We are all reborn, who will be your control group?

Wen Qin felt that what Qingqing said about her being the heroine of the novel seemed particularly real at this time.

Isn't it too common for her to encounter someone who is sick when she goes out and likes to get mad at her?

Except An An, who didn't know that these words were mocking her own mother, she still drooled over the beautiful bow on the glass cabinet.

Zhang Lingling and Wen Qin had both turned around and looked at the door.

Judging from the spy's voice just now, Wen Qin thought it would be a rich lady, but she didn't expect it to be a young man with slicked hair and powdered face.

His slightly long hair was combed to a shiny finish, obviously with a lot of hair oil on it, and it was a traitor's hair style with a middle part.

Although the weather was a bit cool, most people were still wearing short-sleeved long skirts or short-sleeved long pants, but he was wearing a three-piece suit, even with a bow tie.

Wen Qin couldn't help but take a look at his greasy hair, thinking that maybe his scalp was too oily due to the heat and he couldn't show it to others, so he put on hair oil?

Zhang Lingling's face turned unhappy.

"Manager Zhang, what do you mean?"

The guy who seemed to have the surname Zhang smiled when he heard Zhang Lingling say that. "I've told you many times that we were one family five hundred years ago. It wasn't just before. Maybe we're still related. Just call me brother, don't be so polite."

Wen Qin couldn't help but turned her head and glanced at the wall.

Zhang Lingling immediately ignored Manager Zhang and patted Wen Qin on the back: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly feeling sick?"

Wen Qin waved her hand: "No, it's too oily, I can't help it."

The direction Wen Qin was waving was pointing at Manager Zhang.

Although he didn't know what a greasy man was, Wen Qin's expression and actions clearly showed her disdain, so there was no need for any further explanation.

He pointed at Wen Qin almost immediately and said, "Boss Zhang, I am your big customer, and you let someone insult me ​​like this. I'm putting it this way, it's either me or him. If you still want me to continue doing business with you, kick him out right now."

Manager Zhang pointed at Wen Qin's hand and even raised his index finger.

An An, who was watching the butterflies over there, finally noticed that something was wrong with her aunt and mother, and immediately came over to hug Wen Qin's thighs: "What's wrong with mom?"

Wen Qin took An An's hand and walked inside, and gently comforted the little guy: "It's okay, you saw something dirty and it hurt your eyes."

"Hurt your eyes?" An An asked curiously, "Then why did you vomit?"

Wen Qin almost couldn't hold back her laughter. Zhang Lingling's shoulders also trembled. She said to Wen Qin, "There is a reception room inside where you can sit for a while. Take An An and Xin Xin there to have some rest. I'll come over after I finish my work here."

After saying that, he turned to Manager Zhang with a stern face and said, "Manager Zhang seems to have forgotten that your company signed a contract with us. If Manager Zhang does not want to continue doing business with us, then pay the penalty for breach of contract. Let's end it once and for all."

Manager Zhang had never expected Zhang Lingling to have such an attitude, and immediately felt his face burning: "Okay, okay, liquidated damages. This is the first time someone dares to ask our company for liquidated damages. Just wait and see if your little shop can afford the liquidated damages."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Wen Qin really couldn't understand how someone could combine the feelings of a greasy man and a crossdresser so perfectly?

"Who is this?" Wen Qin couldn't help but ask after seeing the person leave.

She still doesn't understand why she is a country bumpkin and deserves to be ridiculed.

Zhang Lingling casually took a hydrangea made of various scraps of cloth from the cupboard for An An to play with, then poured a glass of water for Wen Qin, then sat down next to her and said, "You know, the country now encourages people to start their own companies and do business. Manager Zhang is the purchasing manager of a large clothing factory in Nanfang. Factories nowadays are also fun. They don't have section chiefs. Office workers learn from foreigners to have managers and general managers."

Wen Qin was not surprised at all that people from Nanguan would appear in this kind of business, but before, people went to Nanguan to import those "imported garbage" to exchange for new clothes, but now, people from Nanguan have come to the capital to buy new clothes.

"If they are a large factory, your store's output would not be able to keep up, right?" Wen Qin was a little curious.

“They bought our designs.”

Zhang Lingling's words surprised Wen Qin: "Someone has come to buy the copyright now?"

Zhang Lingling was obviously prepared for Wen Qin's reaction.

"In fact, we didn't understand it at first. The clothes looked good. We understood them and made them ourselves. We had never heard that styles could also make money."

The story actually started a long time ago.

At the beginning, Zhang Lingling's tailor shop only served students' parents.

Zhang Lingling has good designs, good craftsmanship, and fast delivery. She quickly gained a good reputation among parents.

In the beginning, everyone was doing the same thing, processing materials supplied by clients, and making nothing more than school uniforms, work clothes, and the like.

Zhang Lingling earns her money through hard work.

However, she did not cut corners or reduce her craftsmanship. In addition, she listened to Gui Qiu's opinions and designed a lot of beautiful clothes for herself, which she wore every day while sitting in the store.

Zhang Lingling is not too old, has not given birth yet, and has a great figure. In addition, she has kept herself clean and fair during her stay in the capital. With a little work, she doesn't look like a tailor. She looks like a store model.

After a while, it will not only attract regular customers, but also many passers-by will be attracted in.

Many people began to specifically ask for the style she was wearing.

After a long time, the fame spread.

At first, because there was a restaurant next to it, the business was affected a bit. Later, we moved here and had upstairs and downstairs. The place was bigger, the smell was not so strong, and there were no noisy children. The business became unstoppable.

Naturally, as the business was good, some people imitated it, but it didn’t take long before the big-hat guys came to the door.

Anyway, many departments wear big hats as uniforms, and Zhang Lingling couldn’t explain it clearly, so she asked her whether she needed to apply for copyright. If others used the clothes she designed for commercial purposes, they would have to give her a share of the money.

Zhang Lingling didn't quite believe it at first, but based on the principle of just following orders when the big hat comes, she chose to apply for copyright.

But after a few months, there was a large sum of money in the bank account.

The imperial capital carried out a targeted special operation, and not only some tailors, but also other craftsmen whose ideas, minds, and skills were stolen received the money.

Only then did everyone realize that the so-called copyright protection was actually serious.

Then some big companies came to buy the "copyright".

This so-called Manager Zhang appeared in Lingling Women's Clothing at this time.