Even her signboard was imitated, and I almost thought I was seeing a copycat version of my own clothing store.
"Why is it her? Bai Wanrou?" Wang Baozhu opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Her family sells a pair of jeans for ten dollars, but she only sells them for five dollars.
The price is deliberately half the price of Jiang Manyue’s, no wonder all the customers are attracted away.
At this time, Bai Wanrou also noticed them and deliberately gave them a provocative smile.
"Hey, isn't this the full moon? Did you come to congratulate me after hearing about my grand opening?"
"Bah! You are so shameless!" Wang Baozhu couldn't hold back and started to curse him in the face.
"Why is your store so similar to our clothing store? Bai Wanrou, you are a plagiarist."
"You copied our opening gift giving event and held it right next to my house on the street."
"You are so shameless that you even want to steal our customers away."
Bai Wanrou looked at her angry expression, and she felt so happy that she covered her mouth and laughed.
"What do you mean by plagiarism? You sisters are really interesting."
"You open your store, I open mine, we're all doing business to make money, why should it bother you?"
"Besides, who said we can't use the same activity? Is this against the law?"
Wang Baozhu was so angry at her that her face turned red. She actually plagiarized so confidently.
Bai Wanrou felt that she was fine again. After all, she was very happy to have made Jiang Manyu feel humiliated.
Seeing that she opened a clothing store and made a lot of money, I was already jealous.
Why could she make money by selling clothes? So she immediately opened a shop specializing in stealing business.
Jiang Manyue looked towards her clothing store. All the goods hanging inside were imported.
No wonder he was able to open his business without much fanfare; not a single piece of clothing was designed or made by him.
Even if you want to imitate, you have to have the ability to do so.
"Boss, your jeans are cheap and good!" Several customers who came to buy clothes praised.
"It's half the price of the clothing store across the street. We'll all sell clothes to your store from now on."
Bai Wanrou was even more proud after being praised like this: "Of course, all the clothes in our store are designed and made by me personally."
"Of course the quality is better than those wholesale clothes. Anyone who buys clothes from me today will get a 20% discount."
"Sister, listen to what she said!" Wang Baozhu could no longer bear it and wanted to tear her apart.
"Those clothes are obviously cheap goods imported from the provincial capital, how can they be considered designed and made by her?"
"She can't even hold a needle and sew properly, how dare she brag and blame others here?"
Jiang Manyue has seen malicious competition before. Any good thing will be copied.
This is common in market competition, but Bai Wanrou was targeting her on purpose.
Where did she get the money to open a clothing store? The rent and purchase of goods cost at least two thousand yuan.
Ma Xiangyang was almost so poor that he had to beg for food, so how could he have money to give her?
"It's okay!" Jiang Manyue was very calm and was not affected at all.
Taking Wang Baozhu away, there is no such thing as design copyright these days.
Even if someone is plagiarized, there is nowhere to sue. I have seen many such things in the future.
"Sister!" Wang Baozhu returned to the store, stomping her feet in anger and cursing her ancestors.
Jiang Manyue calmly asked: "Baozhu, what do you think of the quality of our clothes?"
"Of course I have nothing to say about that!" Wang Baozhu said immediately.
He smiled and asked, "So what do you think of our designs compared to those street vendors out there?"
"There's no need to compare. Those street vendors can't compare to ours."
"Haha, that's fine!" Jiang Manyue smiled and patted her shoulder.
Bai Wanrou could only imitate her, but her strength was no match for her.
He can only buy some cheap goods from street stalls. Such a person is not worthy of being her competitor.
Wang Baozhu listened to her words and seemed to understand: "Sister, you are right."
Don't take such an opponent seriously at all. I believe it won't take long for everyone to make a comparison.
There are no customers at the moment anyway, so we might as well close the door at night.
Although jeans are novel, they tend to become monotonous after all.
Bai Wanrou wants to steal her market with cheap jeans, so let her see for herself.
What does it mean to be always imitated but never surpassed!
After closing the shop, the two were about to go home and happened to pass by Bai Wanrou's shop.
There were no customers in her store at this time, and a slightly fat man walked into the store.
"Welcome!" She immediately smiled and came forward to greet him.
The man was wearing a white shirt, a belt, and shiny black leather shoes.
The few bald spots with their hair combed to a shiny slick, and the figure with a briefcase between his arms looked familiar.
Jiang Manyue knew this person, he was Director Wang of the police station.
It was completely different from the time she was at the police station before. She was dressed so brightly and looked like she was going on a date.
"Sister!" Wang Baozhu recognized him at a glance: "Look, Director Wang is here to buy women's clothing too?"
Director Wang walked into the clothing store with a serious look on his face. The moment Bai Wanrou saw him, her eyes changed immediately.
Her shy face was still charming, and her eyes were full of affection: "What do you want to buy?"
His eyes quickly swept over Bai Wanrou, and then he coughed a few times.
"I want to buy a skirt for my lover. Can you recommend one to me?"
"Okay!" She smiled and started to recommend clothes, but it was obvious that the two of them were looking at each other awkwardly.
Director Wang smiled and reached for Bai Wanrou's waist.
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