Wen Ying's statement was well-reasoned and naturally convincing.
Several students who had doubted Wen Ying before couldn't help but nod their heads.
"Oops, I almost got led astray just now!"
"I believe she can win a literary award, but it's an exaggeration to say she can bring down a company..."
"Her idea is quite good. Let the people of 'Slan' use it themselves to see if the product is allergenic."
These students were just whispering about Wen Ying in front of her, and now they are whispering about Zhao Qian in front of her. They really don’t take sides.
But Zhao Qian was stuck.
This plot is different from what Zhao Dong rehearsed!
Zhao Qian hesitated, her eyes wandering. She wanted to look back several times but forced herself to hold back.
Wen Ying had a guess in her mind and deliberately said loudly: "Why, you don't even dare to use your company's products, how can you guarantee that you won't be allergic?"
Wen Ying bullied Zhao Qian for her lack of education and blatantly switched concepts.
"Who, who said I don't dare..."
Zhao Qian indeed stuttered.
"If you don't dare to use it, forget it. But don't make false accusations against others in the future. Consumers have their own standards for what a product is like. Stop using those crooked ideas and just focus on making a good product!"
Wen Ying's disdainful tone and expression irritated Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian was so angry that she felt dizzy, but at the same time, she was in a dilemma: "Just use it, there's nothing I wouldn't dare to use!"
"good!"
Wen Ying tried hard to suppress her laughter. "Since so many people are watching, I invite you all to bear witness. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you all. This is Zhao Qian, a Chinese American student from our school's School of International Cultural Exchange. One of the Zhao family's ancestors was a Hanlin, very noble. The family went abroad to develop their careers long ago, and by the time of Miss Zhao Qian's generation, they had accumulated a substantial fortune. The Zhao family cares deeply about the development of the motherland. A few years ago, Miss Zhao Qian's brother brought funds back to China for investment, and Miss Zhao Qian also returned with him... I personally have great respect for people like this who have noble ancestors and who, after immigrating, still want to return to build the motherland. I can use your testimony to help Miss Zhao Qian's family clarify the matter!"
Wen Ying's words were sincere.
If Zhao Qian hadn't been the person involved, she would have almost believed Wen Ying's lies.
But Zhao Qian couldn't refute Wen Ying.
Should we argue that the Zhao family’s ancestors were not noble, or that the Zhao family’s investment in China was not for the purpose of building the motherland?
Obviously not!
How could Miss Zhao resist losing her temper and cursing today?
Wen Ying became more and more certain of her guess.
"If Miss Zhao doesn't object, I'll take it as her consent! I won't try to trick Miss Zhao. To avoid confusion later, I'll go buy the products with Miss Zhao now."
Wen Ying did what she said and the onlookers applauded.
At this point, Zhao Qian's own thoughts were not important at all. Wen Ying and a few students accompanied Zhao Qian all the way to the nearest beauty salon from the school.
"Let's go with this one. It looks quite high-end and should sell 'Slan' products."
Wen Ying looked at Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian's mind was in a mess.
With so many eyes staring at her along the way, Zhao Qian didn't even dare to scratch her itchy nose, let alone contact Zhao Dong. Zhao Qian had never experienced such a big event before, and with her experience, she was simply unable to handle such an emergency independently.
But Zhao Qian knew that she couldn’t follow Wen Ying’s rhythm!
Before Zhao Qian could find fault, Wen Ying had already led everyone into the beauty salon.
When Wen Ying came to ask about 'Silan' products, the beauty salon staff thought she was a victim seeking redress and said nervously, "We no longer sell this brand... No, we've never sold it!"
Wen Ying was amused. "I'm not here to defend my rights. I'm really here to buy products. How about this? If you're afraid of being held responsible, I can sign a waiver agreement with you. If a user experiences an allergic reaction to a 'Silan' product, the user won't hold your beauty salon responsible."
Writing agreements is Wen Ying’s forte.
Writing a novel requires thinking about the plot, and writing an agreement is a skill learned over more than ten years in the previous life, and it is a conditioned reflex.
The beauty salon employee was the second one to get stuck.
Selling "Silan" products can easily get you into trouble. If you don't sell them, some people will force you to buy them, and you will have to write a disclaimer agreement - you can still make money without taking any responsibility. Doesn't that sound okay?
While the employee went to call the manager, Wen Ying had already written the waiver agreement.
"Ms. Zhao, please sign."
Wen Yinghua uses money to buy products, but Zhao Qian is the user.
Zhao Qian didn't want to sign, and Wen Ying taunted her with a half-smile: "What's the matter, Miss Zhao, are you not confident in your product? Are you afraid that it will ruin your face?"
Zhao Qian hesitated for a long time before finally coming up with a reason to refuse:
"You found the beauty salon, how do I know if you tampered with the products beforehand?"
The manager of the beauty salon happened to come over.
The beauty salon has been exhausted by consumer rights protection in recent days, and the manager has a lot of complaints about "Silan".
Although he didn't know why Wen Ying and the others were buying the products, the manager subconsciously defended the salon's reputation: "What are you doing? We're a legitimate beauty salon! The products were produced by 'Silan', and we're victims too!"
As he spoke, the manager asked his employees to bring out a large cardboard box.
The seal on the outside of the box has not been removed, and there are many brand new, unopened products inside.
The manager said the beauty salon also wanted to return the goods!
Zhao Qian was suddenly in a dilemma.
Wen Ying put away her smile and said coldly, "Miss Zhao, please stop stalling. You're wealthy, so it doesn't matter if you attend classes or not, but the rest of us still have to go back to class. You said I arranged for the beauty salon to tamper with Silan's products in advance. Did I really know you'd come to stop me? If you don't dare to use it, then don't dare to use it. I will write about what happened today truthfully on my blog, and the public will judge the right and wrong!"
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