Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 219: Problems with ready-made clothes

An Bangguo scolded Ye Cuiwan several times in his heart.

Then he said: "Xiaoyan, don't say that. It was your father who didn't care enough about you back then, but don't worry, in the future, as long as Xiaoqi has it, you will have it, and it will be better than her. Look..."

An Yan no longer wanted to hear this nonsense, so she asked An Bangguo directly.

"You came to me today to tell me this?"

"Oh, no, I'm mainly here to apologize to you today on behalf of An Qi. Your sister is young and has a bad temper. If I offend you somewhere, just tell me and I'll teach her a lesson. You guys are fighting outside. It’s not good for outsiders to see...”

An Yan sneered, she really came to seek justice for An Qi.

She put down the coffee cup and interrupted An Bangguo: "I disappoint you, and my temper is not very good. And don't you think the person who should be most responsible is An Qi?"

"After all, for the sake of my sisters, I only slapped her and let her go. If one day she offends someone she shouldn't offend, I'm afraid it won't end so well."

Now that An Bangguo's purpose was clear, An Yan stopped wasting time and stood up with her bag: "If there's nothing else to do, I'll go and get busy."

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan!" An Bangguo made a show of chasing after him.

An Yan didn't even look back, leaving him with an indifferent back.

An Bangguo was so angry that he kicked over the flower pot at the door of the cafe, and the flower pot broke into pieces.

"You bastard, why didn't God strike her to death with a thunderbolt!" An Bangguo cursed bitterly.

But thinking of the result of the test just now, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Of course he was not here to seek justice for An Qi today, but he was just here to explore the truth and see if An Yan knew about the bracelet.

Now it seems that An Yan doesn't know about it at all.

Okay, very good, now I feel at ease.

Losing an unfilial daughter and gaining supreme glory and wealth is a good deal.

An Bangguo happily prepared to leave.

The waiter caught up behind him: "Mr. An, the pot of flowers you just kicked to pieces are tulips flown from the Netherlands. You need to compensate."

An Bangguo glanced at it and was so angry that his voice changed tone: "8000 yuan? You think I'm the one who's been taken advantage of!"

The manager immediately handed over the invoice: "We will only ask you to compensate according to the price, and we will not ask for a penny more. And we have already given you a free order for the coffee you just consumed."

An Bangguo: "...I want to call the police, I suspect you of blackmail!"

"Please help yourself." The manager was also very angry.

Mr. An, this old man, has been doing all his shopping recently, and he wishes he could just drink a glass of boiled water for free.

Forget it, he actually kicked the things in their cafe to vent his anger. It was really too much!
An Bangguo faced everyone's strange looks, his old face couldn't hold back anymore, he could only give the money as if it were a piece of meat, and walked away in despair.

Sitting in the car, An Bangguo was still angry.

"Bah!" He spit out the car window to vent his dissatisfaction.

Soon, several burly men patted the car window outside.

"Damn it, who are you vomiting at? Get out of here!"

"I'll pay for my clothes and kowtow to me, or my legs will be broken!"

"Spitting everywhere, you look like a dog, and your qualities have been eaten by dogs?"

……

An Bangguo was so frightened that his legs went weak. He stepped on the accelerator and fled as fast as he could, cursing secretly in his heart.

An Yan, this unfilial daughter, is indeed unlucky, whoever sees her will be unlucky!

He never wanted to see this unfilial daughter again!

The next day.

As soon as An Yan arrived at the company, the phone rang.

"Mr. Fu, good morning."

The voice coming from the other side was solemn: "Mr. An, can you come to our Fu's factory store?"

An Yan's heart skipped a beat: "What happened?"

"There was something wrong with the first batch of ready-made clothes that Yu Fei supplied to our Fu family."

Fu Jingbo's attitude was very polite, but An Yan was still nervous.

After regaining her composure, she immediately responded: "I'll be there soon."

"Okay, drive slowly on the road and don't be too anxious." Fu Jingbo warned softly before hanging up the phone.An Yan immediately called Qin Shu.

"Give me all the relevant information and drawings of Fu's order. I'm going to go to Fu's."

"it is good."

An Yan looked solemn, and Qin Shu did not dare to ask in detail. He compiled the information as quickly as possible and handed it to An Yan: "Mr. An, do you need me to go with you?"

"No need for now, you stay in the company and call me if you need anything."

An Yan took the information, went out immediately, and hurried to Fu's Factory Store.

Soon they arrived at the downstairs of Fu's Factory Store. As soon as An Yan walked in, the elevator door opened just in time.

She quickly walked a few steps and entered the elevator. As soon as she stood still, she felt a gaze coming from beside her.

An Yan turned her head and met a pair of cloudy and cold eyes.

The old man in the wheelchair has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He looks weak and old, but his eyes are frightening.

This strange look made An Yan feel uncomfortable. She moved slightly to the side, trying to avoid the old man's sight.

"Ding!"

The elevator soon reached the floor where Fu's Factory Store was located. An Yan hurriedly got out of the elevator, leaving the cold gaze behind her, and then she felt more comfortable.

Maybe it was her illusion.

An Yan shook her head and went directly to see Fu Jingbo.

"Boss Fu!"

An Yan opened the door and came in. Fu Jingbo raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Because the matter was urgent, An Yan almost ran all the way over.

Her fair and delicate cheeks and neck were stained with a thin layer of crimson. A few messy strands of hair hung down on her cheeks and swept over her delicate collarbones, making her black hair and red lips even more beautiful. It's thrilling.

Something strange flashed in Fu Jingbo's eyes, and he quickly came back to his senses.

"Well, here you are."

He picked up two pieces from a pile of clothes and handed them to An Yan: "This is a sample dress that was ordered before, and this is a finished dress that was just made recently. You can take a look first."

"it is good."

An Yan took it over without even looking at the design samples she brought over, and directly compared the sample clothes with the finished clothes carefully.

"There's nothing wrong with the sample. It's exactly the same as the design drawings."

An Yan quickly put down the drawings and looked at the finished clothes.

Style, color, collar, sleeves...

After looking at them one by one, An Yan's eyes finally fell on the folds at the waist of her clothes.

There are thirty pleats on both the drawing and the sample, but there are only twenty sparse pleats on the waistline of the finished garment.

Without ten wrinkles, the well-made and fashionable clothes immediately became street stalls on the roadside.

Obviously, the people who process the garments are cutting corners.

It was the first time she cooperated with Mr. Fu and something like this happened. An Yan's cheeks burned and she felt ashamed.

But things have already happened, and the most important thing is to solve the problem.

An Yan apologized to Fu Jingbo and gave a solution: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, this matter is our Yu Fei's problem. We did not strictly follow the sample clothes. We will rework all these clothes and give them a [-]% discount. You see OK?"

"There's no need for discounts. Just fix the problem with the clothes." Fu Jingbo nodded and approved the plan given by An Yan.

Now that summer is halfway over, it’s already time for the release of new autumn models. It’s definitely too late to redo everything, so rework is the best option.

Fu Jingbo's generosity made An Yan feel grateful and guilty: "Thank you, Mr. Fu. I'm really sorry. I will definitely keep an eye on the rework this time and there will never be any problems again."

"Well, I believe you."

A smile flashed in Fu Jingbo's eyes behind his lenses. He thought about it and reminded him again.

"Fortunately, there is only a problem with the wrinkles on the waistline of this batch of clothes. There is no problem with the materials and styles. There is still time to modify them. But Mr. An will have to ask his subordinates when he gets back."

"I will, thank you Mr. Fu for your understanding."

An Yan understood that Fu Jingbo was reminding her in good faith and nodded quickly.

(End of this chapter)