A black Santara was parked opposite Jiangzhou Department Store.

Lu Shang sat in the car and looked at the shop in Jianghua expectantly. Counting the time, he should be out of stock.

These two days have been like a year for him. Jianghua has been unable to sell goods all day, and the bell-bottom pants he has cannot be sold for a day.

If you ask him to lower the price, he will definitely not be willing to do so.

"Mr. Lu, something is wrong. Look at the trousers piled up there. There are at least two thousand pairs. Jianghua probably doesn't have that much stock anymore?"

The naughty manager looked over there with squinted eyes.

"I should ask you about this. Didn't you tell me that he only has 5,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants in his warehouse?"

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

"It's absolutely true that there are only 5,000 of them. I specifically inquired about them."

The bad-ass manager raised his hands and swore.

"Then how do you explain these extra goods?"

Lu Shang felt a little unable to suppress his anger.

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

"I don't know either. I heard from Junzi that the factory in Jianghua has not started work in the past two days. We have indeed cut it off."

The dog-legged manager swears by it.

In his heart, Mr. Lu's plan to wipe out the family was very wise. At least Jianghua's garment factory had really stopped working.

But how could he possibly know that the factory in Jianghua was shut down, but they were not idle either. The female workers were all undergoing pre-job training to learn how to produce bodybuilding pants.

"Forget it, this may be his last bit of wealth. When it is sold out, he will just wait for death. I will not give him another chance."

Lu Shang gritted his teeth and said.

Jiang Hua has made a lot of money in the past two days, and he is jealous. Fortunately, it will be his turn to make money soon. The profits from the monopoly are very terrifying.

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

The bad-ass manager flatters me with a shy face.

Isn't it just two thousand pairs of bell-bottom pants? According to the shipment volume of Jianghua store, they will be sold out in two days at most. Without the supply of goods, his store will not close down?

Time flew by and two days later.

Still at the original location, a black Santana was parked there.

"Why is he still selling goods? His daily shipment volume is so terrifying, two thousand pairs of pants, how can it last so long?"

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

"This is unscientific!"

The badass manager was also dumbfounded.

Two days have passed. The number of bell-bottom pants piled up in Jianghua stores has not only not decreased, but has increased. Why is this?

"Are you a shit-eater? Let Junzi go check it out!"

Lu Shang punched the car door angrily.

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

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

The bad-ass manager, cold sweat breaks out on his forehead. This is really weird. Where did Jiang Hua get so many bell-bottom pants? And this bastard sells them so cheaply.

Then, another three days passed by in a flash.

Jun Zi failed to find the source of Jiang Hua's goods, and he also brought back bad news.

That Jiang Hua who killed a thousand swords has lowered the price again. Now the bell-bottom pants in his store only sell for fifteen yuan a pair!

The atmosphere in Lu Shang's office was very solemn.

"Does any of you know what's going on?"

Lu Shang's face was expressionless, and his eyes slowly swept over the two men.

For a whole week, all the bell-bottom pants produced by his garment factory have been piled up in the warehouse, and not a single pair can be sold. If this continues, it will be his turn to go bankrupt.

The bad-ass manager was sweating profusely, lowered his head, and did not dare to speak.

He complained in his heart that even you, Mr. Lu, couldn't figure out things. How could he, a subordinate, know about it? If he was so smart, wouldn't it be great for him to be his own boss?

"Crack!"

The slap was loud.

Lu Shang was filled with evil spirits and had no place to vent them, so the bad-ass manager became his punching bag.

"Mr. Lu, why did you hit me?"

The bad-ass manager covered his face with a look of injustice.

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

Lu Shang said in a gloomy tone.

Different from Lu Shang's desolation, Jiang Hua can be said to be enjoying the spring breeze this week.

The employee training of the garment factory has been completed and production will start next week.

And yesterday he had a phone call with Xie Yuanda. Lao Xie said that the trend of bodybuilding pants has begun to sweep across the south. Overnight, the streets of Shenzhen City were filled with young girls and young wives wearing bodybuilding pants.

No one can explain how this trend became popular and why it spread so quickly.

"Li Yue, how many bell-bottoms do we still have in our warehouse?"

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

"There are still 5,000 pairs left. The market is now somewhat saturated. It will probably take a week to clear out the remaining batch of pants."

Li Yue takes office as a new official and is very enthusiastic about his work.

"You keep an eye on Lu Shang's side carefully. Once he lowers the price, we will also lower the price. All bell-bottom pants will be sold for ten yuan."

Jiang Hua ordered with a solemn expression.

This war, which has seen no smoke, is coming to an end. The more times like this, the more we cannot be careless.

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

Li Yue frowned.

As an assistant, Jiang Hua kept many things secret from her.

"What we are fighting for is the market, not profits. Once Lu Shang is defeated, are we afraid that we will not have a chance to make money?"

Jiang Hua feels that women are small.

He silently calculated an account in his mind. The funds for Lu Shang to open the clothing factory were obtained by mortgaging Mingyang Garment City.

Last time, he was smart and bought hundreds of thousands of denim in stock at the textile factory. After that, he definitely had no money in his hand, and maybe he still owed foreign debt.

All he had to do was block Lu Shang's sales and prevent the supply of goods in his warehouse from being realized. In a few days, Lu Shang's capital chain would be broken.

"Counting the time, it's time for those bell bottoms from the coast to come over."

Jiang Hua squinted his eyes and calculated.

Due to the brutal competition, small and medium-sized garment factories along the coast can only transport their production sources to other places for dumping.

Jiang Hua entrusted Qiao Yizhou to spread rumors among the coastal garment factory circles that Jiangzhou people were stupid and made money quickly.

When those small and medium-sized garment factory owners who believed the rumors actually came to Jiangzhou, they would be shocked to find that the local market price of bell-bottom pants has been suppressed to ten yuan.

What should I do? Should I pay for the freight and drag the goods back again?

No, that will only result in more losses. The most rational way is to dispose of the goods at a loss.

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

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

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

Jiang Hua has the feeling that when money is used, he will hate it.
Chapter completed!