Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

"Are you... hiding something from me?"

Upon connecting with Lin Siyan's call, Lu Zifeng was immediately met with this question.

Lu Zifeng was stunned. In his previous life, when he read novels, other people could manage five or six boats at the same time with ease, but he capsized with only two boats.

So fast?

Who the hell leaked the information?

Only Gu Quan and Wei Jun know about this, right?

Lu Zifeng didn't intend to argue, but he suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

This naive girl got on her own pirate ship, and it capsized before it even left the harbor.

But he knew that Lin Siyan would feel even more heartbroken if she were in this situation.

Recalling her pitiful appearance, Lu Zifeng felt a pang of pity, yet he had no choice but to face her: "I'm sorry, Siyan."

"I don't want to hear you apologize. I just want to know the reason. You must have had a difficult time, right?"

Lu Zifeng was taken aback: "You... are you that understanding?"

"Yeah, you're not someone I just met today. Why did you go in? Was someone bullying you, and you were forced to fight back, accidentally injuring them?"

Lu Zifeng: "???"

He suddenly remembered that Lin Siyan had said her father was the captain of the criminal investigation team.

Is this an investigation into his own past?

Lu Zifeng leaned on the desk, holding the microphone to his ear: "Not entirely. I was indeed impulsive and reckless in the past, and made a lot of mistakes, but I've changed for the better now. The people have already forgiven me, so why do you still want to sentence me?"

Lin Siyan said, "What right do I have to sentence you? I'm not a court."

"You have what you're entitled to; you can sentence me to prison without a wife. And you know what that 'wife' means, right?"

Lin Siyan, who worked with words, quickly guessed what Lu Zifeng meant and, suppressing a laugh, said, "Fine, if you make another mistake, I'll sentence you to a life without a wife."

"Please supervise, Comrade Siyan!"

"Bye-Bye!"

"Bang!" Su Yan slammed a magazine on his desk, his face ashen. "That kid's got guts! He really dared to do that!"

Su Dong sat across from him at the desk and sneered, "If he does the first day of the month, we'll do the fifteenth. We'll find a few people to pose as customers, complain about their product quality, take some photos, and send them to the newspapers to give him some publicity."

Su Yan glanced at Su Dong: "You handle this matter. Your older sister is a bit dim-witted; I'm afraid she won't do a good job."

"Don't worry!" Su Dong got up and walked out of the office.

Building on the sales figures from the previous few days, Lu Zifeng restocked his inventory, including Jin Di chocolates that had just entered the Jiang City market.

The catchphrase of King Emperor chocolate is: "King Emperor chocolate, only for the one you love most."

This shows that PUA marketing was already prevalent in the 1990s.

While stocking the shelves, Zhong Qin exclaimed, "Thirty yuan a box! My goodness, I'd rather buy White Rabbit milk candy. Sister Ling, do you really think anyone would buy this kind of product?"

Qiao Ling stood in front of the cashier counter and said with a smile, "Whether anyone buys or not is not important, but whether we have anything to sell is very important. These high-end products, in addition to their high profit margins, can also enhance the upscale image of the shopping mall."

Zhong Qin asked, "What does 'high-end' mean?"

"High-end, sophisticated, and classy. You know, we can get goods that even the supply and marketing cooperatives don't have. What does that mean? It means we're financially strong, have a diverse product line, and with our low-price strategy to attract customers for some items, what chance do the supply and marketing cooperatives have?"

Zhong Qin said admiringly, "Sister Ling, you know so much."

Qiao Ling smiled and said, "How would I know? I just did whatever Zifeng told me to do."

Jiang Ce walked in from outside, holding a roll of adhesive tape in his hand.

The sticker is printed with the quote from Godiva chocolate: "Godiva chocolate, only for the one you love most."

"Brother Feng said to stick this on the display case of Jin Di Chocolate," Jiang Ce handed the sticker to Zhong Qin and instructed.

"What is it?" Zhong Qin pulled off the adhesive label and looked at Jiang Ce with great interest.

Jiang Ce gritted his teeth: "Sister Ling, I'll take one box; deduct it from my salary."

Zhong Qin quickly stopped her, saying, "No, no, I was just joking."

Jiang Ce said seriously, "But I'm serious. Take one box."

Zhong Qin snapped, "Why don't you just give me thirty yuan!"

Jiang Ce said, "What thirty? I'll give you all my salary from now on."

Qiao Ling smiled and shook her head. To be honest, she was a little envious of the couple.

As noon approached, people in the neighborhood started leaving get off work to go home for lunch.

At this time, the store is second only to being busy on weekends and evenings.

A customer wearing a floral shirt suddenly stormed in, shouting, "Your New Era soy sauce is all expired, why are you still selling it?"

Qiao Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself, how could this be?

Before Qiao Ling could react, another man in a white vest walked in: "Reporter, it's them. The towels they sold me started fading after only three days. Please expose these unscrupulous merchants to prevent more people from being deceived."

Then several reporters wearing vests and carrying cameras walked in: "Excuse me, who is in charge?"

"What explanation is there for harming consumers with substandard products?"

Customers in the mall don't often see this kind of scene, and they all put down the goods they were holding.

Whether to buy or not is another matter, but we definitely have to watch this spectacle.

Zhong Qin and several sales assistants were a little panicked. Regardless of whether it was true or false, if it were spread by nearby customers, the mall would be finished.

Jiang Ce rushed forward: "Don't you dare spout nonsense!"

"Look, with these thugs running these shops, how can they not rip off ordinary people?" said the man in the white vest holding a faded towel.

"You son of a bitch..."

"Jiang Ce!" Qiao Ling called out, "Come back!"

As she spoke, Qiao Ling stepped out from behind the counter and asked the group of people who looked like reporters, "I am the manager of this shopping mall. May I ask which newspaper you are from? And may I ask you two how you can prove that your products were purchased from us?"

She tried to take the soy sauce and towel from the two men to examine them, but they refused, saying, "What? Trying to destroy the evidence?"

The man in the floral shirt held the soy sauce bottle high, pointed to the production date on the label, and said, "Look everyone, the production date is May 1990, and the shelf life is one year. What year and month is it today?"

The man in the white vest chimed in, "No wonder this store sells such cheap goods; they're all counterfeit! Reporter, expose them!"

Customers in the mall began to check the items in their hands. Although they did not find any problems for the time being, they were still having second thoughts.

Qiao Ling was getting a little anxious: "You can't just take two things and say you bought them from us, can you?"

Inside the store, an old man said, "I remember, that young man in the floral shirt did just buy soy sauce from you. He knocked over my shopping basket and even apologized to me."

This old man lives in the residential area, and many customers know him.

With his testimony, Qiao Ling also remembered that the floral shirt had indeed been bought not long ago, along with a bottle of soy sauce.

But he left and then came back, so he must have switched the soy sauce.

It's just unclear who instigated these troublemakers.

If we're talking about competitors, it would be the Dongxian Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

The supply and marketing cooperative is a state-owned enterprise; even at its worst, it wouldn't resort to such despicable tactics.