A black Santala parked opposite Jiangzhou Department Store.

Lu Shang sat in the car and looked at Jiang Hua's shop expectantly. He calculated the time and it was time for him to be out of stock.

He has lived like a year these two days. Jiang Hua kept stocking up all day, but the bell-bottom pants on his hand couldn't be sold for a day.

He was absolutely reluctant to let him down the price.

"Mr. Lu, there is something wrong. Looking at the pants piled up over there, there are at least two thousand pieces. Jiang Hua shouldn't have so many goods?"

The dog-legged manager squinted his eyes and looked over there.

"You should ask you about this. Didn't you tell me that there are only five thousand pairs of bell-bottom pants in his warehouse?"

Lu Shang's heart tightened and he faintly realized something was wrong.

"There are indeed only five thousand, and I have inquired about it."

The dog-legged manager raised his hand and sweared.

"How do you explain these extra goods?"

Lu Shang couldn't help but feel angry.

He opened a clothing factory to make money. Now he has invested a huge amount of money, but the trousers he produced cannot be sold anymore. How can he tolerate this?

"I don't know either. I heard from Junzi that Jianghua's factory has not started construction in the past two days, and he has indeed been cut off by us."

The manager of the dog legs swears.

In his mind, Mr. Lu’s plan was very wise. At least Jianghua’s clothing factory had really stopped working.

But how could he know that Jianghua's factory was shut down, but he was not idle either. The female workers were doing pre-job training to learn how to produce bodybuilding pants.

"Forget it, this may be his last little wealth. When it is sold out, he will die. I will not give him another chance."

Lu Shang said gritting his teeth.

Jiang Hua has made a lot of money these two days, and he is jealous. Fortunately, it is his turn to make money soon. The monopoly profit is very terrifying.

"Mr. Lu is wise and magical. Let's see how Jiang Hua died tomorrow."

The dog-legged manager flattered with a shameless face.

Isn’t it just two thousand pairs of bell-bottom pants? According to the shipment volume of Jianghua’s store, it will be gone after selling for two days at most. Without the supply, it’s okay that his store will not be closed yet?

Time flies, two days later.

It was still in its original location, a black Santana was parked there.

"Why is he still selling goods? His daily shipment volume is so terrifying. Can two thousand pairs of pants last for so long?"

Lu Shang's face was so gloomy that water almost dripped out of it.

"This is unscientific!"

The Dog Leg Manager was also stunned.

Two days have passed, and the number of bell-bottom pants piled up in Jianghua’s store has not only not decreased, but has increased. Why is this?

"Are you a shit eater? Let Junzi go and investigate!"

Lu Shang punched the car door with a irritable punch.

He had a vague premonition that things were out of his control.

"Yes, yes, I'll do it right away."

The dog-legged manager kept oozing cold sweat from his forehead. This matter is really evil. Where did Jiang Hua get so many bell-bottom pants? And this bastard is selling cheaply.

Then, another three days passed in a flash.

Junzi did not find out where Jiang Hua's goods came from, and brought back a bad news.

The price of Jiang Hua, who killed thousands of swords, has been reduced again. Now the bell-bottom pants in his store are only sold for fifteen yuan per pair!

In Lu Shang's office, the atmosphere was very solemn.

"Who knows, what's going on?"

Lu Shang had no expression on his face and his eyes slowly swept over his two subordinates.

For a whole week, all the bell-bottom pants produced by his clothing factory were piled up in the warehouse and could not be sold. If this continues, it will be his turn to go bankrupt.

The Dog Leg Manager was sweating profusely, lowered his head and dared not speak.

He complained in his heart that even you, President Lu, could he know that if he was so smart, wouldn't he be the boss himself be happy?

"Bang!"

The slap was loud.

Lu Shang was full of evil fire and had nowhere to vent, so the manager of the dog legs became a punching bag.

"Mr. Lu, why are you hitting me?"

The dog-legged manager covered his face with a wronged look on his face.

"Junzi, I don't care what method you use, I will definitely find out this matter for me."

Lu Shang said in a gloomy tone.

Unlike Lu Shang's desolate and bleakness, Jiang Hua was in a proud spring breeze this week.

The training of the garment factory’s employee has been completed and production will be started next week.

And yesterday he and Xie Yuanda were on the phone, and Lao Xie said that the trend of bodybuilding pants had begun to sweep the south. Overnight, the streets of Shenzhen were filled with big girls and little wives wearing bodybuilding pants.

No one can tell how this trend is popular and why it spreads so quickly.

"Li Yue, how many bell-bottom pants are there in our warehouse?"

Jiang Hua asked Li Yue, who had just been promoted to assistant.

"There are five thousand left. Now the market is a little saturated. The remaining batch of pants will probably take one week to clear the stock."

Li Yue has taken office as a new official and has a high enthusiasm for work.

"You stare at Lu Shang carefully. Once he lowers the price, we will also lower it. All bell-bottom pants will be sold for ten yuan."

Jiang Hua gave a solemn order.

This war without gunpowder is about to end. The more you are, the more you should not be careless.

"Mr. Jiang, we will lose money if we sell it for ten yuan."

Li Yue frowned.

As an assistant, Jiang Hua has many things that he does not hide from her.

"We are competing for the market, not profits. When Lu Shang is dragged down, are we still afraid that we will not have the opportunity to make money?"

Jiang Hua feels that women have a small pattern.

He silently calculated the accounts in his mind that the funds for Lu Shang to open a clothing factory were obtained by mortgaging Mingyang Clothing City.

Last time, he was smart and bought hundreds of thousands of denim stocks in the textile factory in one go. He was absolutely out of money and might still be owed foreign debts.

He just needs to block Lu Shang's sales and prevent the source of goods from being cashed in his warehouse. In a few days, Lu Shang's capital chain will be broken.

"Calculate the time, it's time for the bell-bottom pants on the coast."

Jiang Hua narrowed his eyes and thought.

Because of the cruel competition, small and medium-sized clothing factories along the coast can only transport the production sources to other places to dump them.

Jiang Hua commissioned Qiao Yizhou to let him walk around the coastal clothing factory circle and rumors that Jiangzhou people are stupid and come quickly.

When those small and medium-sized clothing factory owners who believe in rumors really come to Jiangzhou, they will be shocked to find that the local market for bell-bottom pants has been suppressed to ten yuan.

What to do? Should I pay for the shipping fee and drag the goods back?

No, that will only make more losses. The most rational way is to deal with the goods at a loss.

After the impact of these coastal sources of goods, Jiang Hua believes that the market for Jiangzhou's bell-bottom pants will completely collapse.

As for Lu Shang, who invested a huge amount of money and planned to make a fortune in bell-bottom trousers, the ending can be imagined.

"We have to make some money quickly and take over the inheritance left by Lu Shang."

Jiang Hua feels that he is too little when he is using money.

The Mingyang Clothing City and the clothing factory in Lu Shang's hands are all the resources he wants. If he swallows these resources, no one will be able to shake his position in the Jiangzhou clothing industry.
Chapter completed!