Yimin Shopping Mall.

　　 Chen Tao, wearing cheap goods bought from a street stall, followed behind Song Weiyang and Zheng Xuehong, and went straight to the clothing section of the mall.

　　 ordinary decoration, but Chen Tao feels magnificent. The rows of beautiful clothes on the shelves are so dazzling that she has only seen them in TV dramas in Hong Kong and Taiwan before. At this moment, I can't wait to pack them all and carry them home.

　　 After all, he was young and his vision was too narrow. Only a small shopping mall stopped the girl.

Song Weiyang chose a store to enter, and immediately a female clerk came over to greet him: "Sir, miss, how are you, what do you need to buy? We have the most popular imported clothing here, such as Pierre Cardin, Gucci and Missoni from Italy. ,French…"

　　 "I'll pick it myself, so busy." Song Weiyang interrupted directly.

　　The female clerk smiled and said, "Okay, please feel free."

　　Chen Tao was still in a state of being unsettled, her eyes fell on a red V-neck dress and couldn't move away. Suddenly Song Weiyang tucked a set of clothes and said, "Try it."

　　 "It's so expensive!" Chen Tao looked at the price, and was secretly speechless. More than 3,000 yuan is enough for her previous year's salary.

　　 Zheng Xuehong pretended to choose men’s clothing. He was actually looking at the price tag, turning around and coming back, whispering: "Damn, the black shop, it's expensive to grandma's house."

　　 "If you are jealous, start your own business if you have money." Song Weiyang quipped.

　　 Zheng Xuehong nodded unexpectedly: "Good idea."

　　 The two chatted without a few words, and Chen Tao had already changed clothes and came out. A short skirt with hips and a shirt with a tucked waist made her upper circumference more surging. The two long white legs made Lao Zheng's eyes straight.

　　 This girl, the best!

　　 It seems that two men were secretly swallowing. Chen Tao immediately became proud, and deliberately turned around and said, "Brother Ma, Brother Zheng, are the clothes good-looking?"

　　 "Good-looking, good-looking." Zheng Xuehong nodded repeatedly.

　　 Song Weiyang admired it even more boldly, and said, "It's still a pair of stockings and a pair of high heels."

　　The female clerk immediately complimented: "This lady has a really good figure, very suitable for the style of an office girl, and she wears like a big star in a Hong Kong movie."

　　 Chen Tao became more happy after hearing this, but had not forgotten her mission, and asked, "Can it be cheaper?"

　　 "Miss, we are selling internationally well-known brands, and we will not bargain. Please forgive me." The female clerk smiled.

　　 Chen Tao stepped aside and stopped talking.

　　 Song Weiyang walked to the shelf on his own, picked up the sign to observe carefully, and suddenly turned around and asked, "The clothes in your store are all Hong Kong-made A goods, right?"

　　 The smile on the female clerk's face instantly solidified, and she said awkwardly, "Mr. is really good at joking."

　　 "Are you kidding, you know it in your heart," Song Weiyang ordered, "Old Zheng, let's start!"

　　 Zheng Xuehong took the rented Seagull camera, there was no film in it, and shot it wildly in the store. The flash almost blinded the clerk.

　　 "What are you doing?" The female clerk couldn't figure out the situation.

Song Weiyang's expression became serious, and he took out the press card he had just issued, and frightened: "I am Ma Qiangdong, a reporter from the "Shencheng Special Zone". ."

　　 "Reporter Ma, I, I, I... I'll go to the manager, wait a minute." The female salesperson was scared and her face turned earthy.

　　 There is no need to report at all, the store manager has already been called in that flash of light, and they have heard their conversation just now.

　　 The reporters of this year are definitely called the "Uncrowned King". Officials have a headache when they see it. A report is likely to break the sky.

　　 The store manager didn't dare to neglect, and shook hands on the initiative: "Hello, reporter Ma, I am the general manager of our store, Zhang Guoqiang."

"Hello, Manager Zhang, my name is Ma Qiangdong, the economic reporter of the "Shenzhen Special Zone News", this is our photojournalist Lao Zheng," Song Weiyang briefly introduced and said with a straight face, "After our recent secret visits , I found that the so-called international brands in Sha Tau Kok are all Hong Kong-produced goods purchased from Zhongying Street. Our editor-in-chief attaches great importance to this and asked me to write a series of reports. It just so happens that all your store sells fake goods, I I hope I can interview Manager Zhang."

　　 "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, reporter Ma, you are wrong, this shop never sells fakes." Zhang Guoqiang said, and put money in Song Weiyang's hand, 100 yuan, and the sealing fee.

　　 "I don't accept money, it violates the discipline of the newspaper." Song Weiyang deliberately manipulated it.

　　 Zhang Guoqiang's heart was tense, and he said softly: "Reporter Ma, Reporter Zheng, it's not easy for everyone. If you can see if this matter can be solved privately, don't see the newspaper."

　　 Song Weiyang said in a calm tone, "Although your clothes here are fake, they seem to be of good quality."

　　 "That is, absolutely high imitation, the materials used are all the same. Although it is not a genuine European product, it is also an imported Hong Kong product." Zhang Guoqiang hurriedly echoed.

　　 "Is it a Hong Kong product? I don't know until I wear it," Song Weiyang pointed to Chen Tao and said, "It happens that my cousin came from outside the pass, and she can help you try on women's clothing."

　　 Zhang Guoqiang immediately understood what Song Weiyang meant, and he had come to blackmail him. As for what cousin? I guess it was a female worker from another region who had just gotten soaked. She was reluctant to pay for clothes, so she ran Lao Tzu here to catch the autumn breeze.

　　 Manager Zhang scolded his mother, but enthusiastically said: "Reporter Ma, Reporter Zheng, and this young lady, you can choose whatever you want, and everyone can take a set and try it on slowly at home."

　　 Song Weiyang said: "I'm afraid I can't try a good or bad one."

　　 "Two sets per person." Zhang Guoqiang vomited blood with anger.

　　 "Then I'm welcome." Song Weiyang finally laughed.

　　 "It should be, it should be." Zhang Guoqiang could only smile.

　　 After half an hour, the three people who had blackmailed the clothing store walked away and disappeared in minutes.

　　Since you have to do something big, you have to have a outfit to fill the scene. Zheng Xuehong's suit is too old-fashioned, and Chen Tao's clothes are even worse. They are reluctant to spend a lot of money, so they almost staged the good show just now.

　　 Since the mid-1980s, fraud has become a trend across the country. Even in regular shopping malls, a lot of fakes can be bought casually.

　　 Among them, "Wen x leather shoes" has become synonymous with fakes. It has been publicly burned three times before and after, especially in 1987. The cause was that the minister of commerce (or the daughter of the minister) bought a pair of leather shoes in a certain shopping mall, and they degummed them after wearing them for a day. Xinhua News Agency reporters immediately wrote a report upon hearing the news, which caused a strong response from the society and began a vigorous anti-counterfeiting campaign.

　　 After the investigation, it was found that the pair of leather shoes bought by the Minister of Commerce were not made by Wenx...

　　Fake goods were hit more and more, and the common people were miserable until the "Consumer Rights Protection Law" was finally promulgated in 1994.

　　 So a hero appeared, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he is Wang Hai, who specializes in buying fakes and doubles the claim. Where Wang Hai went, the local market was panicked, and he even shouted the slogan "fire prevention, anti-theft and prevention of Wang Hai". When the news of his arrival in Huadu came out, the bosses of several major shopping malls in Huadu were so scared that they had a meeting overnight. Everyone unified their slogans and refused to compensate Wang Hai for the tens of thousands of dollars of fake goods, forcing him to go to court.

　　According to estimates in 1998, Wang Hai's crackdown on social travel doctors and a document banned by the Ministry of Health could prevent consumers from losing 2 billion yuan each year.

　　 Let’s go back to the Special Economic Zone. Sha Tau Kok, which is the nearest to Zhongying Street, is filled with countless Hong Kong-produced A products.

　　Especially high imitation brand names, with a purchase price of a few hundred dollars, you can sell ten times the profit after changing hands. This has almost become a well-known secret by the locals, specializing in deceiving those outsiders who want to go shopping on Zhongying Street, but do not have time to apply for a special pass—you need to apply for a separate permit to go to Zhongying Street.

　　 Song Weiyang only spent half a day inquiring about the news, half a day stepping on some plans, and easily obtained six sets of clothes with a "total value" of over 10,000.

　　Song Weiyang doesn't have any psychological burden to do this kind of non-profit business, and it is the most interesting to eat black. Even if the store was not fooled just now, they can just change one, and there is always a guilty conscience willing to cooperate.

　　 Chen Tao was as happy as a lark, humming along the way, and smiled: "The special zone is really full of gold, and such good clothes can be obtained without spending a penny."

　　 Song Weiyang reminded: "Walking by the river often, there is no wet shoes. This is a one-off sale, but don't think about coming again, otherwise you will be beaten up sooner or later and you will be unable to take care of yourself."

　　 "I know, I'm not greedy." Chen Tao giggled, just wanting to go back quickly and put on new clothes.

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