At this moment, at a stall somewhere in the West City market of Far East City.
Xia Ping had deliberately appeared at this stall. A huge crowd had gathered around it, packing the market so tightly not even water could trickle through. The public outrage surged like a tide; it was livelier than New Year's.
"Pay up, you crooked merchant! You actually dared sell us fakes—compensate us immediately!"
"That's right! I checked them all. Every pair you shipped was a pair of Knockoff Gale Shoes. Not a single pair was real—damn it, not one!"
"Hurry up and compensate us for our losses, or we'll sue you until you're stripped bare and ruined!"
Countless people shouted for Xia Ping to compensate their losses, greed blazing in every pair of eyes as though they wanted to loot every last coin off him.
"That's right, those Gale Shoes were indeed fakes. But according to the contract, I've already compensated you for your losses—one fake, triple compensation." Xia Ping admitted that they had indeed been Knockoff Gale Shoes, all of them counterfeit goods.
Moreover, he had already paid compensation in full compliance with the contract. He had broken no law.
"Compensate your mother!"
A brawny man cursed loudly. "I bought ten pairs of fake Gale Shoes, and you shipped me forty pairs! The hell kind of compensation is that?!"
He practically wanted to spit in Xia Ping's face.
"What's the problem? What are you dissatisfied with? Didn't I admit they were fakes? You didn't even need to take me to court—I compensated you directly. That saved everyone time, so don't be too grateful."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back. To save time, he had directly mailed out three times the number of Gale Shoes as compensation.
"No, that's not right! That