booktalesy Chapter 81: The Underhanded Tactic Fails
Chapter 81: The Underhanded Tactic Fails
几分钟前。
In her bedroom, Song Qingning had just finished showering and changed into a loose cartoon pajama. Her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders, and she had an ice pop in her mouth.
Just as I was about to lie in bed and scroll through my phone, I caught a glimpse of the scene at the entrance of the residential complex through the window.
A black Porsche Cayenne was parked on the side of the road. Zhou Minghui was leaning against the car door, and Lin Bei was standing opposite him. The two of them were talking.
Song Qingning pulled the popsicle out of her mouth and leaned over the windowsill to look down.
Because they were too far away, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
But she saw Zhou Minghui take out a piece of paper and hand it to Lin Bei.
Lin Bei didn't answer, but said a few words.
Then he turned around and went into the residential area.
Zhou Minghui stood there alone, the piece of paper crumpled into a ball.
Song Qingning propped herself up on the windowsill, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Lin Bei:
What did that guy surnamed Zhou want from you just now?
What does he want now?
Lin Bei quickly replied:
"Nothing much, just chatting."
Song Qingning looked at the screen and frowned slightly.
to chat with?
What's there for Lin Bei and Zhou Minghui to talk about?
Furthermore, is driving a Porsche to the entrance of a residential area and blocking people's way considered chatting?
But Song Qingning knew that if Lin Bei didn't want to talk about something, she wouldn't get it out of him even if she asked, so she could only reply with:
That person is really annoying, you should stay away from him.
Lin Bei quickly replied with an "Mm."
Song Qingning placed her phone on the bedside table; the popsicle was already half melted.
She looked down and found that the popsicle stick she was holding was covered in sticky sugar syrup.
Song Qingning threw the popsicle in her hand directly into the trash can and took out a tissue to wipe her hands.
Then, she picked up her phone again and looked at the "hmm" on the screen.
I originally wanted to do something else.
He typed a few words, then deleted them, shoved his phone next to his pillow, pulled the blanket over himself, and curled up like a silkworm cocoon.
However, in her heart, she had already cursed Zhou Minghui eight hundred times.
……
When Lin Bei got home, he washed up in the bathroom and threw his sweaty clothes from driving practice into the washing machine.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and his left eyelid suddenly twitched.
The old man said that a twitching left eye means good fortune, while a twitching right eye means bad luck, but he didn't believe it.
But he trusts Zhou Minghui and won't easily admit defeat.
Today at the entrance of the residential area, I was humiliated by him so much. Given Zhou Minghui's rich second-generation personality, he definitely won't let it go so easily.
Lin Bei lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, mentally reviewing all the possible moves Zhou Minghui might make.
Should we hire someone to beat him up?
That's too low-class and doesn't fit the character of a rich kid at all.
Moreover, the news about Chen Junrong should have already spread, and Zhou Minghui wouldn't be foolish enough to use the same method.
Is pressure being exerted through Su Qianqian's father?
That's possible, but Su Maoyuan is currently on a business trip out of town and won't be back for a while.
That leaves only one option—investigate his shop.
The category of sexy lingerie is inherently prone to being nitpicked as a gray area.
As long as you find a reason to report it, the industry and commerce bureau will come knocking on your door.
At best, the products will be rectified and removed from shelves; at worst, the store will be shut down.
Lin Bei turned over and closed his eyes.
Fortunately, when he sought cooperation with Boss Wu, he made sure that the other party was a legitimate factory with quality inspection reports for all batches.
He even spent an entire afternoon making copies of every single one and bringing them back.
At the time, Boss Wu said he was doing something unnecessary.
In retrospect, this unnecessary step might have saved a life.
……
Zhou Minghui is not someone who easily admits defeat.
The previous evening at the entrance of the residential area, Lin Bei mocked me to my face for having a "small mindset".
After returning to the hotel, he smashed a corner of the crystal ashtray on the coffee table.
Zhou Minghui sat on the sofa and thought about the whole thing over and over again for a long time.
Lin Bei is a man who is impervious to both soft and hard tactics; money can't buy him anything, and threats can't intimidate him.
The only breakthrough was his online store.
The category of sexy lingerie is inherently in a gray area; once a loophole is found, the industry and commerce authorities can shut down the store directly.
He didn't believe that a small Taobao shop could be completely clean; there would always be loopholes.
So, early the next morning.
Zhou Minghui then instructed his subordinates to call the Industry and Commerce Bureau to report the matter, posing as "consumers."
The reason for the complaint is that "the underwear sold by Beifeng Store is of substandard quality, made of inferior materials, and poses a risk of skin allergies."
The wording was professional, and the tone was sincere; he sounded like an innocent consumer who had been scammed by inferior underwear.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Two people in business uniforms knocked on Lin Bei's door.
When Lin Jianjun opened the door and saw the other party show his law enforcement credentials, his expression immediately changed.
He had worked in an auto parts factory for most of his life and had rarely seen anyone in uniform come to his door.
My first thought was, "Is it my son? Has he gotten into some trouble outside?"
Su Ruolan stood at the kitchen doorway, holding a spatula in her hand, nervously watching the two strangers at the door.
She wanted to step forward and explain, but she didn't dare to interrupt.
"Is Lin Bei here?"
"Someone reported that his shop on Taobao was selling substandard products, and we need to investigate in accordance with the law."
The law enforcement officers unfolded the complaint form and handed it to Lin Jianjun.
Lin Jianjun took the paper, but before he could even read its contents, he heard Lin Bei's voice behind him:
"Dad, I'll handle it."
Lin Bei came out of the bedroom, holding a folder in his hand.
He placed the folder on the coffee table, opened it, and arranged the materials inside one by one according to their numbers.
Copies of the original and duplicate of the business license, tax registration certificate, quality inspection reports for each batch of goods purchased, fabric composition test reports, and a copy of Mr. Wu's factory production license...
They were arranged in chronological order, each with a note indicating the batch number and the corresponding product link.
Although Mr. Wu's factory is not large, it has always been managed in a standardized manner.
All products undergo a complete quality inspection process from fabric entry to garment exit, and test reports and samples are kept for each batch.
When Lin Bei went to sign the contract, he spent an entire afternoon making copies of all the quality inspection documents and bringing them back.
At the time, Boss Wu thought that Lin Bei was just making a fuss over nothing, and even said that no one would check this thing all year round.
Lin Bei smiled but didn't explain.
But this "unnecessary step" saved him today.
Law enforcement officers carefully checked each report and also logged into the business registration system to verify the authenticity of the business licenses and tax registrations.
The batch number on the quality inspection report corresponds exactly to the sample label, and the fabric composition test results are exactly the same as the description on the store page.
All passed.
The lead law enforcement officer returned the documents to Lin Bei, closed the folder, and stood up.
"Sorry to bother you, someone reported that there is a problem with your store's products. We are verifying this according to our procedures."
"Since all the paperwork is in order, there's no problem."
His tone had changed from businesslike when he entered to polite and apologetic.