"Sir, we used the bamboo perfume bottle sold by her, and the problem arose after using it." One of the customers said loudly.

"Yes, all of us are." Others quickly agreed.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at these people. Among them, there were indeed customers who had been harmed by using counterfeit perfume, but most of them were sent by Han Ruyi to set the pace.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ruoqing said to Mu Zichuan: "Sir, I can guarantee with the head on my neck that the perfume they use looks the same as the one in my shop, but it is definitely not made by the same company."

"If you don't believe it, ask an adult to do a test and you will know." She said.

"How to test?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Yang Ruoqing turned her eyes and raised a slight smile on her lips.

Soon, the table was vacated, and everyone gathered around Mu Zichuan to the table.

There were several bowls on the table, and Mu Zichuan personally poured the problematic perfume into several small bowls.

Then, he poured the perfume from Yang Ruoqing's shop into several other bowls.

Because they came out to check the operation of these shops, Mu Zichuan and his team naturally brought "professionals" with them.

Muzichuan first asked 'professionals' to come over and screen these perfumes respectively.

"How?" Mu Zichuan asked.

The 'professional' said: "Reporting to your lord, they are both jasmine-scented perfumes. Although the smells of these two bowls are similar, there are subtle differences."

"This shows that the formulas in these two bowls of perfume are different, and the same is true for several other perfumes with the same smell."

"It can be seen that the quality of the faulty perfumes is different from the perfumes sold in shops. These faulty perfumes contain a medicine called 'Ma Qi'. After this medicine is used, it will make people

I have allergic symptoms of itchy skin, but the perfume in the shop is relatively mild and does not have 'Maqi'. My subordinates have completed the identification."

After the "professionals" stepped aside, Yang Ruoqing came over and said to Mu Zichuan and the people around him: "In addition to the different perfume formulas, the bamboo bottles that hold the perfume are also different. I will let everyone see clearly now."

She took out a small knife and, beep-bop-bop, broke several diabolo bottles that had just been filled with perfume in her shop from the middle.

"Please see, to prevent counterfeiting, my name, Yang, Ruo, Qing, is engraved on the inner wall of my bamboo vase."

"And the bottles containing those fake perfumes are empty."

"It can be seen that the perfume that caused problems after you used it was not made by our Yang family perfume shop at all!" Yang Ruoqing finally said loudly.

Mu Zichuan took the bottle, compared it carefully twice, and nodded: "That's true. Of these two bottles, one is authentic, and the other is fake."

"The fake ones are not from Yang's store."

Muzichuan announced on the spot.

Everyone was surprised, and the people who were watching the excitement all nodded and talked about it.

The 'customers' who came to make trouble looked at each other, a little caught off guard.

Dayao, who had been standing behind Yang Ruoqing, rolled his eyes a few times and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

At this time, someone among the 'customers' shouted loudly: "Even if it is a fake perfume, I bought it from your shop, and the fakes also flowed out of your shop. I have to find you for this matter!"

"That's right, we also bought our fake perfume here, from the shopkeeper Dayao. I brought the receipt when I bought it!"

They sent the bills to Mu Zichuan one after another.

Mu Zichuan looked at these bills written in black and white, and felt a little confused now.

Here, Yang Ruoqing glanced at the bills and her face darkened.

She cast her gaze on Dayao, "Uncle Dayao, this is your handwriting, I recognize it."

"What do you say about this?"

Her eyes became colder and her voice revealed dignity.

Dayao looked at the bills and his expression changed a bit.

Then he gritted his teeth and said with a sad face: "Girl from the boss, I don't know, the purchase is all delivered by the girl from the boss."

"I am the shopkeeper in charge of the Ximen Store. When the goods arrive, I receive them, put them on the shelves, and then sell them to customers."

"The perfume was sold from me, but I got it from the shop. Why was it fake? I was kept in the dark. I dare not bear the blame. I am also very wronged.

ah……"

Hearing Dayao's evasive words, Yang Ruoqing was furious.

Beside, some of the 'customers' started to set the pace again, and all their accusing eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing.

Seeing this, Mu Zichuan frowned, and he began to think that at this time of crisis, if it really didn't work, he could only temporarily close down the shop and take Qing'er away first.

Then wait for the storm to pass, deal with it, take care of it, and then release Qing'er.

Just when Mu Zichuan was about to speak, Yang Ruoqing spoke up again.

"Okay, if that's the case, it means there's an insider in our shop."

"Don't go away, everyone, the fun is yet to come!"

Then, she turned around and sat back, and asked Mu Zichuan to sit back too.

I asked the waiter to change the tea leaves, drank tea again, and waited quietly amidst the whispers around me...

Mu Zichuan drank tea calmly. He was originally a little worried and anxious, but when he saw Yang Ruoqing's calm expression, he also calmed down.

Ever since this girl recovered from her madness, for so many years, whether in the shopping mall or in the village.

Everything she does and every difficulty she encounters can be solved skillfully.

This girl doesn't fight an unprepared battle.

"Sir, please have some tea. Uncle Yao, please refill your water!"

Yang Ruoqing reminded again.

Dayao has been standing there in a daze since the previous wave.

At this moment, he quickly came back to his senses and was a little bit in a hurry to refill the Muzi River.

Seeing all this in Dayao, a trace of disappointment flashed across Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

Time passed like this little by little, and when everyone around was getting a little impatient, there was a rush of footsteps outside the shop.

Then, a figure walked into the shop.

At first glance, it turned out to be the young father-in-law Wan Qingchun.

Wan Qingchun is a celebrity in the capital. He is a dandy, dissolute, arrogant, domineering and unruly...

However, because of the Minamata disease last time, he followed Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang around, made meritorious deeds, and was rewarded by the King of Qi, which brightened his image a bit.

At this moment, as soon as he burst into the shop, everyone recognized him.

"Young Master, why are you here?" Mu Zichuan stood up and asked.

Wan Qingchun said: "Master Mu, I heard that you were newly appointed as the inspector of the shops in the capital, and I came here specifically to report to you."

"Near an abandoned temple twenty miles west of the capital, I found a few people acting suspiciously. It seemed like it was a black workshop. I left my men there to keep an eye on it. Please send someone to arrest that black man as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!