Rebirth 70 Lucky Little Wife

Lin Xiang's words blocked the old lady from uttering a word. A pair of jeans cost more than 100 yuan, which he didn't even dare to think about.

Then Lin Xiang continued, "Although the price of my jeans is very expensive, the sales volume has been very good. I also have a specialty store in Qingshan City, which is in the Oriental Commercial Building. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

After touching the jeans produced by Lin Xiang Garment Factory, all the onlookers who were present knew that the jeans brought by Mrs. Song were not produced by Lin Xiang Garment Factory, as long as they were not blind.

Lin Xiang looked at Aunt Song who had a bad face and continued to ask, "Aunt Song, you said that your 15 yuan jeans were wholesaled from my clothing factory, so I don't know when you came here, and then Who did you ask for the wholesale, and you have the invoice certificate in hand.”

"Our garment factory is not a small workshop. Every piece of clothing is sold with a serial number, the day it was sold, how much it was charged, and who the salesperson is. We have an account to check here."

When Aunt Song heard what Lin Xiang said, her mind was completely confused. She didn't understand why Lin Xiang's clothing factory had so many things to do in order to wholesale clothes.

So she stuck her neck and said, "I'm illiterate, so I don't know the twists and turns of your garment factory. I wholesale these clothes from the gate of your garment factory. Look, the name of your garment factory is printed on these clothes. "

When Mrs. Song said this, she felt a little nonsense.

Could it be that there is a stall selling clothes at the entrance of Linxiang Garment Factory, and the sellers are from Linxiang Garment Factory? Does that mean that if someone sells pork at the stall here, and someone eats it badly, Lin Xiang should also bear the responsibility?

When meeting such a troublesome person, Lin Xiang always reasoned first. Since reasoning didn't work, she could only resort to force.

"Ms. Song, let me tell you one last thing. If you come to our factory to demand compensation with the imitation clothes from our factory, I can definitely sue you for fraud."

"You said that based on the wholesale price of 50 yuan for a piece of clothing in my factory, how much money can you get for the clothes on these two carts?"

"If I sue you, and you say such a large sum, how long will you be in jail?"

When Uncle Wang heard that Lin Xiang was going to sue them, he finally stopped sitting calmly on the ground, but stood up holding the scissors.

His eyes were red, and he looked at Lin Xiang with an extremely angry look.

"If the denim clothes from these two trolleys were not placed in front of your garment factory, how could we have bought them all? It is because we trust your garment factory and feel that you are a big factory and will not lie."

"Now we, husband and wife, have put all the coffin books in, but you, a big boss, want to put us in jail."

"Then close it. Anyway, now that we have no money, my wife and I can't support our children and mother."

When Lin Xiang heard Uncle Wang's words, he sneered in his heart. This is a rogue, and he started playing the family card again.

Sure enough, among the ordinary people watching, some of them softened their hearts when they saw the poverty of the couple.

"This big brother is right. If you hadn't looked at the big face of your garment factory, you wouldn't have been deceived."

"Little girl, at such a young age, you can look like such a big garment factory. There must be no shortage of money in your family. I think you can give them some money and let them take these clothes away quickly. You can also open the door for business. .”

The aunt who spoke looked at Aunt Song and Uncle Wang and continued to ask, "How much did you spend on these denim clothes?"

Aunt Song saw that Uncle Wang's eyes were red, and she realized it instantly. Her eyes were red, and tears were falling down like she didn't want money.

While crying, she said aggrievedly, "The two of us have saved a total of 2000 yuan from farm work all our lives, and now we all bought these unsalable denim clothes."

"Hey! For you, 2000 yuan may be your savings for the next life, but I believe that for the owner of the garment factory, it must be a drop in the bucket."

Lin Xiang glanced at the aunt who was the reincarnation of the Living Bodhisattva, and laughed angrily.

What kind of nonsense is this, her money is brought by the wind?
Or if she saw someone poorer than her, she would help them. Why didn't she meet such a living Bodhisattva when she was poor.

"That's not what my aunt said. Sometimes your bad intentions can harm people. We are now a society ruled by law, and we don't live by sympathy."

"If there is no law, if you walk on the street and get stabbed, and people say that your family is poor and difficult, can you bear it?"

Lin Xiang silenced the aunt, and no one was making such a weird request in an instant.

"Ms. Song, let's go to the Public Security Bureau and say, if Comrade Public Security asks me to pay you, I won't say a single word, and I will pay you right away." Lin Xiang said straightforwardly.

As soon as Lin Xiang's voice fell here, the police car of the public security drove over.

When Wang Xiaoqi told the public security comrades about what had happened, they basically understood that Lin Xiang had been blackmailed.

"Put down the scissors in your hands first, and go to the Public Security Bureau with me, and make the record first. If it is really a problem with the garment factory, we will definitely give you justice."

Comrades from Public Security are here, but the people onlookers don't say much. Everyone still trusts Comrade Public Security very much.

But Mrs. Song and Uncle Wang became very excited when they saw the police coming, and they took out the scissors again.

They cried and put the scissors under their necks, and said loudly, "If the garment factory doesn't return the money to us today, we will die in front of the garment factory. Anyway, even if we are alive, we will have no money and no way out. "

The two were so excited that the comrades of the Public Security Bureau were afraid that they might do something radical, so they didn't dare to approach them rashly, and could only persuade them.

But it is obvious that the more Comrade Public Security persuades, the more they push forward.

Seeing that the farce is getting bigger and bigger, it has reached the point where it cannot be ended.

Lin Xiang and Yu Haisheng exchanged glances, and they approached Uncle Wang and Aunt Song at the same time.

"Ms. Song, we have something to discuss, don't play with your own life." Lin Xiang stepped forward and said.

"There's nothing to discuss. If I don't see money today, I won't live." Aunt Song said loudly.

When Lin Xiang was two meters away from Mrs. Song, she rushed up suddenly and pinched the numb tendon on Mrs. Song's wrist.

She only felt a pain in her wrist, and Lin Xiang snatched the scissors from her hand.

And Uncle Wang's situation was similar, Yu Haisheng snatched the scissors from Uncle Wang's hand with one move.

Without the existence of scissors, several police comrades rushed up and handcuffed the two of them.

As a party involved, Lin Xiang also went to the Public Security Bureau.

At first she thought it was an ordinary fraud incident, but when she was finally interrogated by the police comrades, other things were brought out.