Chapter 165: Enemies on a Narrow Road

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Enemies on a Narrow Road

"Actually, recycled materials are quite common in our industry."

"It’s about recycling used lingerie, breaking it down, and picking out the usable materials."

"These materials are then mixed in very small proportions with new, high-quality fabric."

"Most companies mix in just 1% or 2%, and even that’s terrifying. You never know where that kind of lingerie came from, or what might be on it."

"Or... some of it is recycled from the clothes of the dead..."

Speaking of this, a look of disgust appeared on Wen Zhu’s face.

"There are even some extremely unscrupulous manufacturers who make brand-new products entirely from recycled materials and sell them."

"But Fengming Group not only used a 4% mix, but they also put it in this kind of extremely high-end lingerie."

"People who can afford lingerie of this style and quality... if they found out, the fallout would be immense."

"And if this gets exposed, it will be a devastating blow to Fengming Group’s stock price. It could blow them to smithereens."

After Wen Zhu finished speaking, Jiang Fan’s face showed no joy. Instead, he looked worried.

This trump card wasn’t too small; it was too big.

Jiang Fan felt it would be a waste to use it here.

He had always believed in striking a snake at its most vulnerable spot. Only the sharpest sword, striking that vital point, could deliver a killing blow, leaving no chance for a comeback.

Now, he had the sword in hand, but it wasn’t time to kill.

Besides, it was too late to act on this now!

"What’s wrong, Jiang? Isn’t this exactly what we wanted?"

Rong Anyao looked at him from the side, confused.

"The report we produce won’t be considered solid evidence. It could be accused of being fabricated."

"That’s why we need an official report from a state-authorized agency. Only a national-level seal of approval will convince everyone."

"But sending it for testing and getting the report back will take at least a week. It’s impossible to do it any faster."

"And if even a whisper of this gets out, they’ll become wary of this sharpest of swords."

Realization dawned on Wen Zhu’s face. So that was what Jiang Fan was worried about.

"Once Master Li’s report is out, have someone deliver it to me at the company."

Jiang Fan paused for a moment after speaking. "Also, send these two sets of lingerie for testing. Make sure it’s a national-level agency."

"It has to be done without anyone knowing. Can you handle it?"

"I can, but it will take a bit longer. At least ten days."

Wen Zhu’s response was firm and immediate.

"Good!"

Jiang Fan nodded.

"Yaoyao, let’s go."

"Huh? You’re leaving already?"

Both Wen Zhu and Rong Anyao felt like they couldn’t keep up with his train of thought.

"Of course."

Without further explanation, he took Rong Anyao and headed back to the Celestial Dragon District.

Only this time, they didn’t go to the First Mall. Instead, they went to all of the Fengming Group’s brand stores across six major shopping malls.

At every store, Jiang Fan had Rong Anyao use her extremely sensitive nose to see if she could smell which lingerie products were defective.

Any that seemed to be a problem, they bought.

To throw off suspicion, they also bought some that were perfectly fine.

They had the store issue an invoice for every purchase, stamped with their unique seal.

By the time they finished, most of the day had passed, and the sky was gradually growing dark.

Rong Anyao sat in the car, pouting and unwilling to move.

The amount of exercise today was just too much; it was almost more than she usually got in a week.

"Jiang, you have to make it up to me. My feet are swollen from all the walking, and I’ve even got a blister."

She whined.

"Alright, alright. I’ll treat you to a massage later."

"But right now, I’m completely out of energy."

After shopping for so long, Jiang Fan was also exhausted.

The sole spoils of their war were the back seat and trunk, both stuffed full of high-end lingerie from Fengming Group and all its subsidiary brands.

Jiang Fan didn’t even spare their allies’ brands.

According to Rong Anyao’s assessment, 80% of them were defective.

When the time came for open conflict, this would all be the most damning evidence.

After all, you might be able to deny it for one brand, but what about two? Or three? Or five or six?

"Come on, I’ll take you home first so you can get some rest."

"Then I’m heading to the factory next."

"Okay."

Rong Anyao nodded obediently.

After dropping her off at home, Jiang Fan rushed to the factory without stopping and handed everything over to Wen Zhu.

A separate report was to be issued for each and every product.

Cost was no object.

By the time he finished, the sky had turned completely dark, and he was utterly exhausted.

Spotting a parking space on the side of the road, he hesitated for a moment before finally pulling in, planning to rest for a bit.

’I can’t drive while this tired. If I get into an accident, it’ll be too late for regrets. I’ve only got one life.’

BANG.

Jiang Fan had just brought the car to a steady stop when a loud crash sounded from behind, sending his head slamming into the steering wheel.

In an instant, all his drowsiness and fatigue vanished.

Jiang Fan rubbed his head as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

He opened the door and got out, only to see two burly, suit-clad men swaggering toward him.

"Are you blind? I was already parked in the spot with my engine off. How could you still hit me?"

Jiang Fan frowned and asked coldly.

"Heh, this son of a bitch actually dares to question us?"

"Do you have any idea whose parking spot you’re in? That’s Liu’s parking spot! Move your car right now and pay us 100,000, and we’ll call it even."

"Otherwise, I’ll break your arms and legs!"

The burly man pointed at Jiang Fan, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Liu Da! Liu Er! Both of you, get back here!!"

Just then, a trembling voice called out from the car, a voice that quaked with boundless anger.

Hearing their boss’s words, the two burly men clearly froze for a second.

The next second, they saw their normally composed and calm boss throw open his car door, jog over with a fawning smile on his face, and say, "Big Bro, what wind blew you here? This must be fate."