After transmigrating into the body of a widow, I became the richest man in the capital.

Chapter 102 A Mole Appears in the Jam Workshop
Su Xiaoxiao suggested that she wanted to see the jar of jam to see if it was actually made by their family.

Upon hearing this, the waiter quickly replied, "I don't know either."

Su Xiaoxiao took a bite of the jam and felt that the taste was not very good. First of all, the heat seemed to be a bit too high, and it was obvious that the heat was not controlled during the jam making process. In addition, Su Xiaoxiao's exclusive secret recipe of lemon juice was not added.

"Go and call your boss over."

Su Xiaoxiao could tell that the jam didn't taste right, and besides, her shop was the only one in the market that made orange jam.

Soon a very wealthy-looking boss was invited over. He spoke with a southern accent and seemed quite easy to fool.

"Gentlemen, is there something wrong with my dishes?"

"No problem, we'd like to ask where you get your jam from?"

"This jam was provided to us by a local jam maker. He said their jam is authentic, and that many other vendors have started imitating it, so he told me to be careful. The owner was really generous and gave me a very good price..."

"Could you show us the bottle?"

Qian Musheng suddenly asked.

The southern-based boss looked Qian Musheng up and down, then gasped. He saw Qian's expression turn angry. "Who are you? Aren't you from the Eight Immortals Restaurant across the street? Why are you here? Are you trying to cause trouble?"

Just as Qian Musheng was about to explain, a young waiter suddenly ran over and hurriedly told the southern boss, "Something terrible has happened! Someone else has gotten diarrhea after eating our fish and has to go to the clinic."

The use of the word "again" is quite ingenious.

"How could that be? Our fish are always the freshest. How could they cause diarrhea? It must be the fault of those people."

Su Xiaoxiao spoke up, "Boss, is it possible that the problem isn't with your fish, but with the jam?"

"What do you mean?"

"Go and bring all the jam jars over here. I'll check if you bought counterfeit products."

The southern-speaking boss was also skeptical, so he asked his assistant to bring over all the boxes that came with the jam packaging.

Only then did they realize that the porcelain vase was clearly not made with the trademark and pattern that Su Xiaoxiao had asked them to create, and the quality of the porcelain vase was also substandard.

The grainy texture is very pronounced. Su Xiaoxiao's jam jars are all made of fine porcelain, crafted by artisans to ensure that every jar is of the same quality. Unlike this jar, which is very brittle and can be easily crushed with a pinch.

How much does a jar of this jam cost?

The shopkeeper answered honestly, "It costs twenty coins."

A jar of jam of this size from Su Xiaoxiao's family costs fifty coins, which takes into account the cost price.

The counterfeit jam bottles also bear the Baihua brand name, which is quite ironic. Who actually made it?

"This is fake jam."

Su Xiaoxiao thought to herself, "If only there had been a trademark protection law back then."

She then took out a bottle of authentic Baihua brand jam from her backpack.

"This is the real thing. Yours doesn't even imitate the bottle properly, and it's very easy to get an upset stomach from it."

Did you buy it from Li's Grocery Store?

Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"No, it was someone who came to my door selling jam. I thought it was the real Baihua brand jam, so I bought more than a dozen bottles from him."

"What does that man look like?"

Su Xiaoxiao quickly asked.

"It was a man, with a local accent, about thirty years old. He had an attendant with him, and he looked quite imposing." Su Xiaoxiao thought to herself, "You believed that? You're so gullible."

"You really bought the wrong jam; it's fake."

Su Xiaoxiao took out her homemade real fruit jam, poured it into a small dish, and showed it to the shopkeeper.

"Look, this is the real Baihua brand orange jam. You can try it and compare the taste."

As the saying goes, what is fake can never become real, and what is real can never become fake.

The southern shop owner tasted the jam and found that it indeed had a pure and authentic flavor, with a refreshing sweetness that lingered on the palate.

The fake jam he bought himself had a slightly sour and astringent taste, and an odd smell in his mouth, with little of the fresh orange flavor.

Towards the end, it lost all its sweet aroma and instead tasted quite strange.

Only then did he realize he had been tricked.

"This Mr. Su is the real inventor of Baihua brand jam. You bought the wrong one. But it's good that you managed to cut your losses in time."

Qian Musheng teased the boss with ease.

The southern boss took one look and thought, "What a generous person this young master Qian is."

It wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't bothered with this, but they came over and told him that the jam was a counterfeit product and that eating it could kill him.

The southern boss clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qian Musheng.

"I'm so sorry, Young Master Qian. I was being petty. I tried to save money and ended up buying counterfeit goods. If people get sick from eating this substandard jam, I'll be in big trouble. Thank goodness you came and told me the truth, Young Master Qian. Thank you so much."

The southern boss was very polite; he was also a sensible man.

You should quickly apologize to the person who got food poisoning and send them money for medical expenses.

And they threw away all the jam they bought without hesitation.

Qian Musheng nodded in satisfaction. In fact, it didn't matter whether the restaurant was doing well or not, or whether it was located opposite Qian Musheng's Baxian Restaurant. Fair competition meant that everyone had the right to compete.

However, through this incident, the Southern Boss developed a genuine respect for Qian Musheng.

After all that commotion, the meal wasn't enjoyed at all.

Qian Musheng pulled Su Xiaoxiao away. As they left, Su Xiaoxiao wondered who the person selling jam was. Logically, her recipe hadn't been leaked, yet the jam looked seven or eight parts similar.

"Could there be a mole within my workshop?"

Su Xiaoxiao's paranoia began to surface. She looked at Qian Musheng and said, "I need to hurry back to the workshop and investigate this matter thoroughly."

As she was speaking, a rumbling sound came from her stomach, and she looked up at Qian Musheng embarrassedly.

Qian Musheng smiled.

"Even when you work incredibly hard, you need to know your limits. You haven't even had lunch yet."

Su Xiaoxiao then remembered that she had gotten up early this morning to sell jam in town, and it was already past two o'clock, and she hadn't had lunch yet.

"I can't eat..."

Despite her words, Su Xiaoxiao kept glancing around at the restaurants in the area, looking for a place to eat.

After carefully looking around, Qian Musheng said to Su Xiaoxiao, "How about this, I'll treat you to noodles?"

Qian Musheng said excitedly, "Xiao Dengzi, you go home first. I'll take Boss Su to eat noodles." Upon hearing this, Xiao Dengzi had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

(End of this chapter)