“I didn’t,” Wen Qing said.
"Who is it if you don't have it?" Zhang Xiuying asked. "It's exactly the same as the clothes you made!"
"I have no idea."
“How could you not know? You don’t know who you sold the clothes from your shop to?” Zhang Xiuying asked.
Wen Qing gradually regained her composure and said calmly, "So far, we haven't sold more than a hundred double-breasted wool coats."
Zhang Xiuying was taken aback: "You mean?"
Wen Qing: "The clothes on Nanzhou Pedestrian Street are not from Feng Qing."
"so?"
"So they are counterfeit."
"What should we do then?" Zhang Xiuying asked anxiously.
Wen Qing replied frankly, "I don't know yet."
“You don’t know…” When Wen Qing said she didn’t know, Zhang Xiuying felt like the sky was about to fall. Just then, someone on Zhang Xiuying’s side started shouting to buy clothes. Zhang Xiuying hurriedly responded and said to Wen Qing, “Wen Qing, let me tell you, this can’t just end like this. You have to think of a way. How can we let people bully us like this? If you need help, just tell me, and I’ll help you! Okay, I don’t know what you’ve said. I’m going to go sell clothes now.”
"Okay, thank you, Sister Zhang." Wen Qing hung up the phone and stood beside it.
"Wen Qing, what's wrong?" Aunt Xiao asked when she noticed Wen Qing's pale face.
Wen Qing snapped out of her daze and asked Aunt Xiao, "Where's Bao Hong?"
Bao Hong was just returning from outside, beaming with joy.
Aunt Xiao quickly called out, "Bao Hong, come here quickly, Wen Qing is calling you."
Bao Hong responded and ran over with a grin: "Sister Wen Qing, you called me? What's up?"
Wen Qing glanced at the deserted tailor shop across the street, then asked Bao Hong, "Did they come here to buy a double-breasted wool coat?" It was more of a statement than a question to Bao Hong.
Bao Hong nodded: "Yes, I bought them, I bought twenty."
Wen Qing remained silent.
"What's wrong?" Aunt Xiao asked.
"Sister Wenqing, can't we sell to them?" Bao Hong felt guilty when she sensed something was wrong. "Didn't you say last time that if they kept buying, we would keep selling?"
Aunt Xiao didn't understand the situation. She looked at Wen Qing and then at Bao Hong. Wen Qing's expression was calm, while Bao Hong looked aggrieved.
"What's going on, Wen Qing?" Aunt Xiao asked, puzzled.
“Baohong, it’s alright. You did nothing wrong. What’s meant to happen will happen.” Wen Qing looked at Aunt Xiao and said, “Zhang Fangfang opened a shop on the pedestrian street in Nanzhou City, which specializes in selling Feng Qing’s clothes.”
"What?" Aunt Xiao exclaimed in astonishment.
Bao Hong was taken aback, then said, "She only bought a little over a hundred sets of clothes from us. Once they're sold out, everything will be fine."
Wen Qing shook her head: "Bao Hong, you're wrong. We have tailors, and so does she."
Aunt Xiao was stunned, and slowly looked at Wen Qing and said, "You mean, she's copying our clothes?"
“Yes,” Wen Qing said.
“How could she do this? Those are our clothes, our hard work!” Bao Hong said.
Aunt Xiao was so shocked she couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, she asked, "Then why did she buy our clothes...?"
"It's for experiments," Wen Qing said, adding that there might be other uses for it, but she didn't mention them.
What kind of experiment?
"Take it apart, put the clothes back together, sew them back together, let the tailors see it several times, and then make a copy. With fifty pieces of clothing, even the clumsiest tailor can make an exact replica by taking the clothes apart and making them again." Wen Qing's gaze immediately turned cold.
Aunt Xiao was so shocked by this that she couldn't speak.
"That's despicable!" Bao Hong said through gritted teeth.
"Wenqing, what should we do?" Aunt Xiao said, "She can always turn the tables and say that she made the clothes."
Wen Qing pondered for a moment and said, "Aunt Xiao, don't worry, we'll do our thing. The Da Mo store will remain open as usual. Let's ignore her for now."
“How can we ignore her? She’s making money off our clothes! She’s a terrible person!” Bao Hong scolded angrily.
Aunt Xiao stared blankly at Wen Qing. How could Wen Qing have endured so many hardships in her business? It even made Aunt Xiao feel a little sorry for her: "Wen Qing..."
"It's alright," Wen Qing smiled.
"How can nothing be wrong? This will affect our business." Aunt Xiao thought Wen Qing was just putting on a brave face.
Wen Qing smiled genuinely this time: "Aunt Xiao, it's better to have an impact than no impact at all."
How so?
Wen Qing looked at Aunt Xiao and said, "Aunt Xiao, don't worry, let's do our job first, and then give them a taste of their own medicine."
Aunt Xiao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Wen Qing turned around and made a phone call to Zhang Xiuying.
Zhang Xiuying listened attentively to Wen Qing's words, and then made a deal: "Then you have to let me sell every single piece of clothing you make in the future."
Wen Qing smiled and said, "No problem."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qing sat down at the sewing machine, took out a special fabric from the cloth bag, and started sewing. After finishing, she took out the bag that Feng Qing had made clothes from, put two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes into the bag, attached a stack of drawings, and then carried it out.
"Sister Wenqing, where are you going?" Baohong asked.
Wen Qing replied, "I'm going to the post office to mail something."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No need, I can manage by myself," Wen Qing smiled.
Watching Wen Qing leave, Bao Hong asked, "Aunt Xiao, what is Sister Wen Qing sending that she insists on sending personally?"
"I don't know either." Aunt Xiao sighed with a worried look on her face. She was worried about what Zhang Fangfang had done. Zhang Fangfang was too bad. What was Wen Qing going to do?
Aunt Xiao was so anxious that her lips were blistered, but Wen Qing was unhurried. She went to the post office, filled out a form according to the address she had noted down, and handed it to the postman. After returning home, she continued to make clothes as usual, preparing for the opening of Feng Qing Clothing Store in Damo Plaza, Nanzhou City.
It wasn't until a week later that Fengqing Clothing Store was ready to open, while in the meantime, Zhang Fangfang's Sufang Clothing Store was doing exceptionally well, and even its reputation was extremely good.
The clothes are new in style, with bold designs that are also easy to accept.
Everyone was talking about Su Fang's clothing store.
"The clothes in Su Fang's shop are so beautiful!"
"My cousin bought two sets!"
"I bought a set too, and it's very comfortable to wear."
"..."
Wen Qing chose this time to open the Feng Qing clothing store.
The opening of "Fengqing Clothing" was completely different from that of "Fengqing Garment Factory". The opening of Fengqing Garment Factory was extremely grand, making it known to everyone in the county. However, the opening of "Fengqing Clothing" was extremely low-key. Wen Qing didn't even invite Tang Quan. The captain of the second team of Shuiwan Village transported the clothes to Fengqing Clothing Store in Damo Square, set off a few strings of firecrackers, and that was it.
"Wen Qing, isn't our clothing store a bit too shabby for its opening?" Aunt Xiao asked.
“Yes, it was so lively when our clothing store opened last time, but this time it’s just us.” Bao Hong complained slightly.
Wen Qing smiled: "Is Bao Hong worried that there's too much work and she won't be able to handle it all?"
“How could I worry about having too much work and not being able to handle it? I wish there was work to keep me busy to death!” Bao Hong said with a hint of anger.
Wen Qing still smiled and said, "Bao Hong, don't worry, you'll be busy to death in a little while."
As soon as Wen Qing finished speaking, Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong were both surprised. They both knew that Wen Qing never made empty promises; once she spoke, there was always a chance that it would come true. No, once Wen Qing spoke, it would definitely come true. The two looked at Wen Qing and asked, "Will you be busy?"
"Yes." Wen Qing nodded.
"Really?" Aunt Xiao asked.
Wen Qing nodded again: "Although we may feel a little aggrieved from being so busy, we will keep working hard, and things will develop in a positive direction."
"Feeling wronged? What wronged?" Bao Hong asked.
“You’ll see soon enough,” Wen Qing said. “While we’re free now, let’s organize all the clothes, hang them on the wooden rack, and then put the rack outside the shop.”
"Why put it outside the shop?" Aunt Xiao asked.
"To make Fengqing Clothing Store more easily visible to more people," Wen Qing said.
Then Wen Qing, Aunt Xiao, and Bao Hong used wooden hangers to support the white polyester shirt, plain trousers, khaki high-waisted wide-leg trousers, and double-breasted wool coat, and hung them outside the shop.
In the past week, Wen Qing has added several more outfits to the collection she designed before. The colors are no longer limited to black, white, gray, and khaki, but also include red, blue, green, and light red, which look extremely nice when hung outside the door.
After hanging it up, Wen Qing walked into the shop and said to Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong, "Okay, let's wait here."
"Wait? Wait for what?" Aunt Xiao asked.
"Waiting for someone to come and buy clothes."
"Sister Wenqing, will anyone really come to buy it?" Baohong asked.
Wen Qing suddenly laughed, looking exceptionally beautiful, and said to Bao Hong, "Of course people will come to buy. Have you forgotten the customers that Zhang Fangfang paved the way for us? They are all people who will spend money to buy clothes."
“But, Sister Wenqing, those clients all belong to her,” Bao Hong said.
Wen Qing retorted, "Who said that?"
Bao Hong didn't know how to answer that question.
“Those are clearly our customers.” As soon as Wen Qing finished speaking, the voices of several young girls came from outside the store. They were actually about the same age as Bao Hong and Wen Qing.
Several young girls walked to the wooden shelves outside the shop, tugged at the clothes, looked at the storefront, and said, "Fengqing Clothing Store, this is it. The clothes here are exactly the same as those in Sufang Clothing Store."
"Yes, it's the same."
"No, there are also light red double-breasted wool coats here."
"..."
The girls were discussing it.
Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong were taken aback. Just now, only passersby glanced at the store and no one was willing to stop. How could a few young girls suddenly run over, talking about Fengqing Clothing Store and Sufang Clothing Store?
Aunt Xiao and Bao Hong were extremely surprised and couldn't help but turn to look at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing said calmly, "Bao Hong, you're busy now. Remember, the price should be one yuan cheaper than Su Fang's clothing store."
"Why, Sister Wenqing?" Baohong asked.
"Do as I say, go and greet the client first, and I'll explain it to you later."
No sooner had Wen Qing finished speaking than two more customers arrived in front of the wooden shelf outside the shop.
Bao Hong quickly stepped forward with a big smile and greeted them: "Hello, hello, see if there's anything you like. They're all new clothes for the season. You can try them on if you see anything you like."
Aunt Xiao, who was working in the shop, looked at Wen Qing with a puzzled expression and asked, "Wen Qing, why are there suddenly so many more customers here?"
“Because of Zhang Fangfang,” Wen Qing said.
Aunt Xiao asked, puzzled, "Her?"
"Yes, it's her."
Before Aunt Xiao could ask any more questions, someone outside the shop shouted, "This is the place! This is the place! The clothes are exactly the same as those in Su Fang's clothing store!"
"It's even cheaper by a dollar cent."
"This one even comes in bright red! I love it!"
Are the materials the same?
"They're the same!"
"..."
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