A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

The women's clothing store owner: "..."

Are you serious?

She looked at all these people. If she returned all the clothes to them, she wouldn't even have enough money to cover the losses.

"You don't want a refund, do you?" someone asked indignantly, seeing the woman's clothing store owner's hesitation.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat."

The boss had no choice but to agree to everything, because she knew the situation.

If I don't respond to such a powerful and aggressive scene today, I'm afraid I'll be drowned in their spittle.

Thinking about it, she felt really aggrieved. Yesterday, when the customer came alone, she was afraid of offending him. Today, a whole group of customers came, and she still didn't dare to offend them.

In the end, she didn't have enough money to distribute, but these people still wouldn't let it go. She had no choice but to write IOUs to each customer, saying that she would go home to get the money and then give it to them to collect.

The customers were also worried: "What if you just take the money and run away? Then we won't have anywhere to get our money back."

"Don't worry," the shop owner said helplessly. "I definitely won't run away. My shop is still here. Do you think I would run away?"

"At worst, you can just empty my store, okay?"

Hearing the boss say that, the customers had no choice but to give up and leave without bothering him any further, taking their money and going home one by one.

And this scene was playing out in several women's clothing stores along the street.

As a result, there were so many people on the streets today that some people wondered what had happened.

Is there any news on the street today?

A bystander who knew the situation scoffed, "What? I just got back from watching the show. The cheap knock-offs in that women's clothing store are all substandard. They'll deform and look ugly after you wash them. That's why everyone's going to the store to ask for a refund."

"Ouch, I'm going to die! I have one too! I haven't washed it yet, I'll go back and wash it right now!" Some people around who were unaware of the situation immediately cried out upon hearing this.

"Go and get a refund quickly. I'm worried that if these stores keep accepting refunds like this, they might go out of business."

"I'm going home to wash it right now. I was hiding it away like a treasure and didn't dare to wash it. Damn it, I didn't know there was such a problem."

Several people in the crowd, upon hearing these words, immediately went home.

As someone watched these people leave, someone remarked leisurely, "Those women's clothing stores are really going to be in big trouble now."

"Who can argue with that? They're the ones who sell counterfeit goods. This is what they mean by 'those who do many evil deeds will surely perish.'"

……

That evening, the owners of several women's clothing stores closed early. In the past, they would stay open a little longer, hoping to wait for customers to come in.

But if they stay open any longer, all they'll get are a constant stream of people coming up to them with questions.

The business owners met up again.

"You guys... hey, you guys must have been returned too, right?"

One of the bosses sighed and said.

"Damn it, how could these clothes have such a problem? We're really going to lose a fortune now."

"I don't think this is our problem. It's the garment factory's problem."

"Yes, it's a problem with the fabric of the clothes. We're just taking the blame."

"Yes, we're just middlemen who source and resell the goods. If customers have problems with us, we should go to the factory. That's reasonable, isn't it?"

"What are we waiting for? Let's go to the factory now. Whether they can fix these clothes or they have to pay us back, we need an answer from them today. Tomorrow, when we open the store, even more people will come to us with problems."

"Let's go, let's go. Just thinking about all those people coming to ask for refunds tomorrow makes my scalp tingle. It was so great to receive money back then, and now it's so painful to lose money and have to leave."

"Don't even mention it. I gave them a small discount back then, rounding it down to zero and throwing in some freebies. Now they're charging full price, and I'm actually losing money."

Several business owners, talking and cursing, took a taxi together to the garment factory where they were getting their goods.

It was almost time for the garment factory to close for the day.

Several bosses stormed into the garment factory's gate. They shouted at the old man at the gatehouse, "Open the gate! We're here to demand an explanation!"

The gatekeeper could tell at a glance that these old hags had short tempers and weren't easy to get along with.

So they didn't dare to delay and immediately notified the person in charge at the factory.

Soon the factory manager came out, looking at them with confusion, and asked, "What's going on with you? Why are you causing trouble at our garment factory? Have we not paid you your wages or what?"

Their garment factory rarely gets any trouble, because they almost never offend anyone.

Most likely, some employees might feel they are underpaid or that the pay is unfair.

"Pah, who wants your wages? Do you think we look like factory workers?"

One of the women's clothing store owners, who had been a boss herself, thought she was superior and immediately spat out a curse.

The manager's face darkened: "Then what brings you here?"

Among the several women's clothing store owners, one was relatively calm. She stepped forward and briefly explained the situation.

"Is that so?" The manager was quite bewildered. In his memory, if their factory had such a problem, they would definitely inform the customer in advance and only ship the goods after obtaining the customer's consent.

"That's it. Look at these clothes for yourself."

The shop owners threw out their clothes and angrily smashed them on the ground for the manager to see.

The person in charge was even more puzzled upon seeing this; it was an obvious problem. Any one of the sales representatives in their factory would have explained it clearly.

After a moment's thought, he said, "What day did you pick up the goods? Which salesperson was in charge of you? I'll find him and ask him."

"We've forgotten exactly which salesperson it was, but we remember the date."

They told the manager the pickup time, and he immediately went into his office, took out a folder containing their warehouse's shipping records. By comparing the time and the goods, he quickly found the sales representative who was in charge of them.

However, just as the manager was about to call the sales clerk over, he noticed a small note at the end of the delivery record.

The person in charge took a closer look, a knowing smile appearing on his face. He then switched to another folder and searched through it again.

"Here it is."

He pulled out one of the papers and went to the bosses, saying, "This matter has nothing to do with our factory."