I have to teach the world a lesson

Dim lights illuminated the streets.

Meng Shurong was almost attacked by a group of people.

He knew clearly that these customers were instigated by fellow merchants, but he had no choice.

The phone rang.

Meng Shurong asked his wife to explain outside and went back to answer the phone.

But there was no good news on the phone.

It’s a chargeback requirement.

That was just signed some time ago, an order of 300,000 yuan, and it was a customer of a villa.

yesterday!

They worked overtime to finish cutting the 300,000 yuan worth of goods. They also bought the most expensive heaters and high-end LED lights and waited for the customer's nod to install them.

Then……

Chargeback!

He asked the customer on the phone what the reason was.

"Don't you guys have seven days to return the goods without any reason? Now it's the seventh day. I thought about it and found that the [Wanbang Integrated Ceiling] next door to you is not bad. After thinking about it, I might as well return it..."

"But you paid the deposit..."

"We don't want the one thousand yuan deposit!"

"Aren't you guys in a hurry to install it..."

"Urgent, but someone called us just now and said that your machines are all brand-name machines and false marketing. I went to check and found that your exhaust fan has not passed quality certification..."

"But, what I give you is not that one, but the one on the market..."

"Forget it, it's too troublesome, let's retreat. We don't want to be too long-winded..."

"..."

It's getting noisier outside.

The colleague led a group of people and even shouted.

Similar: "You dare not admit it when you are committing fraud?" "The advertising was so big back then, but now?" "There is no reason to return the goods within seven days, why can't you return it now?" "Return! Return!"

[Obon Integrated Ceiling] Entrance.

Li Aifeng explained while preventing these excited customers from breaking in.

Meng Shurong returned to the room, his face turning blue and purple. After answering the phone, Meng Shurong's face turned red again.

He suddenly grabbed the tea cup next to him and smashed it to the ground.

The teacup broke into pieces and water spilled everywhere.

Zhang Sheng finished eating the instant noodles, looked at the broken tea cup, and listened to the noisy sounds outside.

He frowned.

"Mr. Meng, calm down!"

"Calm down, how can I still be calm now? Things are like this, how can I still be calm? It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone. Can you understand? Everything is gone!"

"..."

"They must have set the fire. Otherwise, how could they have come here so quickly? All of this was premeditated. No, I want to call the police! They must have set the fire!"

"..."

"I understand, yes, I understand. Those big orders were all signed by them. They were all entrusted by them. No wonder it went so smoothly when signing such big orders. I never thought about it at the time. Haha, that’s it, they are going to destroy my integrated ceiling!”

"..."

Meng Shurong was panting, and the huge blow had made him lose control of his emotions.

Zhang Sheng threw the instant noodles into the trash can, went to the tea table, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

Meng Shurong was still cursing, with an almost ferocious look on his face. He couldn't help but pick up the fruit knife on the table, as if he wanted to use it to fight his colleagues.

But after taking a few steps toward the door, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng did not chase him to stop him.

Instead, he drank tea and looked outside calmly.

It seemed like the noise outside didn't affect him at all...

Meng Shurong stopped.

After seeing Zhang Sheng's appearance, he gradually suppressed his emotions and put down the fruit knife.

"Have you calmed down? When you have calmed down, come over and have a cup of tea to calm down the heat. This Pu'er is good..."

Zhang Sheng's calm look made Meng Shurong's face muscles twitch slightly, and he glanced outside.

My wife was already quarreling with someone outside, and the sound was very sharp and loud.

He really wasn't in the mood for tea.

"Going out now will only intensify the conflict. My sister-in-law can make any noise outside. If you run out with such a temper, you even take a fruit knife... have you thought about the consequences?"

Zhang Sheng looked up at Meng Shurong, his voice was very serious and had a hint of warning.

"But, Mr. Zhang, you don't know that these colleagues are simply bullying others. This fire..." Meng Shurong's voice was trembling, and he couldn't breathe out no matter how hard he breathed in his chest.

I just feel more and more stuffy, even my lungs are about to explode.

"They are them, and you are you... They set this fire. Do you have any evidence?"

"..."

Meng Shurong took a deep breath.

After staring outside for a while, I finally sat down.

The strength in his body seemed to be drained away.

Zhang Sheng poured him a cup of tea: "The more serious things happen, the more calm you have to be. Impulse and anger can't change anything."

"Tell me, what should I do now?" Meng Shurong took a sip of tea and lowered his head.

"How much more money is there?"

"I do not have anymore."

"The exhaust fans they say are all OEMs produced independently without certification. Is that true?"

"Everyone on this street is using these, and the exhaust fan... as long as it can be used, it won't have much impact..."

"Are you using these during this period?" Zhang Sheng looked at Meng Shurong: "If they are using these during this period, then why do they still tell customers that the exhaust fans are from other brands? Aren't they shooting themselves in the foot?"

"..." Meng Shurong was silent.

"How much do you know about them?" Zhang Sheng looked at Meng Shurong.

"..." Meng Shurong continued to remain silent.

How could he possibly know about other integrated ceilings?

Some have just opened, and some have been open for a long time, but because they have been very busy recently, and the business in the store is very popular, I have not had the time to get to know other stores.

"If they want to return it, let them return it... There is no reason to return the goods within seven days after purchase. This is the rule in your store... No matter how difficult it is, you have to persist..." Zhang Sheng looked at Meng Shurong with a smile. .

"How can I return it? What I have lost is...I have finished all their goods!" Meng Shurong was anxious.

"Where's the goods?"

"Burned by fire..." Meng Shurong lowered his head, his voice trembling.

He felt that everything was a game.

Then……

He fell into the trap.

"You've lost millions, and you still need tens of thousands of yuan in deposits? These colleagues came to you because they are determined that if you don't retreat, if you don't retreat, they will have more articles to write..." Zhang Sheng read. With Meng Shurong.

Meng Shurong gritted his teeth.

This wave made him unforgettable.

He felt the dangers of human nature and saw that the business world is like a battlefield.

"Mr. Meng, have you calmed down?"

"what should I do?"

"Go out, explain it to your customers, and try to gain their trust. If you really want to withdraw, then withdraw without any hesitation. As for the exhaust fan..."

"How to say?"

"We did not deceive our customers. Your contract clearly stated that it was this brand, right?"

"yes."

"That's not a big problem. You are sure that there is no problem with the exhaust fan. Of course, the industrial and commercial side is a little more troublesome, but it can't be dealt with. In short, if the customer trusts you and feels that it needs to be replaced, then you can replace it with the heater. Same thing..."

"anything else?"

"Well, it also depends on your personal thoughts. For those customers who trust you, if there are any, you can provide them with some other value-added services, such as free cleaning, free electrical appliances, etc., but integrated ceilings Don’t let the price drop, and be sure of the quality of your gusset plates. No matter what, you have to make sure that the material of your gusset plates is fine... There is no problem in the first place. Your integrated ceiling was just burned and deformed, and it was not ignited..."

"Mr. Zhang, am I going to suffer like this?" Meng Shurong gritted his teeth.

"Stabilize the situation first and don't let the incident worsen! We need a little time..."

"Okay! I listen to you!"

Meng Shurong nodded.

After taking another sip of water, he walked outside the house.

Zhang Sheng sat on a chair, drinking tea and picking up the remote control to search for news.

This fire was also reported on the evening news.

The beautiful policewoman with short hair looked at the report in front of the camera and initially determined that the cause of the fire was the spontaneous combustion of a certain brand of electric vehicle.

After Zhang Shengzai stared at the battery car carefully, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and called Nie Xiaoping.

This incident...

For Meng Shurong, it was almost a devastating blow.

But for [Bosch] batteries and [Hongwei] battery cars...

Zhang Sheng narrowed his eyes and noticed something keenly.

The call was answered quickly.

On the phone, Nie Xiaoping had already left the [training base] and seemed to be applying iodine in the hospital.

Zhang Sheng took a photo for Nie Xiaoping.

After Nie Xiaoping saw the photos, he was very sure that this battery car was the Green Horse electric car!

and……

It is equipped with one of the top battery brands on the market [Liwei].

The two major battery brands, [Liwei] and [Weineng], account for almost 70% of the sales in the battery industry!

"Mr. Nie, what do you think?"

"I...I regret having pulled the hair off Tang Wu's forehead. Now he is almost bald..."

"Besides these?"

"Perhaps Tangwu is right. This news can be big or small. If the news goes to a bigger scale, the [Liwei] brand will most likely be re-examined. I think [Weineng] seems to be adding insult to injury." Well... Wei Neng's official Weibo reposted the news and took screenshots..." On the other end of the phone, Nie Xiaoping answered these words while checking his laptop.

"Mr. Nie...how about..."

"What?"

"If you are willing to suffer some losses, I will ask some reporters to come over, and then..."

"Then what? Make this matter more popular? Then our brand can profit from it? Oh, kiss me, it hurts! This flesh is cracked..."

"No, if possible, you can have another fight with Teacher Tang. You didn't fight gracefully today, and you suffered some losses. You don't have much influence in the school. You might as well just slap Teacher Tang hard in front of reporters. His face was so slapped that he called her mother...can you hold back this tone?"

"???"