I just wrote a love poem, how did that make me so powerful?

When Xu Qing and Xiao Mingyuan arrived at the backyard of Zhuangyuanlou, a group of people were already sitting inside.

Su Man leaned against the window, holding a cup of tea in her hand but not drinking it, her eyes fixed on something on the table.

Gu Zhiyi sat next to him, holding a round fan in her hand, gently tapping the fan surface against her palm.

She had never done this before, and was clearly quite nervous.

Li Wan sat on the other side, her expression even more solemn than Su Man's, her brows never relaxed.

Xiao Lanzhi stood by the table, fiddling with the bra placed on it. But she just looked at it, without saying a word.

Song Yao sat in the corner, clutching a handkerchief in her hand, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the faces of the group.

Actually, she was the most nervous person here, even more nervous than Li Wan.

After all, Li Wan's investment of five thousand taels was too large a scale for her.

Song Yao also needs the income from the bra to treat her illness, which is a matter of life and death.

Xu Qing walked to the table and looked down at it carefully.

The bra's color, design, underwire placement, shoulder strap width, and even the stitching on the inside were almost identical to their finished product.

He picked it up, flipped it over, rubbed the steel bar between his fingers, flicked the fabric, and put it down.

"Bring me the scissors..." he said.

Xiao Mingyuan quickly rummaged through drawers and cabinets to find a pair of scissors and handed them over.

However, he withdrew his hand halfway through, saying something.

"What are you doing? Don't be impulsive! It's no use ruining one, do you think you can ruin all the counterfeit products in the world?"

Su Man also spoke, her tone tinged with weariness.

"Mr. Xu, if they can make one, they can make thousands or tens of thousands. Cutting this one off won't solve the problem."

Gu Zhiyi also shook her head slightly, and stopped tapping her palm with the fan.

"It would be best to consider this carefully."

Li Wan let out a long sigh, and you could tell from her voice that she was in low spirits.

"Even the curvature of the steel bars is the same. It seems they've even figured out the blacksmith's work process. This time, they're up to no good."

Xu Qing ignored their words.

He took the scissors and cut along the seam of the bra's side seam, disassembled the fabric, removed the steel bar, and turned the padding over.

He examined each of the disassembled parts one by one, then held the fabric up to the window and looked at it in the light before putting it down.

After doing all that, his lips curled up, forming a smile.

"Who said I just ruined it by cutting it?"

He spread the disassembled parts on the table and pointed to the weave of the fabric.

"Take a close look at the texture of this fabric..."

Several people came over to take a look, but at first they couldn't figure out what was going on.

Su Man frowned first, then picked up the piece of fabric, and after looking at it closely, her gaze suddenly froze.

"This fabric... we use fine cotton custom-made by Xiao Family Fabric Shop. The warp and weft density is specially made, and you can't buy the same density on the market. But the fabric thickness of this replica is exactly the same as ours."

Xiao Lanzhi also came over, and her expression changed instantly.

"Where did the fabric come from? It's impossible to find the same thing on the market."

Xu Qing smiled and explained.

"They copied it. In order to make it exactly the same, they copied everything from ours."

I'm telling you this simply to let you know that they're just copying, without any thought whatsoever. They can easily imitate the warp and weft, the density, of fabric, but what about this?"

Xu Qing picked up the steel bar again, placed it on the table, and pointed to its curvature and elasticity.

"Although the curvature of the steel bar is the same as ours, the difference lies in the details, that is, the force with which they bend, and that is the key."

Xu Qing paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Li Wan frowned. "I don't understand. How could the bending force of this steel bar have such a decisive impact? Could it be that this one factor alone cause such a huge gap between our two families?"

Xu Qing nodded. "That's right. It's just that small difference that can determine the life or death of our two families. They are destined to be imitators, destined to suffer losses."

After listening, Gu Zhiyi put down her fan. She looked at Xu Qing, and the sadness in her eyes began to fade.

The atmosphere inside the room changed instantly.

Xiao Mingyuan was the first to react, and slapped his thigh.

"I understand. You mean they didn't master the technology for this steel ring at all, right? They're still using the old methods to make it."

Xu Qing nodded. "Young Master, you're quick-witted. You can see through the reason with just a little hint."

Su Man suddenly realized what was going on.

"So that's how it is. They don't have our method for making steel rims, so they can only forge them using the traditional method of refining steel."

Don't underestimate this short, small steel ring. If they used the hundred-refinement method, it would require a huge amount of manpower and resources. The more they made, the more they lost.

After hearing this, Xiao Lanzhi felt relieved and picked up her teacup.

"In that case, I understand. As I mentioned before, the steel ring we use is made of a material comparable to a top-quality weapon."

However, if one were to forge such a small steel bar using the hundred-forging method, it would require the finest willow charcoal, involving repeated hammering; the cost alone would be incredibly high.

At this moment, Xu Qing laughed heartily.

He touched his handsome nose, held his robe in his left hand, and swung it out with a flourish of his right. The pose was incredibly dashing.

"That's right, that's how it is, so you can only buy their mid-range and high-end bras. They don't stock low-end products."

Xiao Mingyuan clapped his hands in delight.

"Great, I understand now. They see that we're making money from our mid-range and high-end products, so they want to abandon the low-end and only make those. But they don't realize that we attract customers precisely because of our cheap products. If they only make mid-range and high-end products, they'll sell far less, and they simply won't be able to support the workshop and so many workers."

Xu Qingchong gave him a thumbs up.

Xiao Mingyuan then burst into laughter, "No wonder you weren't worried at all when I went to your house and heard about it. It turns out you already had something in mind."

Seeing Xu Qing's confident demeanor, the worries on everyone's faces finally dissipated.

Xiao Lanzhi walked over to Song Yao, patted her on the shoulder, and whispered something.

"Your fiancé is capable and reliable; you'll never have to worry about anything in this life."

Song Yao blushed slightly, lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Xiao Mingyuan grabbed Xu Qing's hand and then greeted the others.

"Everyone, the matter is resolved, so don't worry anymore. Eat, drink, and sleep as usual. We have some other things to take care of, so we'll go ahead and get back to work."

Xu Qing didn't even have a chance to say a word to Song Yao, only managing a greeting, before Xiao Mingyuan dragged her out.

Once outside the house, he irritably shook off Xiao Mingyuan's hand.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Xiao Mingyuan looked around to make sure no one was there before mysteriously taking something out...