The woman paused. Seeing her extraordinary bearing, she cautiously asked, "Who are you?"
When the store opened, Chu Qingwan only made arrangements from behind, so no one knew she was the owner of Nichangfang except for the clerks in the shop and the girls in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Hearing this, she did not reveal her identity, but said: "I am also a customer of Nishangfang. I bought no less than ten sets of dresses, and nothing happened like what the girl said."
"Just now I heard the girl's impassioned speech, and I had doubts, so I briefly checked the clothes the girl mentioned and found some clues."
She didn't tell what the clue was, but asked again: "Girl, did you buy this dress from Nishangfang?"
The woman looked at her warily and said firmly: "Yes, I bought it here."
"That's strange." Chu Qingwan frowned slightly, pretending to be confused, "As far as I know, every piece of clothing in Nishangfang has a number, which is either embroidered on the inside of the cuffs or sewn on the inside of the skirt."
"But I just looked at the girl's clothes, and they don't seem to have any."
The number is Arabic numerals. No one can recognize this dynasty unless they have traveled through time.
A flash of panic flashed across the woman's eyes, and she frowned and said, "Nonsense! You're not a tailor at Nishangfang, how could you know so clearly? Could it be that the shopkeeper hired a shill who was talking nonsense!"
Chu Qingwan looked relaxed: "Wouldn't it be clear if you find someone to check if this is nonsense?"
There happened to be two girls standing nearby wearing neon dresses. Chu Qingwan remembered that this one was on the cuffs, so she asked them to take a look.
The two girls turned their backs to look through it and exclaimed: "It's really there! But what kind of text is this? Why can't I understand it?"
Chu Qingwan said: "This is the exclusive anti-counterfeiting mark of Nishangfang. Others don't understand. Girls, please take a look at the clothes displayed in the shop. Do they all have numbers?"
The two of them ran in quickly and quickly checked about twenty items under the guidance of the waiter. All of them were numbered.
When the woman saw this, she rolled her eyes and moved quietly, trying to catch the fake in her hands, but Chu Qingwan was faster than her.
Chu Qingwan gave the dress to the two girls and asked them to find the number.
However, they wished they could take apart the clothes along the sewing lines, but they didn't see those strange symbols.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the woman sat down on the spot and started shouting: "The shop owner is bullying the customers!"
"Nishangfang refuses to admit that it sells low-quality dresses. It asks someone to act in a show to shirk its responsibilities and bullies a weak woman like me. It's unjust—"
Chu Qingwan walked up to her and said condescendingly: "These clothes are not from Nishangfang. What is the girl's intention of making trouble with something like this?"
"Let me guess, is it because the shop opposite is experiencing bleak business, so they are using this despicable method to ruin the reputation of Nichangfang?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "I have nothing to do with Chu Mansion's shop, don't spit on me with blood!"
Chu Qingwan chuckled: "The shop opposite is gone. Did I say it belongs to Chu Mansion?"
When the woman realized that she had been tricked, she blushed and stopped arguing. She just shouted that Nishangfang had insulted her.
Chu Qingwan said lightly: "In that case, let's go to the Yamen to sort out right and wrong. Shopkeeper, send this girl to Shuntian Mansion and let Mr. Qingtian give her a break."
Seeing the official, she was frightened. When the woman heard this, she immediately stopped wailing, got up, turned around and ran away.
Chu Qingwan grabbed her by the back of the neck and said, "Why are you running? You've poured dirty water on Nishangfang, and the girl thinks running away is the end of it?"
She had practiced boxing and kicking, and was very strong. The woman fell into her hands and could not move, and said anxiously: "Then what do you want?!"
Chu Qingwan curled her lips and smiled so hard that her hair stood on end.