Her Kindergarten is Full of Villainous Students

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

As soon as the words were spoken, the comments section on Xiao Moushu's post immediately surged to 3,000.

Netizens commented: "What's the deal with 1,200? My brother's tutoring fee is only 25 per hour. My brother must be the one who was picked up."

"I'm really jealous, my own child doesn't get treated as well as a kindergartener."

"Those who accused He Lingfeng of abuse should apologize now."

"Just a while ago I was defending the kindergarten, and someone kept pestering me. We argued for an hour. Now that they've posted this clarification, that person is hiding like a turtle. If you have the nerve to insult others, you should have the nerve to apologize. Don't hide in there silently, I know you're watching."

The netizens didn't expect the situation to develop this way.

Initially, they were so adamant, scorching everything in their path.

Now they realize they were mocking a joke.

Su Jun was right, who would spend 200 per hour on tutoring for a 5-year-old?

And to be able to keenly discover a child's talent, that's not neglect - the child must be given special attention to know their abilities in this area.

Other people realized: "No wonder we could only see He Lingfeng when he was playing games."

"So he was secretly taking lessons behind the scenes."

"Do you remember? There was a live stream once. He Lingfeng publicly said he didn't want to play, he just wanted to study, but Shen Wei persuaded him to strike a balance between work and play."

"I see, she's making me cry. Not only did she pay top dollar for his tutoring, but she also gave the child a childhood where he could play freely with his friends."

"I'll be staying put here today, let's see who dares to badmouth them now."

But the trolls wouldn't surrender so easily: "Am I the only one who thinks this is just the old trick of exploiting children again? The celebrity kindergarten is starting to hype up a child prodigy!"

"Yeah right, a 5-year-old learning middle school material. What a joke?"

"A 5-year-old's brain probably isn't even fully developed yet."

"To say something so outrageous, looks like Shen Wei is playing a bigger game here."

"Maybe when they initially paid 200 per hour to hire someone, they already had a plan in mind. Are we all just pawns in their game?"

"That's terrifying."

"The celebrity kindergarten just wants attention, right? Well, this is a great way to create a child prodigy that will keep them famous for 10 years."

"The kindergarten's loyal old fans must be helpless. What do you mean? Does Shen Wei need money? Spreading rumors every day, don't you have any scruples?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

They had already forgotten about the clothing promotion incident from the beginning.

In front of the phone, a little blond boy was watching the commotion with a sly smile on his lips: "I told you, ordinary people can't compete with capital, why wouldn't they believe me?"

Now you see, if there are no flaws, he can create them.

They've been using these methods successfully over and over.

They've taken down more celebrities than you can count.

Now Little Yellow Hair couldn't wait to see Kindergarten Teacher Shen Wei crying her eyes out.

If Shen Wei knew it was because she provoked the wrong people that led to this situation, would she regret it?

At that moment, someone from the business department immediately called Little Yellow Hair: "Oh no, Shen Wei is responding with a live stream."

"So what if she's live streaming, she's too preoccupied with her own troubles to bother with us. Good job bro, now think of another way to take them down so they can never recover."

On the other end, the business department was going crazy: "Just go look for yourself, stop blabbering with me." They were completely panicking.

After hanging up, Little Yellow Hair didn't know why the other person was so agitated, but he immediately went to watch. Oh no, this was a mess that couldn't be swept under the rug.

Shen Wei was tearing into them directly on her live stream, not about He Lingfeng's issue, but pointing her guns directly at them instead.

She had their product samples and test reports.

"Little Eggs previously approached me for a collaboration, but I declined because their test results didn't meet standards. I never expected they would show up at our kindergarten and verbally abuse our security guard. Once they knew we wouldn't work with them, they started making outrageous claims."

Finally, she revealed two test reports from reputable institutions.

One verified their products as Class B, but labeled them as Class A.

As we know, Class A clothing is typically much more expensive than Class B.

Coupled with Little Eggs' brand premium, the markup could be tenfold or more.

Many parents just want to buy good quality for their children, even if they have to cut spending elsewhere.

But they ended up falling into the company's trap, with that hard-earned money going straight into the company's pockets.

A company's reputation is crucial.

Little Yellow Hair's face stiffened, never imagining Shen Wei would go for the jugular like this.

Using such high attention to directly target the brand.

"Little Eggs" is one of the largest domestic maternity and childcare companies, with billions in annual sales.

Now they've been exposed, causing an uproar.

Many people forwarded the test reports to their friends' circles or groups.

The state cracks down hard on fraud, but people have been operating in the dark, never expecting the company would commit fraud.

Their painstakingly built brand image over so many years has now been destroyed.

No wonder the business department was in such a panic earlier. They thought they were just going to extinguish a small celebrity, as easy as squashing an ant. But they ended up kicking an iron plate this time.

With this single move of striking at the root, Shen Wei shifted everyone's attention from He Lingfeng to Little Eggs' clothing.

"Oh my god, I've been buying this brand for my child since they were 1 year old. They're heartless."

"I don't replace my own clothes for years, just so I can buy good ones for my child, even if I have to grit my teeth."

"I'm devastated, I just bought clothes from this brand for my brother's kid a few days ago, and now it's exposed."

"I've been saying for a while that after buying their clothes, my child would break out in rashes. Back then when I posted about it online, many people said it was my child's problem. Now the truth is out - it's their poor clothing quality."

From the other side of the internet, Little Yellow Hair was sweating profusely.

Soon, his direct supervisor started calling him.

Once they investigate, they'll know he's the one who stirred up this mess.

If the brand pursues legal action, he won't be able to pay it back in several lifetimes. His eyes darkened, not daring to pick up the call.

But Shen Wei wasn't done yet.

Soon, she released another video clip.

This clip contained the raving statements Little Yellow Hair made earlier.

Shen Wei's side had high-definition security cameras provided by the system.

They captured his expressions crystal clear.

Especially when he arrogantly said he would make Shen Wei regret it, and that an arm can't twist a thigh, and so on.

Now everyone finally understood why the voices criticizing the kindergarten exploded overnight.

This is why.

"Wow, I never knew what it meant to throw one's weight around until now."

"No wonder the state doesn't allow monopolies, once you have power, this is what you become."

"I've reported them, urging the authorities to investigate Little Eggs thoroughly. I also suggest everyone keep records of past purchases to prepare for refunds. Our money is hard-earned, we can't just let these unscrupulous companies take advantage."

"Sisters, I've written the refund and reporting methods on Xiao Moushu."

Shen Wei's counterattack was so swift, Young Master Gu returned with evidence that Little Eggs had hired internet trolls.

All of a sudden, Little Eggs, who was once a national clothing brand, became an existence that everyone wanted to beat up.