Yimin Mall.

Chen Tao was wearing cheap goods bought from a roadside stall and followed Song Weiyang and Zheng Xuehong straight to the clothing area of ​​the mall.

Chen Tao felt the ordinary decoration was magnificent. The beautiful clothes on the rows of shelves were so many styles that she dazzled her. She had only seen them in Hong Kong and Taiwan TV series before, and now she wanted to pack them all and carry them home.

After all, I am young and have a narrow vision. I can only suppress the girl in a small shopping mall.

Song Weiyang selected a store and went in. A female clerk came to greet him: "Sir, Miss, hello, what do you need to buy? We have the most popular imported clothing here, Italian Piercardan, Gucci, Missoni, French..."

"I'll choose myself, you can do it." Song Weiyang interrupted directly.

The female clerk smiled and said, "Okay, please feel free."

Chen Tao was still in a state of distractedness at this moment, and her eyes fell on a big V-neck red dress that couldn't move away. Suddenly, Song Weiyang stuffed a set of clothes and said to her, "Try changing it."

"It's so expensive!" Chen Tao looked at the price and was stunned. More than 3,000 yuan was enough for her previous year's salary.

Zheng Xuehong pretended to choose men's clothing. In fact, he was flipping the price tag. After walking around, he came back and whispered: "Damn it, the black shop is expensive to grandma's house."

"If you are jealous, if you have money, open your own family." Song Weiyang joked.

Zheng Xuehong actually nodded: "Good idea."

After a few talks between the two, Chen Tao had already changed her clothes. She had a short skirt with a hip and a waist-retracted shirt, which made her upper circumference look even more surging. Her two white long legs made Lao Zheng's eyes straight.

This girl is the best!

It seemed as if he had noticed two men swallowing secretly, Chen Tao suddenly became proud and deliberately turned around and said, "Brother Ma, Brother Zheng, do your clothes look good?"

"It looks good, it looks good." Zheng Xuehong nodded repeatedly.

Song Weiyang admired it even more boldly and said, "I'm not missing a pair of stockings and a pair of high heels."

The female clerk immediately complimented: "This lady has a good figure and is very suitable for the office girl style. She looks like a big star in Hong Kong movies."

Chen Tao became more and more happy when he heard this, but he had not forgotten his task and asked, "Can you be cheaper?"

"Miss, we sell internationally renowned brands and we will not bargain. Please understand." The female clerk said with a smile.

Chen Tao stepped aside and stopped talking.

Song Weiyang walked to the shelves, picked up the sign and observed it carefully, and suddenly turned around and asked, "The clothes in your store are all made in Hong Kong, right?"

The smile on the female clerk's face suddenly froze and she said embarrassedly: "Sir, you are really good at joking."

"Is it a joke? You know it yourself," Song Weiyang ordered, "Old Zheng, let's start!"

Zheng Xuehong took out the Seagull camera he rented, and there was no film inside. He just took a crazy photo shoot at the store. The flash almost blinded the clerk's eyes.

"What are you doing?" The female clerk couldn't figure out the situation.

Song Weiyang's expression became serious, he took out his newly-approved reporter certificate and scared him: "I am Ma Qiangdong, a reporter from Shenzhen City Special Zone Daily. He is doing a series of anti-counterfeiting reports on products. I am very happy that your store can be on the list."

"Reporter Ma, I, I... I'll go find the manager, wait a moment." The female clerk was so scared that her face looked like a rusty.

There was no need to report at all, and that flash had already attracted the store manager and heard their conversation just now.

The reporters these days can definitely be called "uncrowned kings". Officials are troubled when they see it, and a report may break the sky.

The store manager did not dare to neglect and shook hands on his own initiative and said, "Hello, reporter Ma, I am Zhang Guoqiang, the general manager of our store."

"Hello, Manager Zhang, my name is Ma Qiangdong, the economic reporter of Shenzhen City Special Zone Daily. This is our photographer Lao Zheng," Song Weiyang briefly introduced two sentences, and suddenly said with a stern face, "After our recent secret visit, we found that the so-called international brands in Shatoujiao are all Hong Kong-made A-products purchased from Zhongying Street. Our editor-in-chief attaches great importance to this and asked me to write a series of reports. It just so happens that the store sells all fakes, and I hope to interview Manager Zhang."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, reporter Ma, you read it wrong. Our store never sells fake goods." Zhang Guoqiang said and stuffed money into Song Weiyang's hand, 100 yuan, and the hush fee.

"I don't accept the money, it violates the newspaper office's discipline." Song Weiyang deliberately took it.

Zhang Guoqiang felt nervous and said softly: "Reporter Ma, reporter Zheng, it's not easy for everyone. You can see if this matter can be resolved privately, so don't see the newspaper."

Song Weiyang said in a gentle tone: "Although your clothes are imitated, they look good in quality."

"That's right, absolutely high imitation, and the materials are the same. Although it is not genuine in Europe, it is also imported from the port." Zhang Guoqiang quickly agreed.

"I will know if it's a Hong Kong product or not," Song Weiyang pointed at Chen Tao and said, "It just so happened that my cousin came from outside the pass. She can help you try on women's clothing."

Zhang Guoqiang immediately understood what Song Weiyang meant. It turned out that he was here to blackmail. As for what cousin? He probably was a female worker from another place who had just gotten it. He couldn't bear to pay for clothes, so he ran to my place to fight Qiufeng.

Manager Zhang cursed in his heart, but said enthusiastically: "Reporter Ma, Reporter Zheng, and this lady, you can choose whatever you want, and everyone can take a set home and try it on slowly."

Song Weiyang said: "I'm afraid I can't try a good or bad one."

"Two sets per person." Zhang Guoqiang vomited blood in anger.

"Then I'm not polite." Song Weiyang finally laughed.

"It should be, it should be." Zhang Guoqiang could only smile.

Half an hour later, the three people who blackmailed the clothing store left and disappeared in minutes.

Since we want to do big things, we have to have a look of outfit. Zheng Xuehong's suit is too old-fashioned, and Chen Tao's clothes are even worse. They are reluctant to spend a lot of money, so they staged the good show just now.

Since the mid-1980s, counterfeiting has become a trend across the country, and even regular shopping malls can easily buy a lot of fake goods.

Among them, "Warm Leather Shoes" became synonymous with counterfeit goods, and they have been burned publicly three times, especially in 1987. The reason was that the Minister of Commerce (some say it was the daughter of the minister) bought a pair of leather shoes in a shopping mall, and took off the glue after wearing them for a day. Xinhua News Agency reporter immediately wrote a report after hearing the news, which aroused strong response from the society, and then began a vigorous anti-counterfeiting campaign.

Afterwards, it was found that the pair of leather shoes bought by the Minister of Commerce were not actually made by Wenx...

The more counterfeit goods were fought, the more common people suffered, until the "Consumer Rights Protection Law" was finally issued in 1994.

So a hero appeared, and he was Wang Hai, who specialized in buying counterfeit goods and claimed double compensation. Wherever Wang Hai went, the local market was panicked and even shouted the slogan "Fire, theft, and theft, and Wang Hai". When the news of his arrival in Huadu came out, the bosses of several major shopping malls in Huadu were so scared that they had a meeting overnight. Everyone agreed and refused to compensate Wang Hai for the counterfeit goods they bought, and forced him to go to a lawsuit.

According to some estimates in 1998, Wang Hai's anti-counterfeiting of the Internet and lakes of the world led to the ban on documents issued by the Ministry of Health, which would prevent consumers from losing 2 billion yuan each year.

Let’s go back to the SAR, Shatoujiao, closest to Zhongying Street, is filled with countless Hong Kong-made A-products.

Especially high-quality imitation brands, which can be sold for ten times the profit if you purchase a few hundred yuan. This has become a secret that is known to the locals. They are specifically deceiving those who want to go to Zhongying Street to shop but don’t have time to apply for a special pass. They have to apply for a separate certificate when going to Zhongying Street.

Song Weiyang only spent half a day inquiring about the news and half a day to plan the site, and easily got six sets of clothes with a "total value" of over 10,000 yuan.

Song Weiyang has no psychological burden to do this kind of unscrupulous transaction, and it is the most interesting thing about black and black. Even if the store was not deceived just now, they can change it, and there are always those who are guilty and willing to cooperate.

Chen Tao was as happy as a lark, humming a song along the way and laughed: "The Special Zone is really full of gold. Such a good dress can be obtained without spending a penny."

Song Weiyang reminded: "Walking by the river often, there is no way to get your shoes wet. This is a one-time business, but don't think about coming back, otherwise you will be beaten to your own life sooner or later."

"I know, I'm not greedy." Chen Tao giggled, just wanting to go back and change his new clothes as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!