Two weeks later, Fengchen's new winter clothing was launched.
It was Saturday, the shopping mall was overcrowded, and Feng Chen's store was full of customers. Mu Hanxia also helped in the store, supervising and observing the sales. Unexpectedly, after eleven o'clock in the morning, when the number of guests was the most, two staff members in blue uniforms of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau came in.
"Call your person in charge." One of them said sternly to a salesperson. The salesperson was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran to call the manager. The customers next to him also watched.
Mu Hanxia was standing on the first floor. He knew that the situation was not good. He just raised his head to look at the second floor, and saw that Lin Mochen had walked down, followed by the store manager.
"Two, it's been a long time." He smiled and greeted him. "Did you receive a report? I'm the person in charge of this company. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The two staff members were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Lin Mochen's extraordinary bearing, but he was a little polite, and asked suspiciously, "Do you know someone has reported it?"
"Yes. You two, please come in with me. Some of the items are in the warehouse at the back."
The store resumed prosperity and liveliness, and no one paid attention to this little episode. Mu Hanxia's heart dropped a little and followed.
Behind the store is just a small warehouse. At this time, the lights are brightly lit inside. Lin Mochen put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood by with a calm expression. The store manager surrounded the two people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, the "leader" was long and the "leader" was short, and he pointed to the unopened fabrics piled up in Curry, just like the image of a victim: "Two leaders, Just come here. After we received this batch of fabrics, we felt that there was a problem, and we were willing to suffer huge losses and did not use them. However, our company is small and the testing equipment is not complete. Ah, not only the quality is not up to standard, but also the pollution problem... I just wanted to report it to the Quality Supervision Bureau, but I didn't expect you to arrive just in time, let us call the shots... "
The faces of the two staff members were also quite surprised. Probably after they received the report, they did not expect such a situation.
"There are more fabrics in my warehouse." Lin Mochen said, "I hope you can investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Our industry and commerce bureau will definitely check it out." One of the older people said, "We will seal up this batch of fabrics immediately. In addition, who supplies you with the goods and when they will supply the goods, these must be investigated in detail."
"Of course." Lin Mochen replied, "We must cooperate fully. In addition, we have an unkind request regarding the final disposal of this batch of fabrics."
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It was after ten o'clock that night that Mu Hanxia heard a movement from the opposite door, and Lin Mochen came back. She knew that he was going to invite people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau to dinner, so she probably didn't drink too much.
Now that he is back, she can sleep peacefully. Unexpectedly, he received a text message from him at this time: "Come here."
Mu Hanxia didn't really want to go, but she knocked on the door and entered their house, into the master bedroom where he lived. The night fell outside the curtains. He took off his suit and wore only his shirt, with his neckline torn open, and sat on the single-seater sofa with his eyes closed and his face tired.
Soft-hearted, disgusting look.
Mu Hanxia walked up to him and sat down, but he didn't move.
"Everything went well?" she asked.
"Of course." He looked up at her.
She smiled and said, "Hehe, if you don't steal the chicken, you will lose the rice. This time, they will feel better." Lin Mochen's mouth also showed a smile, knowing that she was deliberately being naughty, which made him feel good.
In fact, in such a late night, in his bedroom, he shouldn't have called her here. But Lin Mochen drank a lot of alcohol today. Although he wasn't drunk, he just wanted to see her. At this moment, she looked at her with a smart smile in her eyes and sat beside her. He really wanted to reach out and embrace her. But in the end still held back. She just raised her hand, put it lightly on her shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "There may be a lot of things in the future, are you afraid?"
His movements look so casual, like a casual hug from the boss to his subordinate. Mu Hanxia's heart was like falling into an ice cellar, and suddenly it was still warm. She smiled, thinking don't do this, don't do this. She broke free of his hand gently, and answered without changing her face: "What are you afraid of? Don't we want to capture the biggest profit in the entire clothing industry?"
Lin Mochen's confusion and fascination disappeared with her words. He laughed suddenly, put down his hands, and said, "You're right."
Mu Hanxia looked at his deep and cold eyes, and after all, she couldn't bear to look any further and looked away.
"Besides Schelling, who else is there?" she asked.
"One person? Or two people?" Lin Mochen replied indifferently, "We stepped into Lin City and the Great Southwest District, taking away so much profit, and naturally established new enemies. On the way up, There will always be stepping stones, and if you want to step on them, take them to the bottom of the valley.”
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It was a quiet night, and Xie Lin, the general manager of Kaida Trading Company, was sitting at the desk with a very bad face. He was reading a newspaper, which was the evening newspaper with the largest circulation in Lin City. The headline news was "Fengchen Company Burns 5 Tons of Problem Fabrics in Public, Establishing New Rules for Industry Quality". As soon as the reporter saw it, he received the money, and he exaggerated how Fengchen Company held a grand press conference this afternoon, denounced the manufacturers who provided the problematic fabrics, and invited the leaders of the Industry and Commerce Bureau to come. In the end, Lin Mochen and the leaders jointly burned the batch of fabrics to show their strict adherence to quality issues. Fengchen's stores have won the high trust of the city's citizens...
The "problem manufacturers" mentioned in the report naturally refer to the factories under his command. After Xie Lin read it, he only felt a lump of blood in his heart, tore the newspaper to shreds, and threw it into the trash can.
His deputy was also sitting at the table. Seeing this, he sighed inwardly and said, "Mr. Xie, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. After the batch of fabrics were delivered, Lin Mochen didn't put a single fart. I thought he was fooled. Who knew he did this! Originally, we used to supply him with a shell company, and we were going to get rid of it after the accident. Who knows that he secretly found out the relationship between several of our companies and also Provide evidence to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce. Now the Bureau of Industry and Commerce has closed several of our factories, but Lin Mochen has benefited from it, and has a big marketing show! He has become a conscientious businessman! But Mr. Xie, the people over there … Didn’t say anything? Can’t they help us?”
Xie Lin said angrily: "What help? Now the factory is closed, what's the use of helping? Hmph, this kid Lin Mochen is too cruel, he has no room for things. I really think that I, Xie Lin, is a vegetarian in Lin City. He won't make me feel better, and I won't make him feel better!"
The author has something to say:
In other words, writing a serial is not good at this point. Some transitional chapters may not be exciting enough for everyone to read. But again it is necessary for writing. After writing it, it will be much better to read in one breath, and I feel that it is a matter of course. But don't worry everyone, it's coming soon, Brother Lin can't stand it anymore, please be patient... Besides, why do I feel that everyone in the comment area has been so enthusiastic recently? .