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Chapter 263 Ma'am, are you a troll?

Chapter 263 Ma'am, are you a troll?

She herself wondered how she copied a design that hadn't emerged yet.

The waiter took a look at the clothes and continued to say, "Ma'am, this is not our Divine brand at all. This is simply trying to deceive us with fake products."

"Fake, how could it be a fake? I bought it from you at a discount yesterday. Even if it was a fake, you sold it to me." Madam's complexion was already bad by the waiter.

"Ma'am, Divine is a high-end brand and we never sell fakes. Your clothes are not our clothes at all, and we will not refund you," the waiter refused.

Madam looked around, and there were no clothes of the same style as hers on all the shelves.

Divine's new opening and the first day of discounts and promotions have sold well for every style of clothing, even sold out, but the clothes of the same style as this lady have been made, and new products have been released.

Divine's game is to compete with the elves for those mid-to-high consumption.

Where is the elf style, and Lin Qingyan has no time, so apart from the release of new products every season, she basically won't take on other private jobs, and she won't even take on couture worth over [-] million.

It is not that high imitations of elves have not appeared on the market.

She didn't bother to care about it, and those high-quality fans directly came forward to resist the high imitation.

Therefore, the high imitation clothes were chopped off without much leakage.

The waiter saw that the lady was looking for trouble, and said with a sneer, "Madam, you are not a fan of our Divine, you deliberately use a fake product to blackmail our brand."

"I will blackmail you for clothes that cost tens of thousands of dollars. Why is the little girl so dirty? It's just a piece of clothing. If you don't return it, I will teach you a lesson. Anyway, it is a defective product," the lady said coldly. After throwing the clothes on the counter, it doesn't matter.

Lin Qingyan really couldn't stand it anymore and took a step forward, picking up the clothes thrown away by her wife.

Several people in the store watched Lin Qingyan's actions suspiciously.

Lin Qingyan touched the collar for a long time and said, "I finally found it."

Generally, designers will embroider the logo of the store on the clothes.

Lin Qingyan dug out the logo inside the clothes and handed them to the waiter, "Even if this clothes are knockoffs, they are also knockoffs from your Divine, and there is your store's logo on it."

Lin Qingyan was afraid of making the chattering waiter quibble, so she casually took a set of sales clothes from the hanger and took out the logo inside and put it in front of the waiter.

"Even if Auntie is really good, she may copy your logo completely. Looking at the stitches, it is clearly made by one person, or call your designer or ask Mr. Lin to take a look."

Lin Qingyan deliberately emphasized the word "Boss Lin", and her eyes fell on Lin Yuanyuan who did not leave not far away.

Lin Yuanyuan's ability to choose the ancient style brand shows that Lin Yuanyuan has a good vision.

It's just that the designer is a bit unsatisfactory.

But it's not a problem to be picky, but it's just terminal consumption.

The two waiters who were instantly slapped in the face looked embarrassed.

The lady also leaned forward upon hearing the words, and murmured, "Why did I forget to look at the logo, now I can prove the Divine clothes."

That attitude is clearly saying 'see how you explain it. '

It's still business hours, if it continues like this, waiting for other customers to come will only affect their Divine.

Lin Yuanyuan greeted the girl next to her and said, "Take Miss Xia to the designer to see if you are satisfied with the clothes specially designed for Miss Xia. As for our cooperation, we will talk about it after I am done."

(End of this chapter)

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