When Jiang Rou came to work, she saw a group of people surrounding the stall and thought that the pants were selling so well that people wanted to buy bell-bottoms!
"Everyone, don't worry, I'll get you the pants right away." She smiled as she opened the shop door.
To her surprise, as soon as she squeezed into the crowd, several pairs of bell-bottoms were thrown at her face and body.
"Your jeans faded and ruined all my perfectly good clothes. You have to pay for my clothes."
"You're selling me defective pants that cost eighty yuan? Have you lost your conscience?"
Jiang Rou was stunned. She picked up a pair of bell-bottoms and placed them in the book to examine them closely. She discovered that the crotch seam of the pants was ripped, and the entire pair of pants had become very hazy after being washed, indicating that the color had faded significantly.
She never expected the pants to be of such poor quality.
That's not right. Before she went to buy the goods, she had carefully observed the shop next door for a long time. They had sold so many items, and not a single one had been returned.
I've only sold about thirty items in the last two days, so why are there so many requests for returns?
"Are you kidding me? All the pants I sell are good quality. Don't try to cause me trouble with these defective products!"
She didn't want to admit it.
The shop next door also sells bell-bottoms, so why can't they be the ones selling them?
Those young girls weren't going to take it lying down either; they pulled out the receipts they'd received and yelled at her:
"Take a look for yourself. Is it what you sold? If you don't admit it, I'll tear your shop down."
Eighty yuan is two months' salary for them; they can't just let themselves be taken advantage of like this.
Seeing the anger in their eyes, Jiang Rou deflated like a punctured balloon.
"Alright, I'll give you a refund!"
She started returning the goods one by one according to the receipts that had been issued.
The money, which I hadn't even had a chance to enjoy, was all returned.
Several girls couldn't find their tickets, and she refused to give them refunds, even making threats:
"If you can't produce a receipt, how can I prove that the pants came from my store? There's more than one store in the whole market selling them. Trying to take advantage of me by selling a pair of torn pants, you've got some nerve."
As she spoke, she glanced at the room next door.
Hmph, she only sells retail, so the feedback is faster.
In a couple of days, those who bought wholesale from next door will come and cause trouble.
However, before anyone could cause trouble, the girls she had insulted brought the police with them.
When Jiang Rou faced the police, she said the same thing again.
"The neighbor next door also sells them, but there's no proof. Why are you saying I sold them?"
The police, adhering to the principle of seeking truth from facts, spoke with Gao Baoliang.
Gao Baoliang denied it outright, "Officer, please investigate this further. I did buy the pants from the Moon Garment Factory at first, but I returned them after I found out there was a problem with them."
The police officer frowned: "The Moon Garment Factory is an illegal factory. We shut it down yesterday, and everyone inside has fled. We are still investigating the situation!"
Gao Baoliang pretended to be scared and patted his chest:
"Luckily, I returned the goods."
Jiang Rou, standing beside her, turned deathly pale, swayed, and collapsed to the ground.
Her five thousand yuan!
I was originally thinking of returning it!
They were an illegal factory to begin with, and now that everyone's run away, who can we ask for a refund?
"Officer, you have to help me! I bought five thousand yuan worth of goods from there, but because they're all defective, I can't sell them. You absolutely have to help me get my money back!"
The police officer registered her information while offering words of comfort:
"Okay, we'll definitely do our best to investigate. However, the chances of getting the money back are very slim. Be prepared to suffer a loss!"
"By the way, you should return the money to these people. If you don't, we won't be responsible for anything that happens."
Jiang Rou was truly on the verge of tears.
The police officer's words filled her with despair.
I finally made a little money, and then lost it all.
After finishing dealing with the shop's affairs, she angrily went to the billiard hall to settle accounts with Ah Yong.
Ah Yong said innocently, "Sister, you begged me to tell you, how can you blame me!"
As he spoke, he suddenly realized something: he too had been set up by Gao Baoliang.
"Damn it, I lost my job because of you."
Ah Yong's back was covered in cold sweat.
Sure enough, the next day, Gao Baoliang gave him 500 yuan as severance pay, telling him he no longer needed to work.
Gao Baoliang would rather work harder to train a new person again.
The new recruits only start with a salary of fifty yuan, much cheaper than Ah Yong's.
Ah Yong was unwilling to accept losing his job, so he asked Jiang Rou to take him in and continue to pay him 100 yuan a month.
Jiang Rou thought to herself that she really needed someone to run errands, so she might as well use him.
However, ever since then, none of those factories have recognized the goods that Ah Yong went to pick up.
Jiang Rou suddenly lost all her supply channels.
For a time, her business came to a standstill.
When Gao Baoliang mentioned this incident during a meal with everyone, it immediately amused them all.
"Wife, how do you know they'll walk right into the trap?" Lin Chen asked Jiang Ning gently.
Jiang Ning put down her chopsticks and said, "Jiang Rou has had conjunctivitis since she was a child. How could she not feel ashamed when she saw that we made tens of yuan for a pair of pants?"
She was lucky she hadn't sold the pants wholesale, otherwise she would have been taken to the police station as an accomplice of the illegal factory.
Gao Baoliang thought about it and realized it really made sense. Throughout the whole process, he was creating the illusion that the bell-bottoms were selling very well, and she easily fell for it.
In fact, those who came to buy were all shills he hired.
As for Ah Yong, he deserved to be fired. Giving him an extra 500 yuan is a way to keep quiet.
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