“It’s good that she’s busy. She should be busy. The media industry is on the rise, so don’t worry about it. Take a break these two days. It’s just a matter of the next couple of days,” Lu Feng said casually.
Seeing his confidence, Zhang Fengxia felt less worried. She knew that he had done something underhanded, but she didn't really know the specifics.
Only he, Liu Cheng, and Feng Zhiyao in the entire company knew about it; it was considered top secret.
"Tell me, what is it?" Zhang Fengxia moved her stool forward, her big eyes full of curiosity.
"I won't tell you, you'll find out in a few days." Lu Feng picked up another newspaper and flipped through it, saying, "You've been saying you're tired, go get some sleep."
"Let me know when I buy some sunflower seeds." Zhang Fengxia stood up and, like a child, excitedly went to the factory's small shop. A little while later, she came back carrying a bag of sunflower seeds and a lot of snacks.
The two chatted while eating sunflower seeds, and Lu Feng recounted the incident. After listening, Zhang Fengxia couldn't help but say, "You're so mean."
"How can you talk like that?" Lu Feng frowned.
"My mistake, you are incredibly intelligent, truly brilliant!" Zhang Fengxia praised.
At the entrance of an electronics store in the terminal market, seven or eight people were gathered around a counter with a burnt-out VCD player on it. The whole family, including the elderly and children, had come out.
"It broke after only a few days? What kind of quality is this? You have to replace it with a new one!" The woman's voice was exceptionally shrill, and people outside the mall could hear it.
"It's so expensive, and the quality is terrible. We didn't even touch it, and it started smoking right away." The old lady was so angry that she burst into tears.
"I'm telling you, if you're not going to give a refund or exchange, you might as well quit your business! Damn it, I bought this stuff for thousands of dollars, and I haven't even used it for a month. Are you robbing me?" The man slammed his fist on the counter angrily.
The shop owner, standing behind the counter, had a cold expression, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and sat with his legs crossed. He said, "Your voltage was unstable and it burned out, so you've come to me? Replace it for you? Why should I give you a refund or replacement? You broke it yourself, and now you're coming to me?"
"Try giving me a refund or exchange then?"
"Try it if you want, so what? Go find whoever you want. Let me tell you, ask around on this floor, who the hell replaced this thing for you? You bought it and you don't take care of it, so you're going to pick a fight with me? Besides, did you even buy it from me?" the boss said sternly but actually weakly.
"This is the receipt you issued!" The woman slammed the receipt on the table.
"I've never seen you before, the tickets are fake, go find whoever you want, and don't fucking swarm around my counter, get lost, understand?" the boss shouted, pointing at the family.
When I came to buy it, this young man had a big smile on his face and made all sorts of promises, calling me "brother" and "sister" all the time. Now he's completely different.
"This is outrageous! I can't live like this anymore!" The old man said, then sat down on the ground and wailed, pounding the ground with his hands: "Come and see! This is outrageous! I bought something for several thousand yuan, and it broke after only two days. I bought it from him."
The old woman shouted and reached out to pull her grandson to lie down as well, causing chaos and a commotion.
In this era, various counters selling goods are truly ripping people off whenever possible. The quality of counterfeit goods varies greatly, so you have to be careful. If you go back to them, they simply won't acknowledge it, and there's no way to contact any relevant department.
Making a scene is the only way!
They sit on the ground, crying and wailing, while cursing their ancestors for eighteen generations. The reason why many elderly people do this is because they believe that this method can really solve the problem, and often it is the only way to solve the problem.
The circuitry of the VCDs produced in the previous batches was almost at its limit. In a room, a man drew the curtains in broad daylight, licked his dry lips, closed the door, and pulled a disc from the bottom of the wardrobe.
He took a deep breath, unable to contain his excitement, plugged in the VCD player, inserted the disc, and waited a while. When the image that needed to be blurred appeared, the man's pupils dilated, and he began to exercise his hand muscles.
At the most crucial moment, with a hiss, the VCD player started smoking, and the TV went completely dark!
"ah!!!!"
Holy crap!!!
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