Reborn at the end of 1980: the young wife of the richest man

Chapter 115 Inner Ghost?

"In the market? What's the matter?"

Lin Xuxu looked at Shu Rui'er and sighed: "Many fake foreign brands have been found in the market."

"So that's the case." Shu Rui'er laughed: "Our brand is so popular, it's normal to have fake products, as long as they don't be too arrogant, I don't suggest that they want to take a share of the pie."

When Yangyang brand was not established, she had expected the problem of counterfeit products, so she tried her best to register the brand when Yangyang brand was founded.

But the market is so big, she can't eat it all in one go, and soon there will be some crudely made things imitating them, but no matter what, the brand image has been formed, and those who come later can only drink soup, she is not a Overbearing person.

As long as the fundamentals are not shaken, she will not care about it for the time being.

Once there is a bad phenomenon, then she will exercise her due rights and interests of the brand.

However, Lin Xuxu's face did not relax following Shu Rui'er's words: "This time is different."

"What's the difference?"

"There is a batch of goods, I found that their design is exactly the same as ours, no, it should be said that it is exactly the same as the design we abandoned." Lin Xuxu said.

Now Shu Rui'er understood Lin Xuxu's meaning: "You mean there are ghosts in our factory?"

The designs of Yangyang brand are all made by Shu Ruier, and some discarded ones are naturally produced in the process, but even the waste drafts that Yangyang brand does not want are more interesting than most of the stickers, so they usually put Waste manuscripts are collected and then destroyed.

Design is the foundation of Yangyang brand, and it is also the most important reason why Yangyang brand can be sold so expensive.

"Yes, but I'm not sure who this person is." Lin Xuxu said, "Should we check it out?"

Shu Rui'er narrowed her eyes: "Check! Must check!"

Except for the inner ghost, this is not a small matter. Now the stolen manuscript is useless. After that, it is simply a hidden danger, a cancer.

"But." Lin Xuxu hesitated: "Anyone who can get in touch with the waste manuscripts is basically someone who is close to us."

Lin Xuxu's words were not tactful, Shu Rui'er understood what she meant.

When it is found out, can Shu Rui'er deal with it cruelly?
Shu Rui'er gritted her teeth: "No matter who you are, you can't let it go easily. The Yangyang brand is not mine alone, it is yours, it is also Aunt Osmanthus's, and everyone's! If the Yangyang brand is gone, how many people will lose their jobs ?”

Now there are hundreds of female workers in the Yangyang brand factory, and many of them come from the surrounding rural areas to work in cities.

Once the Yangyang brand is ruined by the ghosts, these female workers can only go back to the countryside, or they can only go to bigger cities, but it is not easy to live well in big cities .

The corporate culture of Yangyang brand is: women's independence.

The first is to give them the confidence to live.

"Okay, I see. We know about this matter for the time being. Let's find a way to see it." Lin Xuxu said: "I don't think the other party may have particularly bad intentions, otherwise it would be impossible to just steal scrap manuscripts, and I've only found this one so far."

Shu Rui'er was silent, nodded, but didn't say anything.

Thousands of miles away, country M

Qi Jun stood on the lawn and looked at the clear water of the lake. A few swans flew over the water, causing ripples on the lake.

"Qi." A man with blond hair and eyes closed patted Qi Jun's shoulder from behind and asked in English, "Are you missing someone?"

Qi Jun raised his eyes to look at him, and continued to look at the lake in front of him.

He is a poor boy who came out of the village step by step. Although he studied in Beijing, in fact, he had been studying seriously all the time, and he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all.

However, now he suddenly wants to take a good look at this place, to see this country that is more than ten times more advanced than the place where he is.

The people here are very different from those in China. Everyone has a smile on their face, but it is inevitable that they look at him with contempt.

But the man in front of him was an exception.

The man with blond hair and eyes closed sighed: "Qi, you won't attract girls if you are always so cold and indifferent."

"I already have a wife." Qi Jun turned his head and looked at the other party: "So I don't need to attract girls."

"Oh my God!" The blond man with closed eyes slapped Qi Jun on the shoulder: "How old are you! You are still so young, and you haven't enjoyed your life well, yet you are about to enter the vicious circle of marriage, Qi, what are you thinking?" what!"

The man's strength is not small, Qi Jun swung his hand away from his shoulder, and said in Chinese: "Your arsenic is my honey."

"What?" The man blinked his blue eyes.

"It's poison to you, but honey to me." Qi Jun explained in English, and then seemed to think of something: "Do you know where there is a paint brush?"

"Brush? What kind of brush? Pencil or pen?"

Qi Jun frowned, he was not familiar with painting things: "It's just things for painting, do you know where they can be sold?"

The man looked at Qi Jun and was amazed: "Qi, I thought you were a boring person, but I didn't expect you to have such a romantic factor, and you can even draw."

"I bought it for my wife."

"Well, your wife is such a romantic."

"She's very good, very good." For those who praise his wife, Qi Jun is very willing to give him a good face: "She can make clothes and design things, and she made my suit for me. "

Blonde man: What's the matter with the sudden sourness, like just eating a big lemon.

Seeing that the man didn't speak for a long time, Qi Jun thought he didn't know: "Forget it, I'll go to the street to have a look."

"Wait, Qi, I know I know." The man quickly followed Qi Jun.

On the bustling street, the man brought Qi Jun to a shop specializing in painting supplies. The owner was a typical M countryman. Obviously two people came in, but he just talked to the blond man: "Sir, may I ask you?" What to choose?"

The blond man quickly waved his hand, pointed at Qi Jun and said, "No, it's not me, it's my friend who wants to buy it."

The boss glanced at Qi Jun, frowned deeply, but didn't speak.

Qi Jun has encountered this kind of treatment no less than dozens of times in the past half month, but he accepted it calmly every time.

Such indifference is not unbearable to him, after all, he always received such gazes when he walked into the campus wearing tattered clothes.

(End of this chapter)