Originally, the crowd of people who were selling counterfeit and shoddy clothing had been almost appeased, but suddenly a tough guy showed up.
"Really? Which piece of clothing is it?"
"Come on, everyone, make way for this guy. I want to see if this is our Chinese-made clothing."
Zhang Liting was extremely worried after hearing the voice, and she stopped immediately while finding the gold in her hand.
Ruan Suhe was unusual. She stood up and invited the man to come forward with a smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
"Tsk, I told you guys you're liars, your goal is to deceive us, the people who sell clothes."
The man showed no fear at all. He picked up the clothes in his hand, walked forward through the gap in the crowd, and handed them to Ruan Suhe.
"Just take a good look at the quality of your clothes. They're already unraveling after just a few wears. How can people wear them?"
Ruan Suhe looked in the direction of her finger and saw a big hole in the lining of the clothes under the armpit.
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Ruan Suhe was very calm. She turned the clothes upside down inside and out, and then checked the positions of the Huazhi labels one by one to confirm that the clothes were produced by Huazhi.
However, she did not rush to explain, but looked at the woman standing in front of her again.
The clothes he was wearing were very old, with faint traces of mending visible on them, and his hair was messy, and it was obvious that he had not tidied it up.
Furthermore, his face was dusty and his hands were not clean, which made Ruan Suhe suspicious.
"Lady, do you have the receipt? I want to see when and where you bought this dress."
"Yes, there is a receipt. Look. Didn't you say that if the clothes are from your factory and there are quality problems, you will pay three times the compensation?"
The woman proudly took out the bill from her pocket and handed it to Ruan Suhe.
Ruan Suhe took a look and found that it was indeed a receipt from her factory. The date was not long ago. It seemed that the clothes had been purchased less than a week ago.
She was shocked and worried that there might be something wrong with the quality of the clothes produced by her own factory.
Ruan Suhe was unwilling to accept and did not believe that this was the fact. She continued to check the clothes over and over again carefully, not leaving any loopholes.
"Hey! What's wrong? You don't intend to admit that it's the quality of your clothes? Haha, you Huazhi people just talk nicely~"
Seeing that she didn't find any problems, the woman started to show off, and every sentence she said was an attempt to put a blatant blame on Huazhi.
Ruan Suhe turned the clothes inside out and examined them inch by inch.
"What are you still checking for? There's already a problem, and you don't admit it. Don't believe them. They may not always do what they say. The cash they just gave you may not be real or fake."
The woman became more and more excessive, and her words became more and more outrageous. Because of her loud voice, her face had more and more wrinkles, making her look like rough old bark.
"Hey? Comrade, please don't talk nonsense. If you slander others without any evidence, I can sue you for defamation."
Fang Yanzhou couldn't stand it anymore and responded directly.
"Comrade, we at Huazhi can't take the blame for what you said. After all, it's not a quality issue of our Huazhi clothing."
"Everyone, take a look at the stitching of the hem of this garment. We used the sewing machine to go back and forth twice to make sure there was no possibility of cutting corners in the hem and seams."
"Look, the seam at the armpit of the dress split very suddenly. It was broken out of nowhere. Thanks to my careful inspection, I found that the cut was made by a pair of scissors or a blade."
Ruan Suhe faced the crowd, spread out her clothes, pointed her finger at the scissors, and spoke in a decisive tone.
"What are you talking about? What scissor cut? Where did the scissors come from? This is clearly a split thread! Don't deny it!"
The woman had no intention of giving up and became even more aggressive.
"Comrade, can we be more patient? Can you let me explain the principle behind this?"
After saying this, Ruan Suhe turned around and whispered to Fang Yanzhou to go to the production room to get a piece of cloth for the lining of the clothes and a pair of scissors.
She turned her head back and continued to smile, speaking gently, "Everyone, come and take a look. The opening of this dress is different from the openings we usually wear."
"Generally, when we wear open-necked clothes, the sewing machine lines on the lining are broken open, one ring after another, and the opening of the coil gradually changes from large to small."
Ruan Suhe said, taking off his coat directly, "So, in order to let everyone see the difference more clearly, let me demonstrate."
Then, without giving any explanation, he began to pull at the seams of his sleeves, but even with all his strength he only managed to make the hole where the fabric and the loop connected a little bigger.
At this time, Fang Yanzhou happened to come back with cloth and scissors.
"Fang Yanzhou, come with me and tear this piece apart so that everyone can see what's different."
Then, the scene inexplicably turned into a scene where two people were standing and pulling at clothes.
However, even with the strength of these two people, the dividing line of the clothes remained motionless.
In the end, there was no other way, so Zhang Liting joined Ruan Suhe and continued to pull for more than ten minutes before the clothes opened a little bit.
"I'm sorry, everyone. We've tried our best and only made a small tear, but the difference between the two clothes is already obvious."
"Look, the opening of the dress we tore open changes from large to small, which is a normal phenomenon."
"The threads of this lesbian's clothes have obviously been torn open, and the smooth edges of the cuts show that they were cut with scissors."
While analyzing, Ruan Suhe used scissors to cut the cloth that Fang Yanzhou brought as a demonstration.
"It's not what you said! It's a crack! It's a crack! Stop talking nonsense!"
The female comrade didn't realize that her conspiracy was so easily exposed. She was a little flustered, but still refused to admit it.
"Huh? Aren't you the woman who lies at the intersection and blackmails drivers?"
Suddenly someone in the crowd recognized the woman who was looking for trouble and accurately pointed out the "bad things" she often did.
"! It's not me! You've got the wrong person!" The woman began to hurriedly pull her hair over her face, trying to cover it up.
"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered. Was she the one who rushed out of the alley and lay on the road every time a car passed by at the intersection, pretending to be hit and extorting money?"
"It's her, it's her. She blackmails several car owners every day. This woman is rumored to be a motor vehicle killer!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's her, then it's okay, it's definitely fake, she just wants to extort money!"
"Go away, go away, you're wasting our time! Get out of here!"
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