Fan Bingwei froze: "What's going on, tell me clearly."
"Boss, we have been tricked. Someone just bought a batch of goods from us at a high price. Do you still remember the order I sent you on your mobile phone? That batch of goods is very important to us, and now overseas companies are chasing us.
We want goods!"
"What? Didn't you say you're not in a hurry?"
"They said they were not in a hurry to get it, but they didn't say they didn't want it. Now we suddenly can't deliver the goods and they want us to pay compensation!"
He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He answered a few times and hung up the phone.
After taking a look at Yang Tian, could it be related to this kid?
Lin Xue asked doubtfully: "Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you?"
"No, it's okay. There's something wrong with the company."
Yang Tian sneered in his heart, this is just an appetizer, the main event is probably not here yet.
At this time, Fan Bingwei's cell phone was ringing wildly again, with text messages coming one after another.
The phone is also ringing frantically: "There is a problem with the clothing materials of your Nile Foreign Trade. If you give us 800,000 yuan worth of goods, all of them will have to be reworked. We will be compensated for time delays and breach of contract fees!"
"Fan Bingwei, I didn't expect you to be so cunning and pass off inferior goods as good ones. I'm telling you, don't even want the money!"
"Boss, please read the news! We seem to be in a big trouble! Now all the media are reporting that there is a big problem with the clothes supplied by our Nile Company. Our company's stock has plummeted! It's almost reaching the limit!"
Fan Bingwei quickly looked through the text messages again. Each message was filled with incredible news.
"The goods sold by Nile Company are actually fake."
"Digital Dynamics is creating public opinion and making one-sided negative comments about the negative image of our Nile Company."
In an instant, it seemed that all Fan Bingwei's bad luck in starting a company in the past ten years had erupted at this moment.
Banks are calling for debts, their brands have problems, and several major customers have all stopped purchasing.
The clothes sold were involved in copyright issues, and even threatening and intimidating text messages came.
The most important issue here is the copyright issue of the company's clothing designs.
Fan Bingwei is mainly engaged in foreign trade of clothing, and the domestic market is not big, so for some clothes, he directly asks designers to copy the designs.
Now that their plagiarism has been exposed, several companies have even joined forces to sue them.
I'm done!
Fan Bingwei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his face turned as white as a piece of paper.
At this rate, if the development of the situation cannot be stabilized, he will not only go bankrupt and liquidate, but also go to jail and others will not be able to do what he wants.
Seeing that he had so many things on his mind, Lin Xue didn't bother him for a while.
When his cell phone stopped, Lin Xue asked doubtfully: "Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you? There's something wrong with your face."
"When will your investment arrive?"
Fan Bingwei's whole body was shocked: "Let's talk about cooperation later."
"Ah, Mr. Fan, you just promised me, why are you going back on your word now?"
Lin Xue was shocked and angry. Was her romantic partner telling her this just to have a meal with her?
Isn't this a joke?
Yang Tian said coldly from the side: "Xiaoxue, don't pay attention to him. Maybe his company has gone bankrupt and he has no money to invest in you."
Fan Bingwei looked at Yang Tian again, his eyes full of disbelief.
In just about half an hour, all the bad news came to him.
There must be someone behind this matter, probably because of the initial order.
And Yang Tian seems to have been saying that his company is going to end.