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    Here Qian Zhengming became even more flustered when he saw Fan Junan holding the skirt.  On the forehead, there was even a thick layer of sweat.

    Not to mention her, the female master in the nearby factory was also frightened, and dare not speak now!

    "Qian Zhengming, you take advantage of your rights in the factory to cut corners and make huge profits. Don't think I don't know!" Fan Junan said, throwing up the skirt in his hand!

    Qian Zhengming was almost paralyzed from fright when he was hit by the skirt. How did Fan Junan know this?

    But at this time, of course he didn't dare to admit it: "I, I I didn't, the factory manager, I don't know what you're talking about."

    This scene made the people around me even more confused!

    "What's going on? Is it true that garment factories cut corners?"

    "I don't know either, I also want to ask what's going on?"

    "Cutting corners? Making a profit? Oh my god, is this true?"

    They even forgot about the matter of Li Yanling and Ma Guozhang, and talked about it to Qian Zhengming.

    Here Feng Ruhai and Liu Dongqin are also very anxious. If something happens to Qian Zhengming, will they also be implicated?

    Feng Ruhai gave Liu Dongqin a wink, Liu Dongqin went up and asked with an apologetic smile: "Director Fan, is there any misunderstanding"

    "Misunderstanding?" Fan Junan gave Liu Dongqin a cold look, and Liu Dongqin was too afraid to speak.  Fan Junan snorted coldly, "I won't talk about what you guys are doing with Qian Zhengming now. But don't think I don't know anything! Qian Zhengming, don't think I'm old and stupid and don't know anything! You cut corners, now  And conspiring with others to mess around, do you think I'm blind?"

    "I" Qian Zhengming's face was pale, cold sweat dripped from his face, "Ithe factory manager, don't listen to other people's nonsense without proof?"

    "Evidence?" Fan Junan sneered, "When the workers' safety comes, they will investigate carefully!"

    Qian Zhengming was taken aback, seeing that Fan Junan was not joking, his legs were shaking!

    The people around talked louder.

    Li Yanling just stood by and watched the play, needless to say anything.

    However, Zhou Qian couldn't help but came up and said: "What's going on? I'm confused. It's not about your skirt sales? Why are people from the factory running here?"

    "Yeah, I was confused too!" Kong Jiayu couldn't help but said.

    Li Yanling gave them a mysterious smile, and said: "Go on and watch, there will be a good show in a while."

    For today's scene, she has been waiting since last week.

    At first, she really didn't expect Liu Dongqin to attack her so quickly.  However, she took out two skirts out of thin air, which was a hidden danger in itself.  Fortunately, she also noticed the original skirt, the stitching part was a little unstable, obviously some corner cutting.

    And in her impression, the quality of things made in this era, whether it is clothes, daily necessities, or other things, is very good.  Especially the things sold in department stores should be of better quality.

    But these skirts are not, and the lockstitching of these skirts is not very good.

    Just noticed this part, so she only reminded Ma Guozhang.  The next thing will be completely handed over to Ma Guozhang.  She didn't care much, she believed that Ma Guozhang could handle it well.

    Ma Guozhang didn't understand this at first, but as soon as Li Yanling reminded him, he found a skirt from his wife that he bought for her before, and took it to Fan Junan.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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