C47 Face-smacking

Hua Song had originally intended to return and compare notes with Mu Zhihuan. Now that he was seen through by Mu Zhihuan in front of so many people, he instantly turned angry from embarrassment:

"Plagiarism? We, Luo Mei Xuan, are the leader here, so we made a lot of the powder first. If you want to put it this way, then wouldn't the red powder in your shop also be a plagiarism? "

Although he was being unreasonable, he seemed to make sense.

Snorting in disdain, Mu Zhihuan curled her lips in disdain.

"Did you see that?" Which one of our fat fans is the same as yours? "

It was only after hearing Mu Zhihuan's words that Hua Song noticed that all the makeup in Mu Zhihuan's shop had been placed on the tables. Furthermore, there weren't any of the flat gold-plated gold boxes in the shop.

Seeing him in a daze, Mu Zhihuan pursed her lips, picked up a lipstick and twisted it in front of Hua Song:

"Did you see clearly, this thing, is it the same type as the ones you are selling?" Red? Has your family ever had such a pink color? "

Mu Zhihuan pretended to be enlightened as she cast a glance at Hua Song. Then, she let out a mocking laugh and said:

"Oh, there are some, too. However, your powder is a little uglier, how can it compare to the beauty of our family's' Dou Sha '?"

Hua Song's face alternated between white and black in anger: "You! "This is different from what you displayed on stage yesterday. Aren't you just lying to these customers?"

Finally catching a point of refutation, Watson opened his voice to shout:

"Everyone, come and look! You were obviously tricked!" The things that she sells are all different from what she displays. Who knows, maybe the effects of her display aren't as good as on the stage? "

But after he howled, he discovered that no one actually paid attention to him.

Mu Zhihuan looked at him as if she was looking at a fool, causing Hua Song to look very bad.

"You … Why are you looking at me like that? Are you willing to be cheated by this evil woman? "

Hua Song stared at the crowd with a puzzled expression.

Mu Zhihuan rolled her eyes. "You didn't even finish watching our family's talent show before rushing over to cause trouble. To think I could praise you even if I said you were stupid."

"You … "What does that mean?"

Unconsciously, An Hua looked around uneasily. He noticed that everyone's expression was indifferent, as if the question he asked wasn't a problem at all.

In an instant, he could no longer hold back. However, with so many people watching, he could not back down.

"Mu Zhihuan!" "Don't use this nonsense to fool me. You should explain to us all what this fat paste really means."

This time, before Mu Zhihuan could reply, Qing He already could not stand it any longer and rushed up to push at Hua Song, angrily saying:

"We explained it after the show. This box was taken out for display, and the material object was in the hands of our master. You didn't even finish watching our show before coming to make trouble. Do you really want to go out and not think about it?"

Qing He's merciless retorts caused Hua Song's face to turn green and white. The entire scene was beyond wonderful.

Mu Zhihuan looked at the expression on Hua Song's face with a funny expression. She sighed. "I advise you to study the goods more than come here to cause trouble."

"Firstly, it seems like you have no style, are not magnanimous, and aren't even able to accommodate your competitors. Secondly, it seems that you are too inexperienced to even research a new product that surpasses us.

These words simply slapped Hua Song's face until it cracked open.

Those little girls who were watching the show couldn't help but secretly laugh while covering their mouths when they saw that Hua Song's mouth didn't even close when he said he was being talked about.

This laughter instantly caused Hua Song to lose all face. He did not even manage to say a few polite words before he hurriedly ran out of Mu Zhihuan's store.

"Tsk, why is this person's skin so thin?"

Mu Zhihuan could not help but smile bitterly. People of ancient times were too simple. Even if they found fault, they couldn't find a good one. At the same time, they couldn't afford to be spoken out by others.

"Mistress, he has already set his sights on our family's ointment … "After that …" Unlike Mu Zhihuan's calmness.

Qing He was a bit worried. After all, she had only taken advantage of the novelty of the shell and the boldness of the color matching.

In fact, there was not much difference in terms of fat paste and fat powder. As long as you looked at them, you would be able to make 80%. Nine to ten.

If their items were copied by others, then they would lose their advantage and it wouldn't be easy to sell them.

"It's settled ~" Mu Zhihuan patted Qing He's shoulder, "Don't worry, we still have more ideas. Let them copy it. Look at the book that Tang Xiu just copied, isn't it just that? The things in your head can't be taken away by others. "

Qing He only barely understood what he was saying. "I'm Seven?"

"A man as shameless as Watson." Mu Zhihuan grinned. "I'm not worried. I'm here."

Seeing that his master didn't take this matter to heart at all, Qing He couldn't help but worry about the future of his shop.

It was another busy day. As Mu Zhihuan dragged her tired body and ridiculed him, her being a boss was actually even more tiring than working, so she headed towards Gu Mingxuan's house.

When he arrived at the entrance of the mansion, he saw a luxurious palanquin.

Mu Zhihuan knitted her brows in suspicion. Gu Mingxuan had a guest?

Just as she was about to go and see who it was, Black Robe suddenly pulled her from the side.

"Miss Zhihuan, our master has matters to attend to and should not be disturbed. The crown prince is waiting for you in the side hall. Follow me."

Mu Zhihuan cried out absent-mindedly. However, her gaze was fixated on the white figure within the main hall.

Gu Mingxuan was in Dawei, was there such an important guest?

As she was thinking, Mu Zhihuan happened to see the entirety of the main hall. It was only then that she saw a woman wearing a gorgeous purple robe sitting opposite Gu Mingxuan.

That head of sparkling hair ornament, and that beautiful face, gave off a sense of elegance and elegance.

"Who is that woman?"

Black Robe glanced back and replied in a low voice, "It's Princess Pingle."

Princess Pingle?

Mu Zhihuan seemed to have seen this princess before at the Crown Prince's birthday banquet. She frowned slightly, "Princess, are you here …"

"It's a marriage alliance."

Black Robe did not hide anything. This matter was actually not a secret, and it was just that he did not advertise it unrestrainedly.

Mu Zhihuan nodded her head in understanding. However, an unexplainable bitterness surged in her heart.

It was as if he had eaten a plum that was not completely ripe. His mouth felt uncomfortable, and his throat was spinning so hard that he couldn't swallow it down. He couldn't even spit it out.

When they arrived at the side hall, the little blob immediately saw Mu Zhihuan and rushed straight towards her. He hugged her thighs, raised his watery eyes, and sweetly called out, "Mother …"