Fang Qiao gave a cryptic twitch of her lips: "With such poor quality, it won't last long."
Now it's not like the future, where people only wear clothes for one season and then throw them away, and only ever wear new clothes.
People today have just emerged from the shadow of the planned economy, and their new ideas haven't changed yet. The old idea is that a piece of clothing can be worn for ten years or more, worn out and patched until it can't be patched anymore, but it won't be thrown away. Instead, it will be reused, whether it's to cut it off to make insoles or to cut it into pieces to use as rags... In short, people are reluctant to throw it away directly.
She sells clothes for five or ten yuan, but the quality is poor. Nowadays, people's monthly salary is only about twenty or thirty yuan, fifty or even seventy yuan. People spend a third or a quarter of their monthly salary on new clothes, intending to wear them for several years, but they tear after only a few wears. Wouldn't they go back and hold that unscrupulous merchant accountable?
One or two is easy to handle, but if there are more, do you think people will let her off easily?
"We'll see. Her shop won't last long."
The storm came sooner than Fang Qiao had anticipated.
Before the opening discount event next door was even over, a middle-aged woman with curly hair stormed into the door in a huff!
She didn't go inside; she just threw her torn sweater on the ground and stood at the front door cursing inside.
He hurled insults like "heartless," "selling inferior goods as superior ones," and "disregarding conscience for money," interspersed with vulgar and offensive language, his spittle flying everywhere.
The saleswoman next door probably knew the quality of her products, because even when someone pointed a finger at her and cursed at her, she didn't talk back, but instead smiled and told her to "come inside and talk things out."
The woman not only ignored her but also pushed her away, which only fueled her anger.
"Speak properly, my foot! You're the one who's making a fool of yourself, not the one who's embarrassing yourself. You make it sound so easy for yourself."
"Open your eyes and take a good look at this piece of junk your store is selling! I bought it just two days ago, specifically for the factory's commendation ceremony this morning! And what happened? The seams snapped as soon as I went on stage! Ouch, it ripped all the way from my armpit! Damn it, this was only the first time I wore it today! And they did this to me in front of hundreds of people at the factory!"
“I’m a respected member of the union at the alcohol factory. I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life!”
You expect me to have something to say?
"Pah!"
The woman spat in the saleswoman's face, still not satisfied, and grabbed her hair and started hitting her.
The saleswoman was caught off guard and her hair was grabbed and she was thrown to the other side.
Tears streamed down her face from the pain as she struggled and cried for help.
The girl was young, looking only eighteen or nineteen years old. She worked for the boss for a meager wage. The poor quality of the clothes had little to do with her. It didn't make sense that the real money was being hidden away while the shop assistant was being brutally beaten.
The woman, humiliated in public by a tattered dress, harbored deep hatred for the clothing store and naturally attacked with ruthless cruelty. She specifically targeted the young girl's neckline, tearing it in just a few strokes to reveal a large expanse of fair skin.
The people around her were enjoying the spectacle, some cheering, others telling her to be even more ruthless.
The little girl curled up crying, but it was no use.
Fang Qiao couldn't bear to watch, so she gave a wink to Li Jingjing, the shop assistant next to her.
"Go help out. The real boss can't just hide behind the scenes and let a young working girl take the blame and suffer." Fang Qiao instructed her, "Be careful, don't let the fire spread to you. I'll give you a bonus when I get back."
Fang Qiao is generous and never makes empty promises; if she says she will give out bonuses, she definitely will.
"I guarantee I'll complete the mission," Li Jingjing happily agreed.
She moved swiftly and quickly stepped forward to stop the woman who was hitting her.
"Auntie, doing this must be tiring. Why don't you calm down and rest for a while?"
The older woman wasn't buying it. She gave her a cold glance and said in a chilling voice, "Let go."
Li Jingjing shook her head: "Auntie, don't get so angry. Calm down and let's talk things out."
"Are you in cahoots with her?" A fierce glint flashed in the woman's eyes.
"No, no," Li Jingjing quickly explained, afraid that the old woman would get angry and beat her too.
The older woman snorted coldly: "If you're not part of the same group, why are you meddling in other people's business? You ignorant brat."
"Auntie, to tell you the truth, it's not that I don't know my own limitations, I'm scared too."
"You rushed out because you were afraid?" Having probably realized that Li Jingjing wasn't really affiliated with this shop, the older woman's attitude softened: "Aren't you afraid I'll beat you up too?"
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, because I'm inherently a person who hates evil."
"You call me wicked?" the old woman glared at her.
Li Jingjing quickly explained, "No, I didn't mean you're evil. You're the victim; the evil one is the family that sold you the bad clothes."
"She's the one who sold me the bad clothes."
“Auntie, she’s just a saleswoman working for someone else. If you bought bad clothes, you should talk to the boss, not her. What’s the use of talking to her? She’s just a clothes seller, what can she do? She has no authority in the store, she won’t even dare to give you a refund.”
At this point, Li Jingjing lowered her voice: "She's not the one who cut corners, nor is she the one who made exorbitant profits. The grievances have their source, and the debts have their debtors. You need to find the person in charge of their shop."
"But look at you, you've been yelling and hitting them outside for over ten minutes, and has anyone in charge of the shop shown up yet?"
"No. They're hiding inside, hoping to use this young working girl as a scapegoat. If you keep holding onto her, you'll only be playing into their hands."
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