Chapter 70 - Daily Dose of Strength (1/2)

Chapter 70: Daily Dose of Strength

The customer service officer explained, “Our company clothes are easy to recognize because of their unique markings. Our label is never on the back of the collar, but on the inside of the pockets, so as to not chafe against the nape of the wearer’s neck. Ma’am, this coat of yours is a poor-quality defective good, not even a high-quality imitation.”

“But…” Feng Yao sputtered, face contorted.

“Hear that? Now move aside. How about this coat? Is it real?” Xie Qingqing lifted Tang Qiu’s coat to the camera.

“It is, ma’am. It’s currently our top-trending item, but there’s only one of it in the world. It’s worth 1111000 yuan. You’re lucky to have it.”

“Thank you for your help. I take back what I said about suing you!” Xie Qingqing hung up the video call and raised a brow at Feng Yao. “What are you still hanging around here for? You mocked Tang Qiu for wearing authentic goods, dressed in those inferior goods of yours? Qiu might not want to argue with you, but I won’t let you off so easily.”

The truth of Feng Yao’s malice and vanity began to settle over the crowd.

“Is the Feng family’s business going bankrupt? Why else would Feng Yao be wearing inferior goods?”

“Maybe she’s trying to make up for not being pretty enough. Still, she didn’t have to kick up a fuss and compare her fake clothes with the original. She must be crazy.”

Understanding dawned on Feng Yao: she had been cheated. When she saw everyone staring and pointing at her, she hurled her faux coat on the ground in a rage. That bitch Tang Qiu had humiliated her–and she wouldn’t forget it.

Tang Qiu slipped her coat back on. Meanwhile, Feng Yao scooped her faux coat up and fled–if only so she could toss it into a trash can on her way out. What a waste. Fake or not, that coat was a perfectly functional piece of clothing, and that spoilt girl threw it away just like that.

Xie Qingqing must have picked up on what she was thinking, because she pulled Tang Qiu away before she could retrieve the faux coat. “Aren’t you curious how your husband could afford this coat?” she asked.

“Not really,” Tang Qiu said dismissively. “Who would buy such an expensive coat? The store must have held a promotion to sell it off. My husband’s aide has many connections. He bought this from a friend in the fashion industry.” She was such a prudent spender that it didn’t occur to her that some people would indeed be more than willing to splurge on a designer coat.

Xie Qingqing wasn’t half as thrifty as Tang Qiu. Although her family wasn’t as rich as the Fengs, they were still amongst the upper-middle-class. “QZL is a luxury brand. Have you ever seen their goods mass-produced? I assure you, many people would be willing to buy their clothes, expensive or not–and you’d be insane to think otherwise. If your husband can afford that coat, he isn’t just rich, he has connections. I doubt he had to drain his bank account just to get his hands on it; he’s the young master of the Jiang family, after all.”