"Counterfeits of Golden-O Face Cream have recently been found, and they’ve caused discomfort to consumers' faces. The current situation remains unclear. No relevant feedback has been given by either Grant Corporation or Pristine Group. Hence, we shall continue our reports here.”
The day before Theo returned, news of Golden-O Face Cream counterfeits took the internet by storm.
Closing the report, I rubbed my temples. Neil was sitting across from me. Similarly, he was also troubled by this.
"How can there be counterfeits?” Neil scratched his head. He was unable to come up with an answer even after a long time.
I frowned. "We produce Golden-O in our own factory, and it’s controlled by the EUR team. How could there be issues? Where did these counterfeits come from?”
"No, there was a time in the middle when you returned to Green Orange. In order to expand production volume and avoid short supply, Mr. Nibel and President Grant talked about looking for an outsourcing factory for joint development. These fakes are most likely coming from that outsourcing factory.”
"Why did such a thing happen? Which factory is it?”
Neil pondered for a bit before answering, “Gloria.”
"Contact them quick.”
Neil called them many times after getting their contact information but could not get through.
"They obviously had prepared to disappear a long time ago.
This incident looked planned no matter how one looked at it.
Nibel paid a lot of attention to this Golden-O project, though. Could he have arranged it?
I looked at Neil in front of me but did not share what I was thinking.
"If this is the case, then we’ll have to release a joint press to clarify our position first. We will have to bear all the losses. If distributors want to return their stocks, we’ll have to accept them. It’s fine.”
"Okay. I'll go back and deal with it now."
After Neil left, I was about to call Theo when he called.
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