"I knew there was something going on when you two were exchanging looks back then!"
Jeff showed not a trace of guilt. Holding his head high, he sent Little Bai to make him coffee-two cups.
"Ding! You should understand me. I moved to China to make money. He's willing to pay, and I'm willing to take it. What's wrong with that?"
Ding Ding choked for a moment, at a loss for words.
In his hand was a printed polyester jersey swatch. He had seen it when he was making that batch of Roman fabric at the factory. It was a development sample for Famous Brand.
Now that both the development sample and the bulk order were in Ding Ding's hands, what had happened went without saying.
"The shipping company for the Roman fabric-was that through Zixin?"
"Bingo!" Jeff snapped his fingers. "He gave me what I wanted, so of course I had to give him what he wanted."
"..."
To be honest, Ding Ding had never poached someone else's order midway through.
Had it been anyone else, Ding Ding might have hesitated. After all, doing something like this really was unethical.
But with Li Hao on the receiving end, Ding Ding laughed.
"Nicely done!"
"Hahaha!" Jeff was even more delighted. "You refused back then. I thought you'd still refuse now."
That was different. If Ding Ding had to take the initiative himself, his conscience wouldn't let him. But with the order already slapped down on his desk, he would be a fool not to take the money.
"Didn't they sign a contract?" Ding Ding asked.
Usually, the company developing the fabric would agree with the client that once the bulk order came through, the client could not give the order for the developed sample fabric to another company, precisely to