Qiu Peilin, feeling justified, spoke loudly and confidently. At his call, four or five male colleagues from the factory put down their work and followed him out.
Thus, six n aggressively headed straight for Zhang Yang Company’s booth.
On the other side, although it was noon, Zhang Yang’s exhibition hall was still very busy, with staff occupied with signing orders and negotiating contracts, having no ti even for lunch.
Even the most free Zhang Yang didn’t go offline, continuing to chat with fans and simultaneously livestreaming the lively scene of his booth.
At this mont, a tall middle-aged man walked over.
"Who is the person in charge here?" Qiu Peilin walked over aggressively with his people, asking for the person in charge as soon as he entered.
Old Zhao was sitting at a folding table communicating with a client. Hearing the commotion, he imdiately looked up.
Other visitors and Zhang Yang’s team mbers also raised their heads simultaneously.
"I’m the general manager, do you have a question?"
As Zhao Bingguang asked, he scanned Qiu Peilin’s appearance. Qiu Peilin, over six feet tall, was stout with a crew cut and a square face, looking very capable.
The five n behind him were also young guys.
"Why does your exhibition hall have fishing rods with the exact sa performance as our newly launched ones? You even sent staff to our booth for a quote sheet this morning. What tricks are you playing? Is this how you do business, playing dirty?"
Qiu Peilin, in front of dozens of people in the exhibition hall, loudly questioned without any reservations.
Hearing Qiu Peilin’s escalating tone, Wang Yan and Han Qiang imdiately stood up from their seats and stood directly in front of Old Zhao.
"Fuck you, we haven’t even held you accountable, and now you’re here causing trouble! You want a beating, huh? Dare to make a scene in our booth!"
Wang Yan, being the most outspoken, directly pointed his finger at Qiu Peilin’s nose with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Yan, calm down!" Zhang Yang saw the situation getting out of hand and quickly got up, pulling back Wang Yan who was about to act.
Old Zhao was slightly taken aback by the questioning, suppressing the irritation in his heart and asked, "Where did your Bawangji’s hardness and tuning diagrams and design models co from? You should know without telling you, right?
We covered the R&D costs, and you just took the fruits of our labor. Not holding you accountable is already a generous move on my part, and now you’re turning the tables on us?
The quote sheet was requested by our people, I’ll admit. Is there a problem with that?"
"Bullshit! We bought our fishing rods in bulk from a familiar source! They ca with design blueprints and finished product paraters when we bought them! How did they beco your R&D?
If you really have nothing to hide, why send soone for our quote sheet? Explain yourself clearly!"
Upon hearing this explanation, Qiu Peilin imdiately erupted, thinking this was all nonsense and a blatant lie.
As the two sides were at an impasse and tensions were rising, Zhang Yang stepped forward and stood between the two of them.
"Stop arguing! Let ask a few questions!"
Old Zhao glanced at Zhang Yang, who nodded slightly, and Zhao Bingguang nodded in agreent.
Seeing that the other party’s boss acknowledged Zhang Yang, Qiu Peilin asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Zhang Yang calmly asked, "You said your product line and design blueprints were purchased for a high price. Was the seller Handa Fishing Rod Factory, with the boss’s surna being Liu, Liu Dexing?"
As soon as Zhang Yang asked this question, Qiu Peilin was stunned, suddenly realizing that sothing seed off.
Seeing Qiu Peilin’s stunned expression, Zhang Yang knew he had guessed correctly.
This was indeed a misunderstanding. Or put another way, Qiu Peilin was also a victim.
"How... how do you know? I’ve known Director Liu for many years. This year he said sothing ca up back ho, so he sold the samples, so of the stock, and the design blueprints with paraters!" Qiu Peilin explained everything clearly.
Zhang Yang’s speculation was confird, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Now you can give that Liu a call and ask if he knows Zhang Yang from Famous Fishing Tackle Company! Like the saying goes, having one daughter marry two mothers-in-law, Boss Liu sure isn’t at a loss!"
Hearing this, Qiu Peilin’s face imdiately changed. If what Zhang Yang said was true, then he had been duped by Boss Liu.
He had co all fired up to confront the issue, only to find himself the one without grounds. Fortunately, he had been relatively restrained earlier. If things had turned physical, it would have been a major fiasco.
With a desire to verify, Qiu Peilin directly took out his phone and dialed Boss Liu.
But to his dismay, the call was cut off directly after just five rings!
Still not giving up, Qiu Peilin tried calling again, but only heard the system ssage saying the phone was off.
"They know they’re in the wrong and don’t dare to answer, huh?" Zhang Yang said, squinting.
"Shit! I don’t believe it, I’ll call his office landline directly!" Qiu Peilin, his confidence slightly shaken, still held onto a sliver of hope, continuing to dial.
Yet after making several calls, not even the office landline, which should have soone on duty during working hours, was answered.
Seeing Qiu Peilin’s changing expressions, Zhang Yang continued, "Our company specializes in black pit products. Last winter, we partnered with Boss Liu’s factory to develop and OEM produce new black pit series fishing rods.
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