"Thanks to your help this time, things are going so smoothly. Murder is a serious crime. Even if Jin Kun is not sentenced to death this time, he will definitely not escape if he is sentenced to twenty or thirty years. Zhao Liang is his lackey. Now that the two of them go in together, they will never escape again."
Someone is giving you a hard time."
'Black Ball' said, his eyes shining brightly due to excitement.
Since Jin Kun and Zhao Liang entered, he has taken over all the forces left behind. With Gao Mingyuan behind him, there will be a lot of opportunities to make money in the future.
Zhao Hong listened blankly, then raised her head after a while and said in a hoarse voice: "Cheng Ming, is Cheng Ming really dead?"
'Coal Ball' was stunned for a moment by her question, and replied: "Didn't you see it with your own eyes? According to Jin Kun's ruthless character, can he let him go so easily?"
Zhao Hong's dark gray pupils shrank slightly. Although she knew that this would be the result, her heart still hurt when she actually said it from the mouth of the man in front of her.
Seeing that she didn't speak again for a long time, 'Coal Ball' stood up and said, "There's only so much I can help you with, so I'll leave first."
Anyway, his goal has been achieved, and he will not come to Zhao Hong again.
Until she heard the sound of the door closing, two drops of tears silently fell from the corners of Zhao Hong's eyes. Gradually, her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably. She couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself down beside the bed and cried loudly.
In the clothing store, Chen Lishu not only talked about renting a house, but also talked about how she had customized a batch of cultural shirts at the National Cotton Factory.
"There are five thousand pieces in total this time. Sister Ai Xiang, please take the time to contact Sister Feng and the others. The goods will be delivered in two days. The price for them is absolutely favorable."
"Okay." Wang Aixiang nodded happily: "They have made a lot of money in the past few cooperations. The clothes in our store have nothing to say about their appearance or quality. The most important thing is that the price of buying goods from us is cheap.
If they know there are new products, they will definitely be very happy.”
While the two were talking, two women suddenly entered the store, both around forty years old. When they saw that Chen Lishu was there, their eyes lit up.
"It would be great if you were there, Lishu." One of the thin women was the first to say.
Wang Aixiang: "Sister Feng, why are you free to come here today? Gang Lishu also told me that a new product will be launched, and she asked me to tell you in advance."
The fat woman next to Sister Feng's eyes lit up when she heard Wang Aixiang's words. She smiled and said to Sister Feng: "Look, I said there must be no problem with this matter. But you are suspicious. If Lishu hadn't sold the cultural shirt,
Who can sell it? Everyone has said that it is the brand of 'Shuise' clothing store."
It was such a big mistake that Sister Feng was also a little embarrassed: "I'm not thinking that Ai Xiang brings this matter to us every time. Besides, the payment of thousands of yuan cannot be handed over rashly."
Chen Lishu's expression changed when she heard the conversation between the two, and she couldn't help but interjected: "Sister Feng, what's going on? I just mentioned the cultural shirts to Sister Ai Xiang, and I haven't had time to inform you yet."
Sister Feng was shocked: "What? You are not selling those cultural shirts?"
Chen Lishu nodded seriously: "I did order a batch of cultural shirts recently, but I haven't told anyone yet."
Sister Feng instantly realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly explained the matter in detail.
"It happened at noon today. Suddenly someone came to me with a printed half-sleeve shirt and said it had the latest cultural shirt in the store. It cost five yuan a piece. They could have as much as they wanted, but as before, the price was
Pay the deposit first. No matter how I think about it, I feel a little unfounded. So I thought it would be best if I came over and asked. If not, I haven’t paid yet, so there is no loss.”
Chen Lishu already had a guess in her mind, but she still asked without giving up: "What does that cultural shirt look like?"
"I brought them all. Fortunately, I was cautious and said that I wanted to introduce others to get the goods, so they left one for me." Sister Feng said, taking out the half sleeve and handing it over.
Chen Lishu took it in her hands and unfolded it. The words "Youth without Regrets" were printed on the front of the clothes, which was exactly the same as the cultural shirt she designed.
She went to look at the trademark again and found that the other party had left nothing.
Thinking about it, if she even uses her trademark, then the other party can only wait for the infringement to be held accountable, but she will not let the other party go.
Wang Aixiang finally reacted, looked at Chen Lishu and asked worriedly: "Did someone copy us or?"
Chen Lishu shook her head: "Except for the National Cotton Factory, I have never shown my appearance to anyone else."
If it's not a problem on her end, it must be on the Chinese cotton factory's end.
And from what the other party said, it was as much as she wanted. It had only been about a week since she made the order. It is impossible for an individual to have such great productivity as a national cotton factory.
"Sister Feng, I can tell you clearly that the person who is looking for you is doing this under my guise. I am planning to sell cultural shirts, but I haven't started yet. I think the other party is trying to make time. I want to thank you.
Your reminder, but I have to trouble you to follow me to the National Cotton Factory."
Sister Feng didn't expect things to turn out like this, so she nodded hurriedly: "No problem, I'll go with you right away."
Afraid of any conflict, Chen Lishu called Wang Dazhu again, and the three of them left the store together.
Zhao Hong cried for a while, and her mood gradually stabilized. No matter what 'briquettes' said, she still had a little extravagant hope in her heart, so she wiped her face and got up. She was going to go to the Lu family to inquire about the situation.
"You broom star, you still have the nerve to come. Look at what you have done to our family. My good son is gone. Now that I have left you, why are you seducing my son? You are a shameless bastard.
The little whore!”
As soon as Mother Lu saw her figure, she rushed towards her as if she were an enemy.
Originally, the family had always thought that Lu Chengming and Zhao Hong had eloped. Although they had not contacted each other in the past two years, and occasionally scolded them for being unconscionable and not writing letters, they never thought that such a good living person would disappear!
"Mom, the police haven't found the body yet, maybe Cheng Ming is still alive." Zhao Hong felt a little unsure after saying this.
It was such a cold day when she was thrown into the river, and Lu Chengming was not good at water. However, the police searched for several days but could not find the body, which gave her a little more extravagant hope.
"Don't call me mom. It's you who are shameless and made our family Cheng Ming die in disgrace. I insist on making you look good today!" Mother Lu said, raising her hand and scratching her face.
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Zhao Hong had a hard time in the mental hospital for the past two years. She was very haggard. In addition, she felt guilty, so she allowed Mother Lu to beat and scold her without fighting back.
After all, the people around them couldn't stand it and reluctantly pulled the two away.