Jiang Ran flipped the label around for everyone to see.
"Every piece of clothing here has a label. The name of the small wardrobe is embroidered on the front, as well as the size of the garment, the date the garment was made, and the serial number of the garment."
The label was square. It was not easy to embroider so many things on it.
Jiang Ran was the one who did this at first, but later he handed it over to Feng Xuehua.
Feng Xuehua knew how to use a sewing machine to embroider, so it was not difficult at all to embroider these words.
In the beginning, when she was not familiar with it, her speed might be slower.
But after she got used to it, her speed skyrocketed.
When Jiang Ran first proposed to embroider this label, Xia Qiufang and the others thought it was unnecessary.
But now, they felt incomparably fortunate.
Lucky!
Lucky that Jiang Ran had the foresight to do this in advance, so that they would not be so passive now.
The middle-aged woman looked at the label and was stunned for a moment. Soon, she opened her mouth and was about to say something.
But before she could speak, Jiang Ran continued, "We recorded the serial number on the label in the notebook, one by one.
The label of every dress is in the same place. Since you said that this dress was made here, then see if there is a label. "
"You —"
The middle-aged woman's expression changed instantly. She reached out to grab the dress in Jiang Ran's hand, but Jiang Ran dodged it easily.
Jiang Ran took a step back and found the same place, but he did not see the label.
The place where the label should be was sewn neatly and there was no crack. The label could not have fallen off, and there were no traces of it being cut off.
Everyone's eyes followed Jiang Ran's movements closely. After seeing this scene, they understood everything.
The middle-aged woman got this dress from somewhere and insisted that she bought it in the small wardrobe. She was deliberately looking for trouble.
"What else do you have to say?" Jiang Ran looked at the middle-aged woman coldly.
Being stared at by Jiang Ran like this, the middle-aged woman felt uncomfortable and stuttered.
After opening her mouth a few times, she finally said, "I … Maybe I remembered wrongly … I didn't buy it here.
Give me back my dress! "
Jiang Ran sneered and raised his eyebrows. "You just swore that you bought the dress here, and now you're saying that you didn't buy it here. You've made up all the lies, and our men were beaten up by you for nothing?"
"Then what do you want?"
"Hit them back," Jiang Ran said calmly.
"Hit me back?" The middle-aged woman exclaimed and almost jumped up from the ground. "You want to hit me?
You wish!
I dare you to lay a finger on me! "
What Jiang Ran disliked the most was being threatened.
Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, he quickly walked up and slapped the woman's face.
The crisp sound of a slap rang out. The woman's face was slapped to the side, and her body also took two steps back.
Although this woman was not as tall as Jiang Ran, she had a strong figure. Her exposed arms were as thick as Jiang Ran's arms.
But such a person was slapped by Jiang Ran and took two steps back.
With this, everyone's gazes when looking at Jiang Ran changed.
Only Xia Qiufang was not surprised at all.
What was this?
Jiang Ran was a person who could send people flying with a slap. Now the middle-aged woman only took two steps back. Obviously, Jiang Ran was merciful.