Celestial Fortune's sparse funds are certainly no match for Cold Dew.
"What a pity."
Qin Yun sneered internally. Such tactics might be fatal to other clothing stores, but for him, there's not much to worry about.
"Have we figured out why Cold Dew Clothing is suppressing us at Celestial Fortune?" Qin Yun looked at Zhao Tianqiang and asked.
For now, he still didn't know the reason behind the suppression.
"We haven't figured it out yet." Zhao Tianqiang said with some embarrassment.
Cold Dew Clothing suddenly opened, mimicked Celestial Fortune, hired people to boost traffic and cut prices—all happening in such a short period—he truly hadn't uncovered the reason yet.
Hearing this, Qin Yun frowned slightly.
Celestial Fortune is being suppressed by Cold Dew, and yet he still doesn't know the reason. His connections are still too shallow.
