xiaohong insisted that the chili sauce she made had nothing to do with Qian's mother. It was Qian's mother who was too overbearing. She made it herself and didn't let others make it.

The guest who had been watching the show next to him finally spoke up. Did Song Xiaohong think he was a soft persimmon by changing her words so confidently? It was clearly agreed before that she was the sole distributor of Qian's mother's chili sauce, so it could only be determined from her side. Why did she say now that she made it herself?

"Comrade, you didn't say that before. You told me that you were responsible for delivering the Qian's chili sauce. I went to their store alone but they refused to sell it to me. I was in a hurry to leave and didn't have time to ask any more questions, so I placed an order with you. I also gave you a deposit of 100 yuan. How can you say that you made it now?"

Song Xiaohong insisted: "You heard me wrong, I never said that, I always said that this is the chili sauce I made myself!"

Anyway, this man is a foreigner, who can testify for him?

The customer with glasses was angry: "If you told me in advance that you made it yourself, I wouldn't pay a hundred dollars! Where can you buy chili sauce? I'm after the reputation of Qian's chili sauce! You impersonated someone else's chili sauce and cheated me of my money and time. I want to find you as my leader!"

At this time, it was not a serious matter to call the leader. Although Song Xiaohong was not an employee of the second factory, but a family member, she was still frightened by the words. She forced herself to be brave: "Who said I was an impersonator? You came to my stall and tasted the chili sauce I made and thought it was delicious, so you placed an order for 100 bottles from me. Now you just don't want to pay me the remaining payment! That's why you deliberately slandered me!"

The man with glasses was so angry that he was speechless. He had never seen such a blatant rogue in all these years: "You!"

Qian Qing sneered. She had underestimated Song Xiaohong before. In her dreams, she had seen Song Xiaohong following Wan Zhenzhen and shouting and waving flags many times. But Qian Qing felt that Wan Zhenzhen was the only culprit. Moreover, she herself couldn't help but lose control of herself in her dreams. Who could say that those people involved were not affected?

So, apart from the confrontation with Wan Zhenzhen, she didn't care about Song Xiaohong. Now it seems that this person is indeed in the same league with Wan Zhenzhen, and their shamelessness is just as great.

"You think your chili sauce will attract people to buy it? Well, there are quite a few people here. Let's open a bottle of my mom's chili sauce and yours. Let everyone try it! Let's see if your chili sauce is worth the hundreds of dollars people spend on it!"

Qian Qing couldn't possibly let Song Xiaohong evade the question. If she succeeded in fooling her this time, the matter would become a confusing case that no one could explain.

Since the customer's words weren't enough to kill her, then the taste would be fine, right?

Seeing how angry Qian's mother was just now was enough to show how bad the fake chili sauce Song Xiaohong made was. Is there really anyone who would spend four dollars and fifty cents to buy such a bad thing?

The customer wearing glasses immediately became excited: "Let me try it!"

He was just too careless. He only focused on counting and didn't open a bottle to taste it. If the real owner hadn't come to expose the counterfeiting today, he would have wasted hundreds of dollars to buy a bunch of junk!

Song Xiaohong's heart was about to jump out, and the whole person was visibly panicked: "I don't want it! Who knows if you will deliberately say that my cooking is not delicious! Aren't you just coveting my success in business and deliberately trying to ruin me? It's okay if I don't sell it? You have a leader in your family, I can't afford to offend him, but can I avoid him?"

As he said this, he was about to pick up the chili sauce on the ground, with an expression as if he had admitted defeat.

Qian Qing grabbed Song Xiaohong and winked at Zhou Hao. If they didn't make things clear today, Song Xiaohong would probably use her mouth to make their family worthless.

What about having a leader, what about having eyes on her, what about being unable to provoke or avoid him, she even implied that Zhou Hao was involved in the conversation.

"Don't panic. There are so many people around. There's enough chili sauce in a bottle. It's enough for everyone on the street to have a taste. We can talk about right and wrong after we see what's right."

Song Xiaohong was held by Qian Qing. She watched Zhou Hao pick up an unopened bottle of chili sauce, take out a pen from his pocket, borrow a piece of straw paper used to wrap cakes from the stall next to him, split it into two, wrote whose name the bottle belonged to on each, opened the lid separately from Qian's mother's chili sauce, and put the note under the bottle.

Qian's mother was so angry that she couldn't speak, but now she felt her daughter's words made sense. She went to the salt stall and got a few cakes. The owner of the salt stall generously gave her a dozen pairs of chopsticks. He helped her cut the cakes into small pieces and found two plates to put them on.

The people around who were originally watching the show each had their own views and were discussing the matter very enthusiastically. When they saw that there was food, they became even more excited.

"Let me taste it! Let me taste it!"

"Hmm...what kind of chili sauce is this? It smells like burnt food!"

"Why don't you try this one instead? It smells better!"

"...Song Xiaohong's chili sauce is not as good as mine!"

"I originally thought that what she did was pretty much the same, but now it seems... she was fortunately exposed."

"... Can this kind of stuff make people buy a hundred bottles after just one try? Even the dumbest person wouldn't throw money into the water!"

"It's really unscrupulous to do business this way..."

"I don't know how many times this has happened before. Isn't this just cheating people?"

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Amid the discussions among the crowd, Song Xiaohong's face turned gradually paler.

It's all over...