Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Li Qingcheng's heart was full of turmoil, and seeing his elder brother in pain, he didn't know what to say.

At one moment he sympathized with him, at another moment he felt that he deserved it.

Then at a certain moment, he suddenly remembered something. Since Secretary Song is his sister-in-law, isn't Song Chenchen his nephew?

God, look what a big deal he knows.

He secretly glanced at Li Baihan, if he told him now that Song Chenchen suffered from blood coagulation disorder, would his brother die in grief and apologize?
Li Qingcheng hesitated.

"Brother, does Secretary Song know that you already know that she is sister-in-law?"

Li Baihan frowned, finally lowered his eyelids, and said softly: "She doesn't know, I didn't tell her, but last night..."

"What happened last night?" Li Qingcheng felt that his brother's sudden depression must have happened last night, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly started tormenting himself again.

Li Baihan stared at the texture of the carpet, and told Li Qingcheng what happened last night, Li Qingcheng frowned.

"Did Miao Yiren know that Secretary Song is the sister-in-law, so she deliberately said something so plausible, so that the sister-in-law misunderstood you?" Li Qingcheng has always disliked Miao Yiren, and always feels evil when looking at her.

Li Baihan smiled wryly, "She was right. It was indeed me who hurt Weiwei together with her back then. Regardless of whether I had any intentions or not, I was the one who caused her to fall off the cliff and almost disappear."

Li Qingcheng was anxious when he heard that, "Then what are you going to do? Just give up like this?"

What about his little nephew?
He didn't understand why his sister-in-law returned to his elder brother before, but now thinking about his nephew's illness, he finally understood that his sister-in-law came back to save his nephew.

Li Baihan was dazed for a while, his confused expression gradually became firm, "I will not give up, I will do everything to make her accept me and fall in love with me again."

Li Qingcheng shuddered all over, bitter at his brother's nasty words, but seeing that he didn't intend to give up, he was relieved.

As for Song Chenchen's illness, he had better find a suitable time to tell him another day, so as not to be double-stimulated, and he would be devastated.

After Li Baihan made up his mind and wouldn't give up even if he stalked him, he regained his composure, and seeing that Li Qingcheng seemed to have something on his mind, he said, "What are you looking for?"

Li Qingcheng straightened his face, calmed down his thoughts, and said, "It's okay, I can't get through to your phone number, I'm worried that you have something to do, so I'll take a look."

Li Baihan stood up, his body shook a bit, Li Qingcheng quickly reached out to support him, and seeing his pale face, he said, "Brother, you know what's going on with your body, if you keep doing this to death, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up." Go back to sister-in-law and finish playing."

Li Baihan looked at him with his head tilted, his gaze became a little sharper, Li Qingcheng smiled at him embarrassingly, and said to himself that you would be fierce to me, if you have the ability to be fierce in front of your sister-in-law.

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Miao Yiren didn't get half of the benefits from Li Baihan. When she returned to the apartment, she was so angry that she smashed the things in the house and fell down in the messy living room.

Tears rolled down, why did everyone force her, what did she do wrong?
Song Weiyi blames this bitch. If she hadn't appeared, she and Li Baihan would have been engaged. How could the Song Group be on the verge of bankruptcy with its backing of a hundred-year-old family like the Li family?

She hates!

Strong hatred burst out in her eyes, Song Weiyi, you make me feel bad, and I will definitely not make you feel good.

Song Weiwei slept until mid-afternoon when her phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated. She picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button, "Manager Qin, what's wrong?"

Manager Qin's voice was very low, and the surroundings were very empty and quiet, "Mr. Song, something happened. The bags we ordered from the headquarters this time were mixed with fake goods."

Song Weiwei suddenly became sober, she sat up with a bang, her voice was obviously tense, "What's going on?"

"Today, a customer came to pick up the bag ordered a month ago. I went to the warehouse to get it. At that time, I felt that the bag didn't feel right in my hand. I was afraid that I was suspicious, so I checked the bag. The quality of the bag It's almost a fake, but the code of the goods is not the same as the code sent by the headquarters." Manager Qin whispered.

"I was afraid that there would be problems with the sale of this bag, so I found a reason to dismiss the customer. The customer waited for more than a month, but naturally he refused. The silk scarf barely satisfied that guest."

Song Weiwei's expression was solemn, "You are right to handle this. You should keep this matter a secret. Don't let anyone know. I'll go over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Song Weiwei went to the bathroom to take care of herself, and went out with her bag.

Since she took over C's counter, this kind of thing has not happened. If the high imitation bags leak out of the counter, the consequences will be disastrous.

She rushed to the counter of C's house. Manager Qin welcomed her into the VIP room. There were more than a dozen bags on the coffee table. She frowned, "Are these fakes?"

"Yes," Manager Qin felt worried when he saw that her expression turned ugly in an instant, "I checked them one by one, and the codes didn't match up, and..."

Song Weiwei heard her hesitation, she said in a deep voice: "Don't hesitate, just say something."

Manager Qin hurriedly said: "And these bags are not from the same batch, that is to say, we may have unintentionally sold the high imitation goods before."

Song Weiwei pursed her red lips tightly, but she was not in a hurry to lose her temper. The matter has already happened, and now I can only solve the problem first, "Go and get the order form, first find out the batches of these packages, and check what other counters have. There are no high-quality imitations, and then recover the bags that have been sold out, and try to minimize the big things."

Manager Qin was confused at first, but after hearing that Song Weiwei was clear-headed and calm, she also calmed down, "Yes, I will do it quietly right away."

Song Weiwei called her to stop, "Wait a minute, check with the cabinet sisters who are receiving the goods from the headquarters. If the goods sent by the headquarters are all right, then there is something wrong with our internal personnel. Let's find out this mouse first."

Manager Qin's heart was shocked, and seeing Song Weiwei's sharp eyebrows, she nodded quickly. She should go to other counters to see if there are any high imitation goods.

Song Weiwei sat on the creamy white sofa, picked up the bag on the coffee table and looked at it carefully. The luxury goods she usually comes into contact with are jade, and she is very clear about the texture of different jade qualities, and she can tell the real from the fake by touching it.

But at the moment, this kind of leather luxury goods is a bit of a layman's meaning. She didn't see the difference, but felt that the high imitation leather was a little harder.

Therefore, she admired Manager Qin very much. She was able to take the position of manager. Her taste and vision were by no means vulgar. But how did these high imitation bags flow into the warehouse?

When Manager Qin came back, Song Weiwei had already found out all the batches of bags that had flowed out against the reservation list, and marked them with a red pen.

Fortunately, the customer's name and phone number are on the reservation form, so it is not difficult to get it back.

Seeing Manager Qin open the door and come in, Song Weiwei rubbed her sore neck and looked up at her, "How is it? Is there any problem with other counters?"

Manager Qin shook his head, "We are the largest counter in Beicheng. If there are other counters that have customers ordering popular items, they will be able to book through our counter. I checked their recent pre-ordered items, and they still haven't arrived halfway. "

Song Weiwei keenly grasped the meaning in her words, "Did they make it together?"

"Well, we ordered them together, but some popular models take three to six months, while others take about a month. The most recently arrived models are here, Mr. Song, did you find anything?"

Song Weiwei pushed the reservation book in front of her, "I just sorted out the list of these customers, you immediately call up the goods from other places, go to the door and exchange the high imitation goods with the customer, and give a small gift as a token of appreciation." apology."

Manager Qin thought for a while, "A small gift, is C's hand cream okay?"

Song Weiwei frowned, "No, hand cream is too cheap, so prepare a silk scarf that costs about 3000 yuan. Anyway, this is our mistake, and we can't justify it."

It is definitely a scandal that the high imitation bag leaked out of the counter. If there is a big trouble and it is poked at the headquarters, the consequences will be very serious. It is better to appease the customers who got the high imitation goods now. One thing more is worse than one thing less.

"Okay, I see, that ghost..."

Song Weiwei frowned, this matter is definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface, "First find out how the high-quality counterfeit goods flowed into the warehouse, and then follow the vines, and naturally we can find out this insider ghost."

Manager Qin saw the ruthlessness that flashed across Song Weiwei's face, and a chill rose in her heart. She was usually kind and kind, but if something happened to her, she would never tolerate it.

"Manager Qin, do you have any doubts?" After all, Song Weiwei is a hands-off shopkeeper. After taking over the agency, she has never touched anyone arranged by her second brother before, so she doesn't know much about the employees.

Manager Qin was in a difficult situation for a while, "President Song, what should I say?"

Song Weiwei narrowed her eyes, "You just say it's okay."

As the boss, Manager Qin had to establish a good relationship with the cabinet sisters under him in addition to daily affairs. Before the accident, she thought everyone was innocent and kind, but after the accident, she felt that everyone was suspicious.

After hearing what she said, Song Weiwei felt that Manager Qin was a bad person. She frowned, looked at the pile of fake goods in front of her, and said, "Don't hide this matter."

Manager Qin froze for a moment, "What?"

Song Weiwei's initial thought was to catch the ghost, quietly replace the high-quality counterfeit goods, and then compensate the customers whose interests were damaged with small gifts, so as to expose the matter.

But at this moment she changed her mind, this matter happened strangely, the other party was plotting against her intentionally, if she didn't respond quickly, she was afraid that she would be at a disadvantage, when things would get bigger and the situation would be out of control, it would be even more difficult for her to deal with it.

Song Weiwei ignored Manager Qin's questioning eyes. She took out her mobile phone and made a call, and the other end was quickly connected, "Song Song, what do you want me to do?"

Song Weiwei quickly explained her purpose, "Second brother, do you know Zha Lang's reporter?"

"What do you want the reporter to do? Hold a press conference? Are you finally fed up and want to expose what the scumbag did six years ago?" Song Yuanzhuo's voice was full of schadenfreude.

The corner of Song Weiwei's mouth twitched, she turned her head to look at Manager Qin, and said in a low voice, "No, something happened at the counter, please help me contact the reporter."

Song Yuanzhuo frowned, "What happened in the counter?"

Song Weiwei was afraid that he would be worried, so she told him exactly what she had found about the counterfeit goods, and also told him how she planned to solve it.

Song Yuanzhuo had a sullen expression, and tapped his fingers on the armrest. The assistant standing opposite him knew that some people were going to be unlucky when they saw his expression.

"I see, you just do what you want, as for the ghosts who eat inside and outside, ha ha!"

Through the radio waves, Song Weiwei could hear the murderous look in his tone, before she had time to say anything, her brother had already hung up on her.

Song Yuanzhuo slapped the phone on the table with such force that the screen was shattered directly. The assistant was so frightened that his legs gave way and he almost knelt down for his young master.

"President Song, what happened?"

Song Yuanzhuo had a cold face, "You immediately send someone to check the details of all the cabinet sisters. Who have they come into contact with recently, especially if something happened at home, I want to see who dares to break ground on Tai Sui."

The assistants fought, "I'll do it right away."

After the assistant left, a gleam flashed in Song Yuanzhuo's eyes. He worked desperately to climb to his current position. If he couldn't even protect Song Song, he would have worked so hard for so many years in vain.

Song Weiwei knew that to deal with these high imitation goods, she couldn't deal with them quietly, but the bigger the noise, the better.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Weiwei attended the press conference wearing C's haute couture. She had exquisite makeup and a small fragrant coat. Under the long guns and short guns, she looked noble and elegant.

Song Weiwei stood on the stage, receiving the baptism of everyone's eyes. She picked up the microphone, first thanked the media friends who were present, then introduced her identity, and then asked people to bring up the high-quality imitation bags that had been cleaned up.

She explained to everyone on the spot the difference between authentic luxury bags and high-quality imitations, but she never mentioned the fact that high-quality imitations were mixed into their counters.

The reporters kept taking pictures and asking questions, and Song Weiwei answered them all with a very cooperative attitude.

Song Yuanzhuo came in quietly through the back door, and when he saw Song Weiwei, who was dazzling under the spotlight, he was worried that she would not be able to handle this kind of scene, but he was relieved to see that she was able to handle it with ease.

After answering the reporter's question, Song Weiwei said: "As the agent of the C family in Asia, we reject high imitations and A products. Now I burn these high imitation bags in front of all reporters and friends to defend the top luxury. Authentic dignity."

Her words were loud and loud, and the reporters applauded enthusiastically.

Song Weiwei looked around, then threw all the high imitation bags into the iron bucket, poured some alcohol into it, and lit these high imitation bags on the spot.

The sound of "click" was endless. Song Weiwei watched the high imitation bag turn into ashes. When she looked up, she saw Song Yuanzhuo who was sitting at the back of the reporter. She nodded slightly.

That night, a trending search quickly occupied the headlines of Weibo, and the topic #C家责任考试支持正品# quickly became popular all over the Internet, and netizens in the square heard about it.

For Song Weiwei's approach, netizens have mixed opinions, and some people complain that she is rich and powerful, and they don't know how much money they have earned for helping Haoqiang.

Naturally, some people support Song Weiwei's approach. The reason why high-end luxury brands are high-end is because they are expensive and because they are few. If the streets are full of high-end imitations, then the bags they spend a year or two to save money to buy will become worthless .

And when everyone was discussing this matter intensely, Miao Yiren also came across this trending search. Seeing that her carefully arranged situation was resolved by Song Weiwei, she was so angry that she smashed her phone.