This time, the president did not give up on the offline business for the sake of profit, and called her immediately to tell her.
But even if we catch them now, it’s useless, because buying duck down is not a crime.
At that time, it will be nothing more than tearing each other apart, which will not solve the current problem of plagiarism at all.
"It doesn't matter!" Jiang Manyue quickly thought of something: "Since they want this duck down."
"Then just sell them all at a high price, and don't let them suspect that I agreed."
"What?" The president didn't understand why, but since the buyer said so, he didn't ask any more questions.
"Well, since you said so, I'll do as you say."
After hanging up the phone, the president adjusted his expression.
Lin Yazhi and Zhao Chunlei had been waiting outside, anxious to get the duck down.
"What's going on? President, have you guys come to an agreement?"
The president looked embarrassed, but also seemed a little greedy: "Oh, although this is indeed not a decent thing to do."
"But, I think you guys are always more anxious than Comrade Jiang. It must be urgent."
"Since you are so sincere, I will sell you these 30 kilograms of duck down!"
Hearing that he agreed, Lin Yazhi and Zhao Chunlei smiled so much that their ears were stretched.
"Hey, that's great!" He paid 60 yuan directly and got the duck down at double the price.
I left with the duck down, still thinking that I would be able to make more money soon.
He couldn't restrain his greedy face and took it back home without stopping.
He started dreaming about making a lot of money again, which is really disgusting.
Jiang Manyue was extremely calm and didn't care at all about the duck down being stolen.
In the evening, Wang Baozhu returned from town.
Although there is no heavy snow now, the weather is still very wet and cold.
I didn't even get to go home to see my uncle and aunt during the Chinese New Year, but I brought a lot of gifts and New Year's goods with me.
"Sister!" She talked about what happened after she returned home.
"You don't know that the down jackets you designed are selling like crazy in town. There are so many customers every morning when we open the store."
"Ms. Huang and two seamstresses worked all night, but they couldn't catch up with what everyone bought."
"There was really no other way, so we hired two more people temporarily to help out."
Wang Baozhu talked freely, and this was all within her expectations.
After all, it was a new thing that had just become popular, and it was selling like hot cakes not only in the town but also in the provincial capital.
Now even counterfeits have emerged, trying to compete with her for the market.
"Oh, by the way, sister, do you know?" Wang Baozhu suddenly remembered some important gossip.
"Ma Xiangyang's father, Ma Qingxiang, was beaten to death before the New Year."
I was not able to go home this time, and unexpectedly heard something unexpected.
"He was beaten to death?" Jiang Manyue was a little surprised: "What on earth is going on?"
In his previous life, old Bidden was paralyzed on one side of his body and lay in bed for seven years before he died.
Even though he can get up and sit in a wheelchair now, he won't be beaten to death.
"It's this old man who's courting death. Ma Xiaojun stole money just for the sake of it."
"In the end, the money was stolen from a father who was traveling with his child to see a doctor. That was the money for the little girl's medical treatment."
"After being discovered, he grabbed Ma Xiaojun and wouldn't let go. In a fit of desperation, the little bastard said Ma Qingxiang was his."
"The man got angry and picked up a brick and smashed it on his head."
Wang Baozhu shuddered as she spoke of this: "Oh, I heard he was in such a terrible state that his brains were beaten out."
"It is said that the body was left unattended on the main road until the police arrived and took it away."
"Because no one came to claim the body, it was sent to the funeral home and burned directly."
Ma Xiangyang escaped and is nowhere to be found, while Ma Hongxia is still in prison.
As a paralyzed man, he could not take care of himself and had no way to make a living, so he instigated Ma Xiaojun to steal.
As for Ma Xiaojun, he became a homeless child with no one to take care of him, and now no one knows where he has gone.
He deserves this fate, it's all his own fault!
Jiang Manyue didn't care about these people's affairs because she had important things to do tomorrow.
"Baozhu, come with me to catch mice tomorrow morning!"
"Sister! Catch mice?" She was confused: "Isn't catching mice what cats are supposed to do?"
"These rats are not ordinary rats, they are two big thieving rats."
A sneer appeared on the corner of her lips. He stole her ideas and designs and wanted to make a fortune.
It's a dream!
The next day, early morning.
It was just dawn and people going to work had not yet gotten up.
A tricycle was already slowly driving towards the door of the state-owned store.
It was not yet completely light, so I went straight to the back of the store.
Zhao Chunlei and Lin Yazhi covered their faces, so no one knew it was them.
I just thought they were two delivery men with several large packages in their car.
"Beep, beep!" He stood at the back door and knocked gently.
After about ten seconds, the small door was opened.
A middle-aged woman in work clothes immediately opened the door when she saw them.
There was a hint of complaint in his tone: "What's going on today? Why do you have to deliver the goods to the back door so early?"
Zhao Chunlei looked around cautiously, and only spoke slowly after finding that there was no one around.
"I'm pressed for time today, so I'll send it here in advance because I have to go to work soon."
"This time there are 40 pieces in total. I'll give you a commission of 3 yuan per piece."
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