"500 for one pad?"
Ding Kaifang raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that just robbery?"
"Tell me about it. Their ads say they've added some 'negative ion chip' and 'nano-silver ions,' claiming it's antibacterial, warms the uterus, and soothes menstrual pain. They even got a bunch of influencers and celebrities to endorse it, hyping it up as some 'exclusive for the elite.'"
Wang Lei curled his lip in disdain. "Our R&D department bought some to disassemble and analyze. It's just a gimmick. That so-called chip is just a piece of dyed, non-woven fabric. They added a bit of menthol to create a cool, tingly sensation. There are no negative ions whatsoever."
Ding Kaifang waved a hand dismissively and sneered, "That's just them getting desperate. Our mid-range products are wiping the floor with them, so their only option is to start charging an idiot tax. Ignore them. This kind of false advertising won't last."
"Yes." Wang Lei turned to leave.
"Wait..."
