Feng Wenhui and his wife had never expected that Liu Jiagui, who was at least a distant relative, would actually bring counterfeit goods to sell.
At the time, Liu Jiagui had said he urgently needed some money, so Feng Jun's parents had settled the bill on the spot.
When the two discovered the goods were fake and went to ask him for a refund, he naturally denied it. "Was that even the batch I sold you?"
Zhang Junyi was furious and went straight to complain to Liu Jiagui's parents. "Can't you keep your son under control?"
In the end, the old couple sided with Liu Jiagui, and he claimed, "I'd been drinking that day. As far as I remember, I brought genuine goods. You insist I brought fakes—are you taking advantage of the fact that I can't remember things after drinking?"
It was pretty helpless, really. Small counties were like that—counterfeit and shoddy goods were everywhere, and even the gifts he received included plenty of fakes.
One thing was certain: Liu Jiagui would never deliberately stock up on counterfeit goods just to sell them to a small shop. He had simply sold the fake gifts he received at the price of genuine goods.
With Director Liu using drunkenness as an excuse, Feng Wenhui and his wife had no choice. The man had already gotten drunk; they could hardly keep pressing the matter. If they did, they would not even be able to remain relatives.
Of course, more importantly, Liu Jiagui was still a leader of some standing. Since they could not get the money back anyway, it really was not worth offending a leader over it.
So the two sides continued visiting each other afterward, and that muddled affair could only be allowed to pass.
Today, Liu Jiagui had come