Suddenly, an idea came to mind, if she can also open a dyeing workshop, when the time comes, she will compare Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop, and the five princes will definitely be impressed by themselves at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhao Huanting ran home directly, and was coquettish to her parents, wanting to open a dye shop with silver.

Finally, under Zhao Huanting's soft grinding and hard bubbles, Zhao Huanting also opened a dyeing workshop.

The most important thing in this dye shop is the fabric, good fabric and good blending, then it can be sold at a good price.

"Miss, you can rest assured, the fabrics in our house are all set, and even Miss Song's fabrics are not as good as ours." A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman kept talking in front of Zhao Huanting.

When Zhao Huanting heard this, Song Qingyi's fabrics were not as good as this fabric, and she was immediately moved.

Her goal is to compare Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop.

"Okay, it's your fabric, the price is not a problem." Zhao Huanting didn't understand anything about fabrics, and when she heard this person say this, she agreed without asking more.

When the merchant heard this, he immediately smiled and took the silver in Zhao Huanting's hand.

Zhao Huanting asked people to clean up the fabrics and sell them, and they were even more happy to defeat Song Qingyi.

At the beginning, the fabrics were still selling well, and Zhao Huanting's heart was even more happy.

It's just that it's not been two days since there was a noise outside the dyeing shop.

"Miss, Miss is not good, let's go to the dyeing workshop and have a look." The subordinate hurriedly ran in from outside.

Zhao Huanting, who was drinking tea and thinking about Song Qingyi's jokes, couldn't help frowning.

Isn't her dyeing workshop good, what's bad?

Suddenly, he looked at the person in front of him, and his expression was not good.

"What the hell, if not something important, wants you to look good?" But in my heart, I was wondering if it was because my dyeing fabrics were selling too well.

There was a little more smile between the eyebrows.

"Someone came to the door and said that the fabric we sell is inferior fabric, and now it is making a big fuss at the door of the dyeing workshop, Miss, go and take a look." The subordinate hurriedly told what had happened in the dyeing workshop.

As soon as Zhao Huanting heard about it, she hurriedly rushed to the dyeing workshop.

Song Qingyi also received the news of this matter, and the whole person was indifferent.

When Zhao Huanting opened the dyeing workshop, she was very optimistic, she didn't know when Zhao Huanting knew about such things as fabrics, but she didn't say anything.

The door of Zhao Huanting's dyeing workshop was already crowded with people, all holding fabrics in their hands.

"Let your boss come out, what kind of fabric is this selling! Not to mention the dyeing, this fabric has begun to mold after only two days, look at where this fabric can be made into clothes! ”

"That's right, our rags are better than yours!"

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There was an endless stream of such voices, and the guys in the dyeing workshop were almost unable to hold on, and finally saw Zhao Huanting's figure.

When they saw that the dyeing workshop in front of them turned out to be Zhao Huanting's, the people present couldn't help but think of Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop, and some people even began to doubt the quality of the fabric of Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop. 510 Literature

When Zhao Huanting saw such a situation for the first time, she was even more panicked and didn't know how to deal with it.

Not to mention that the fabrics I bought before were more expensive than the previous fabrics, and I lost a lot of silver, and now that such a thing has happened, it can be said that I have lost all my money.

At this time, Song Qingyi, who was in his own dyeing workshop, never thought that in addition to the problems in Zhao Huanting's dyeing workshop, he would also affect himself.

"This Song Qingyi and Zhao Huanting are a family, Zhao Huanting's dyeing workshop sells inferior fabrics, and her Song Qingyi's fabrics are not necessarily good!"

Someone started to make a lot of noise at the door of Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop.

Song Qingyi couldn't help frowning, his eyes that were still looking at the ledger were directly outside, and then he put down the ledger in his hand and walked out.

I saw that the little servants in the shop stopped the people who came to make trouble, and these people were fierce, as if they wanted to tear down the dye shop in front of them.

"What are you doing here?" Song Qingyi asked a little angrily.

She has never provoked these people, not to mention that even if she and Zhao Huanting are a family, is the fabric she sells not good?

"The fabrics that Zhao Huanting sold us are all inferior fabrics, and you must not be a good thing here!"

Someone shouted loudly, which immediately attracted the echo of everyone.

"Zhao Huanting sold you inferior fabrics, you go to her, what are you doing in our dyeing workshop, we didn't sell it to you." The little guy in the dyeing workshop couldn't listen anymore, and replied directly.

For a while, Song Qingyi's door was filled with insults.

Some people who originally wanted to come to buy fabrics left directly after hearing their words and seeing the situation in front of them.

Song Qingyi's face gradually became colder, and her voice became a little more chilly: "If you have any doubts about my fabrics, I can let you inspect my fabrics, but from today on, anyone who doubts our fabrics will no longer sell his fabrics for life." ”

"Come on, write down all these people in front of you, and then take them into our dyeing workshop to inspect the goods." Song Qingyi commanded the little guy beside him.

Since these people are skeptical, then these fabrics are not sold to them, and they are not the only ones who will buy them.

Originally, the person who was still angry just now and framed Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop suddenly became angry when he heard Song Qingyi's words.

When the little guy heard Song Qingyi's words, he was also busy taking a pen and paper to memorize.

"Miss Song is really joking, your family's fabrics have always been very good, and the opening time is longer than Zhao Huanting's dyeing workshop, if anything happened, it would have already happened." Someone said with an embarrassed smile on his face.

As soon as this person's words came out, many people immediately said that they were not inspecting the goods.

And some people don't believe in evil and want to go in and find out.

Song Qingyi asked this person to write down his name, and he would no longer sell anything to this person in the future, and then asked this person to inspect the various fabrics in the dyeing workshop.

The final result of the inspection was that the fabrics in Song Qingyi's dyeing workshop were a few points better than those in other dyeing workshops.

Before the man was about to say something, he heard Song Qingyi say directly: "From now on, our dyeing workshop will no longer do your business." ”

"Miss Song, this is not good, after all, we are also for the quality of the fabric." The man couldn't help but regret a little, and wanted to have a little more room to redeem it.

"Doing business is all about integrity, and I said that when you were going to check. What's more, it's not our family that has a problem with the fabric this time, but you are aggressive here, if I want to be so good at talking, how do you want me to gain a foothold in the business of the capital in the future! ”

Song Qingyi's words were not big, but they were enough for everyone present to hear.