Chapter 262 Your quality is terrible, give me a refund!

During Ye Wenxi's absence, the clothing company seemed to be on fast-forward.

The mailroom by the entrance was piled high with packages, big and small, wrapped in kraft paper and cloth bags, stacked together.

Several employees, including Wang Yingxue, volunteered to help pick up and send packages.

Inside the workshop, six sewing machines clattered from morning till night, and the technicians' feet were practically sparking with heat.

The cutting board was covered with cut fabric, and the half-finished sleeves, collars, and front panels were stacked neatly.

All the employees on site were busy as if they were in a war zone.

Li Yanyu shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Xiao Zhang, arrange the items that Xiao Wang will be picking up later. Today he took on an errand to pick up fabric and will deliver three items to Harbin on the way."

"Make sure he makes sure he knows the correct address. If he goes to the wrong address again, I won't pay him for the errand."

"Okay!" the technician readily agreed and jogged to the shelf to retrieve the goods from the order form.

Sun Xiaolan leaned over the telephone, answering the call while taking notes in her notebook:

"A navy blue V-neck dress for spring, okay? Would about 20 days be acceptable?"

"Okay, you can tell me the size... bust..."

"We're making a full payment reservation. Let me tell you the bank account number again..."

Before she could finish speaking, the door was pushed open, and Wang Yingxue walked in carrying a stack of packages, her forehead still covered in sweat.

"Sister Xiaolan, another batch has arrived." She put the package on the table. "It seems like quite a lot of clothes were sent back."

"Please wait a moment..." Sun Xiaolan said into the phone, then covered the receiver and looked up at Wang Yingxue, shouting:

"Don't mix up the clothes that were sent back, Xiaoxue. Find a separate shelf on your rack and put the returned clothes there. I'll check what's going on after I finish this call."

"Yes~" Wang Yingxue replied.

A moment later

Sun Xiaolan hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Xiaoxue, get a pair of scissors, let's take these apart and take a look."

Wang Yingxue nodded, found a pair of scissors, and took one apart.

Inside was a piece of clothing that had been sent back, along with a note.

She looked down at the note, her brows slowly furrowing.

The note clearly stated: "Your quality is terrible, give me a refund." Bank account details...

"Sister Xiaolan," she looked up and handed over the clothes and note in her hand.

Sun Xiaolan took it, and her expression changed.

Poor quality? That shouldn't be the case. Their products strictly adhere to the quality control standards set by Li Yanyu and Zhang Yunxia.

From fabric warehousing to cutting, sewing and ironing, every step of the process is inspected and strictly controlled at every stage.

We've had some items sent back for resizing before, but no one has ever reported any quality issues or requested a refund.

Sun Xiaolan looked at the note; it contained only this one sentence and did not explain the specific problem.

She picked up the garment and examined it closely.

Upon closer inspection, his expression changed even more.

"These clothes aren't right! These aren't our clothes," Sun Xiaolan exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing the commotion, everyone put down what they were doing and gathered around.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Sun Xiaolan handed over the clothes in her hands: "Look, did we make these?"

Several technicians gathered around and examined it from all angles.

The fabric is wrong. The stitching is wrong. The neckline's curve is wrong. The waistline is not fitted properly.

Judging from the style, it is clearly the white long dress designed by Ye Wenxi.

"This wasn't made by us." Li Yanyu put on her reading glasses, looked at it carefully, and shook her head.

"The material is two grades worse than the one I ordered, and the stitching is wrong too. Look here, it's all wrinkled."

"But this is clearly Wenxi's style. You can't possibly buy this style anywhere else." With Zhang Yunxia not around, Sun Xiaolan was also undecided.

Ye Wenxi is still on the train back home and cannot be contacted.

They were all a little worried, and Wang Yingxue opened another package.

"Xiaolan!" Her voice changed. "Look at this!"

The crowd gathered around again.

It was a long black cotton coat, a best-selling design by Ye Wenxi, so famous that they could recognize it even with their eyes closed.

However, apart from "looking like it", nothing else was right, not even the buttons were the kind they usually use.

"Check the address, who sent this?" Sun Xiaolan asked, frowning.

Wang Yingxue flipped through the package, looking for the shipping label.

The sender's address on the package was only listed briefly: "Daoli District, Harbin".

There are no streets, no house numbers, and no names.

"Stop tearing it down!" Li Yanyu suddenly exclaimed, quickly stopping everyone.

She stood up, her face more serious than ever before:

"From now on, we are not allowed to open any packages with unclear sender addresses or containing clothing."

"Someone has set us up!" Li Yanyu slammed her clothes on the table, her eyes wide with shock.

Everyone was stunned and stared at her.

On the return train, the soft sleeper compartment was so quiet that only the sound of the wheels rolling over the rails could be heard.

Ye Wenxi was lying on a small table by the window, with a pile of papers spread out in front of her.

I drew half a design draft and wrote half a lecture outline.

Lu Weidong leaned against the bed next to her reading a book, occasionally glancing up at her.

"Still writing?"

"Hmm." Ye Wenxi didn't even look up, the pen tip scratching across the paper.

This time when she goes back, she has to stay in Harbin to do three things:

Firstly, we need to submit this batch of packaging design proposals to the Light Industry Bureau and exchange ideas along the way.

Secondly, she went to the provincial art academy to give a presentation on the topic of "Visual Rules of Fast-Moving Consumer Goods Packaging That Are Easy to Remember." The dean specifically asked her to speak, saying that the students responded enthusiastically and wanted to hear her talk more.

Third, take some time to visit the department store and discuss the matter of moving in.

Lu Weidong leaned against the bunk, watching Ye Wenxi diligently working away, and sighed.

"Stop drawing, take a break. You've been working here ever since we finished eating."

Ye Wenxi didn't even look up: "If I don't paint now, I won't have time to paint when I get back. You know how much work is piling up at the venue."

Lu Weidong looked at Ye Wenxi, who was writing furiously at her desk. Her profile and face were charming, but her focus and effort were even more moving in his eyes.

He closed the book, sat up in bed, stood behind her, and gently brushed aside her long hair with both hands, revealing a section of her fair neck.

Lu Weidong gently leaned down and lightly rubbed his nose against her earlobe, showering her sensitive spots with delicate kisses.

"How about... we do something?"

Ye Wenxi rolled her eyes: "Lu Weidong, I'm on my period right now. Are you going to fight a bloody battle with me?"

Lu Weidong was speechless: "..."

Is this how you use the phrase "fighting bloody battles"?

However, Ye Wenxi put down his pen.

She stretched lazily, put her arm around Lu Weidong who was standing behind her, and looked up at him languidly.

Lu Weidong lowered his head, his gaze falling on the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

The next second, he leaned down and kissed him.

He held the back of her head with his large hand, his thin lips sucking on her lips, his tongue probing inside, their lips and teeth entwined.

"Mmm..." Ye Wenxi murmured softly.

Lu Weidong was spurred on by the sound, and his hand reached down his collar.

Ye Wenxi was pressed backward by him from below.

"Huh!?" Suddenly her eyes widened.

She shoved Lu Weidong away abruptly, exclaiming, "Ouch! That hurts!"

"Ouch... my lower back." She frowned and gently pressed her lower back. "I've been working at my desk for too long, it's a little sore. Can you massage it for me?"

"Come on," Lu Weidong gestured for her to lie face down on the bed.

Lu Weidong pressed the button while asking questions.

"Is this position...comfortable?"

"Ah...slow down." Ye Wenxi exclaimed in surprise.

In the next private room, Chen Yuanchuan had just picked up his teacup when he paused.

Chen Yuanchuan was speechless: "-_-||...I can't book the private room next to theirs anymore."

"Stop pressing! You're using too much force, you're almost breaking my back!" Ye Wenxi's voice came again, huffing and puffing.

Chen Yuanchuan coughed awkwardly.

Ah...a massage.