I think this sad "truth" is more responsible than that "hypocritical" lie.
"Welcome, friends from a foreign country..."
In the famous Norwegian Mall in France, we walked into a fashionable and casual men's clothing store, and the salesperson welcomed us politely in English.
Han Yichen is the chairman of the Tang Group. He doesn't have a few free days a year, let alone a vacation. The clothes for this trip are also more formal.
However, Mrs. Rodin, whom he had originally made an appointment with, went to the United States on a business trip due to something unexpected and would not be able to come back until two days later.
Therefore, we planned to spend a few more days in France. We couldn't do it wearing formal clothes all day long, so we went to the mall to go shopping.
Han Yichen took a fancy to a suit, and the salesperson explained: "This is Robu, a newly launched men's clothing brand in Italy. Sir, would you like to try it?"
I took a closer look and said: "What I came across is British elegance style. The elegant tailoring lines are quite good. It's a pity. Should I consider changing the fabric?"
The breathability of this kind of fabric is slightly poor, and the comfort is greatly reduced. It cannot be used as high-rise clothing, and such a good design is wasted."
Han Yichen touched it and asked me, "Don't you think this design looks familiar?"
I thought about it carefully and said, "Doesn't it look familiar?"
"This is a defective product that was destroyed by Down syndrome last year. Unexpectedly, it was packaged as an Italian brand and entered a large shopping mall that is well-known at home and abroad like Norway Mall?"
I was stunned for a moment. Tang's produces countless garments every year, and there are also a huge number of defective products due to various reasons.
Therefore, there is a department specifically responsible for destroying defective products, which destroys clothing of substandard quality to prevent it from leaving the market and causing market disorder.
I was really impressed by what Han Yichen said, so I asked: "Are you sure?"
"Before each style is confirmed for production, I will look at the sample drawing and sign it. Am I wrong about Tang's design? After taking the picture, I will check this matter carefully after returning to China?"
The salesperson couldn't understand the Chinese we spoke, but she stopped me from taking pictures and said apologetically: "Sorry, miss, we don't allow taking pictures here."
Han Yichen could no longer contain his anger. He pointed at the clothes of that brand and said, "I want them all..."
He handed over a card coolly, and the salesperson was a little stunned. In an instant, he was regarded as a distinguished guest.
Unexpectedly, he failed to accomplish his original serious task, and instead accidentally discovered that someone in the company was deceiving his superiors and selling defective products?
This made Han Yichen, a workaholic, no longer interested in romantic affairs. He didn't bother to wait for Mrs. Luo Dan to return to China, so he went back directly.
This makes me a little disappointed and I don’t want to go back to China yet!
He seemed to see my disappointment and comforted me: "Don't be like this, I will take you out to play again later."
The incident happened suddenly. Not only Han Yichen was a little surprised, I was also shocked.
The people enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Seine here tonight may be lovers from a foreign country, who have traveled thousands of miles to experience the romantic atmosphere of Paris. They are all in pairs, and there is a hormonal atmosphere everywhere.
We really couldn't let it go. Some people booed and said, "Tell your wife your vows as solemnly as when you propose marriage."
Proposal? Where is the proposal? If there is, it is what I asked for.
Han Yichen looked at me and I looked at him, our eyes met, but I didn't know how to respond?
Seeing that we had not made any move for a long time, a man from an unknown country shouted: "Oh, I heard that China is very conservative in love. They regard kissing in public and talking to their wives as a very shameful thing."
Someone echoed and laughed and said: "Oh, my God, Chinese people don't understand love so much."
There was also a big American man who immediately kissed the sexy lips of the female companion next to him and said a little provocatively: "Beautiful girl, you need my passionate kiss...Chinese people are worried about even kissing."
After hearing this, Han Yichen laughed lightly and said, "No, no, no, we Chinese don't have to worry about kissing..."
As he spoke, he held my chin, kissed me gently on the lips, and explained: "But, you don't understand the story between me and my wife. We have an idiom in China called 'childhood sweethearts'."
This is my unique Chinese literature, and you may not be able to understand this word. I met my wife when I was ten years old, and she was five years old that year. It has been twenty years to this day."
The crowd cheered: "Oh, my God..."
"The love of us Chinese men is not just love, but also includes 'responsibility'. You don't understand..."