After wearing the chronological control group

Under the warm yellow light, Ye Weixie leaned slightly against the counter.

He looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he watched Yu Qinghe skillfully crossed out the price on the list of goods he had copied, and then re-wrote it on it.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

Zhang An felt a toothache, "Enough is enough."

"Okay." Yu Qinghe pushed the list over, "When will the shipment be delivered?"

Zhang An lowered his head and scanned it from beginning to end.

Although Yu Qinghe's prices seemed outrageous to others, Zhang An, the client, knew that all the prices were just at the lowest psychological price he could accept.

It's hell.

"Tomorrow." He said angrily.

After speaking, he threw something like an account book to Yu Qinghe, "Fill it out yourself."

Yu Qinghe took it, and then started to fill in the form familiarly.

Ye Weixie: "..."

Feeling out of place in this world.

I don't know which TV series is on the TV in the counter, and the sound is a bit noisy.

In the background sound, his gaze unconsciously fell on Yu Qinghe's face.

Probably due to eating well during this period, the child has grown a little flesh on his face, and he no longer has the skinny feeling when he first saw him.

But even so, his profile is still sharp and heroic.

And it was probably because the eyes were blocked by the glasses, after the lack of that clean, the whole person suddenly showed its sharpness like a knife out of its sheath.

Ye Weixie suddenly had the illusion that my family has an old father who has just grown up.

Glad.

The moment his eyes fell on his face, Yu Qinghe had already noticed it immediately, but he didn't expect that the other party hadn't moved away for a long time, and even got worse and hotter.

He knew that as long as he gave a little signal, this line of sight would disappear, but he kept calm selfishly, pretending he didn't notice anything.

He hoped that this line of sight could stay with him a little longer.

It's just that he forgot that it's not just the two of them here.

Zhang An stretched out his hand to Ye Weixie very blindly, "Hello, Zhang An."

Ye Weixie was wandering in the sky, so when he suddenly saw a hand in front of him, he was obviously startled, and then subconsciously pursed his lips and smiled: "Hello, Ye Weixie."

The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white. When he pursed his lips and smiled, his peach blossom eyes curved up, shining like stars.

Dazed by this smile, Zhang An was stunned for a moment, and he didn't come back to his senses until his arm was slapped violently.

Facing Yu Qinghe's unkind eyes, he touched the tip of his nose unnaturally, thinking, no wonder Yu Qinghe was so tight with Hu.

Fortunately, Ye Weixie is a man, if it is a woman, I am afraid that he will have to fight for blood.

He was just about to chat with Ye Weixie when he threw a notebook in front of him.

"Okay." Yu Qinghe said with a bad expression and tone.

Zhang An was wronged, so it was rare that he didn't reply. He quickly checked the goods, and finally reported the final amount.

After hearing this, Yu Qinghe said, "Invoice."

Because of Yu Qinghe's favor, what Ye Weixie wanted was sex, so he finally didn't let him go back to Jingcheng with empty pockets.

"Ah, that's right." Before leaving, Ye Weixie suddenly remembered something, "Do you have beauty here... Ah, no, do you sell contact lenses here?"

After speaking, Ye Weixie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he reacted quickly, otherwise the word 'colour contact lenses' would have been thrown out.

Zhang An didn't realize that he had changed his words, but asked in confusion, "Contact lenses?"

"Correct."

Ye Weixie knew that contact lenses are not popular yet, so most people don’t know about them, so he explained, “It’s the glasses that are placed in the eyes, a thin piece, some are transparent, some are colored, we want It's the black kind."

Zhang An thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

"Oh." Ye Weixie felt a little lost, he thought Zhang An had so many weird things here, and contact lenses would also be there.

"excuse me."

Normally, this kind of questioning would end here, but when Zhang An saw Ye Weixie's disappointed face, he suddenly said in a strange way, "I can help you find it."

Yu Qinghe frowned, "No..."

Ye Weixie's eyes lit up, and his voice was full of joy, as if he was looking forward to this event.

"Can you?" he asked.

Yu Qinghe opened his mouth and swallowed back the words he hadn't finished.

The boy is also for him, he shouldn't stop it.

Zhang An smiled: "Of course."

Ye Weixie was humble, "Will it be too much trouble?"

"No, it's not a big deal." Zhang An said.

Ye Weixie: "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

Zhang An just wanted to say that he has a lot of glasses here, and he can pick a pair, when the boy suddenly turned his head and said excitedly to Yu Qing: "When you find contact lenses, you won't have to wear such heavy glasses."

Zhang An widened his eyes, "So the contact lenses are for Yu?"

Ye Weixie turned his head and said inexplicably, "Otherwise?" He is not short-sighted, so why do he need glasses?

Yu Qinghe raised the corners of his mouth, apparently in a good mood.

Zhang An was speechless.

He took a deep breath, and threw himself back into the recliner again, "Goodbye, let's go!"

Ye Weixie looked at Yu Qinghe, and asked silently, "What should I do?"

"Leave him alone." After speaking, he pulled Ye Weixie away without giving Zhang An a half look.

When they got back to the homestay, Ye Weixie couldn't hold back and asked Yu Qinghe, "You seem to know Zhang An very well, have you known each other for a long time?"

Yu Qinghe didn't want to talk about Zhang An, but he still said on the face: "No, the last time we came here was the first time we met." But it does not include the previous life.

"Then this is your second meeting?" Ye Weixie asked in surprise.

"Correct."

Ye Weixie couldn't believe it, "Then why do I feel like you two have known each other for more than ten years?"

Especially Yu Qinghe, he was very relaxed in front of Zhang An.

Yu Qinghe didn't expect the young man to be so sensitive, his heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged and he said, "That's your illusion, brother."

"Except for the last time and this time, I have never been to Shenzhen. And do you think Zhang An will meet someone I used to know?"

Ye Weixie thought about the warehouse behind the canteen, as well as the comfortable reclining chairs and TV, and shook his head.

"That's it." Yu Qinghe opened the backpack, took out a towel and a change of clothes, "Go take a shower first?"

"Oh."

Ye Weixie scratched his head, got up and took things into the bathroom.

It's just that although others went in, their minds were still on the previous things.

Although Yu Qinghe never had a good look towards Zhang An, he could tell that Yu Qinghe treated Zhang An differently.And his intuition told him that Yu Qinghe in front of Zhang An was the real one.

It's not that Yu Qinghe was lying in front of him, but...

His thoughts suddenly stopped here, because Ye Weixie couldn't think of any adjectives to describe this feeling.

Maybe Yu Qinghe was a little cautious in front of him?

It doesn't seem right either.

After thinking for a while, Ye Weixie still had no answer. In the end, he could only boil down to the fact that he was a relative, while Zhang An was a friend.And boys are always much more relaxed in front of friends than in front of family.

Thinking of this, Ye Weixie felt that in the future, he should not let the child follow him all the time.

At this age, when he loves to play, he should go out and get in touch with friends more.

"I'm fine." Ye Weixie quickly brushed his hair and came out.

"Yeah." Yu Qinghe was reading a book, but when he heard this, he looked up and met a white chest.

Ye Weixie was shirtless.

Yu Qinghe's face was completely red.

He turned his head away, "Why don't you wear clothes?"

"It's a bit hot inside, so I didn't take it in." Ye Weixie didn't feel anything, walked to the bed naturally, turned out the T-shirt cover in two or three times, "Hurry up and wash it, or it won't be hot in a while." It's water."

Yu Qinghe gave a vague 'hmm', and waited until the rustling stopped before turning his head to look over.

He saw that the boy had already put on his clothes, but he just put them on, with half of his shoulders crookedly exposed.

Yu Qinghe: "..."

He pursed his lips and turned his eyes away, "You—"

"Hey, why is your face so red?" Ye Weixie seemed to have discovered a new world suddenly, worried that the other party had a fever due to too much sun today, so he subconsciously walked around the end of the bed, wanting to walk over to have a look.

But Yu Qinghe dropped the book after discovering his intentions, and rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing.

In the end, there were only two words that came from a distance, "It's hot."

Ye Weixie only felt a gust of wind blowing by, and when he looked back, the bathroom door had already been closed.

He frowned suspiciously, "If it's hot, it's hot, why are you running?"

Moreover, he turned his head to look at the electric fan by the window, it was on third gear, right?

It's fine if he's hot just after taking a shower, Yu Qinghe has been blowing on the fan, right?

Weird.

Ye Weixie thought about it, but he didn't come up with a reason, and because he still had something else on his mind, he simply didn't think about it, and quickly took out a notebook and a pen from his backpack.

Then quickly write down the follow-up plan.

Although he complained to Yu Qinghe today, but the matter has come to this point, he has no way out.

That being the case, it is better to do things well.

And after Zheng Hui quit, he was the chief helm. He could no longer be in charge of his own affairs like before, but had to coordinate the overall situation.

With the experience of running a comic studio in the previous life, it is not difficult to come up with a plan.

He concentrated and scribbled down his plans for the next month.

So I didn't notice at all, more than 40 minutes had passed quietly.

In the bathroom, Yu Qinghe and the dirty clothes he had changed had looked at each other for 15 minutes.

He was in such a hurry that he brought neither a towel nor a change of clothes.

Now he has two options, one is to ask Ye Weixie to help carry it; the other is to put on dirty clothes and go out.

Reason told him that he should choose one, which is simple and convenient, and it is the best choice no matter from which point of view, but he couldn't say it out for a long time, and could only stare at the dirty clothes.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Qinghe took a deep breath and put on dirty clothes.

He just waited for him to open the door and go out, only to find that Ye Weixie had collapsed on the bed and fell asleep at some point.

The boy buried his face in the pillow, his lips parted slightly, and slept soundly.

Yu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

He tiptoedly took his clothes back to the bathroom, scrubbed them again before putting on clean clothes and coming out.

He walked to the side of the bed and tried to straighten the boy up, and then found that the boy was still holding a pen in his hand, while the notebook was spread out on the other side, apparently fell asleep halfway through his work.

Yu Qinghe smiled, leaned over and carefully took the pen and notebook away from his hand.

The young man was disturbed, he muttered vaguely, 'Don't make trouble', and fell asleep again.

Yu Qinghe's eyes fell on the boy's eyebrows.

After a while, he raised his hand, and his fingertips were gone.

"Good night."

"Is this here?" Ye Weixie was a little dumbfounded after getting off the car, because he didn't expect Jiang Wei to give the address of the chiffon fabric merchant to be in a shanty town.

He turned around and took two steps back, bent over and asked the taxi driver, "Master, are you sure the address is correct?"

The driver was looking for money for Yu Qinghe, without raising his head when he heard the words, "That's right! There is only one road in Shenzhen City. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone here. No matter who you ask, it's here."

"Ok."

Ye Weixie also knew that the current Shenzhen market is not as big as it will be in later generations, and the possibility of making mistakes is almost zero.

In the end, Ye Weixie asked several people and walked around for more than ten minutes before finally finding the place.

Ye Weixie looked around, then looked at the low shack in front of him that was built with various materials, and hesitated, "It should be here, right?"

"The blue gate, there is a piece of red cloth hanging on the gate, it's right, it should be here." After Yu Qinghe finished speaking, he went up and knocked on the door.

After a long while, an old voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Ye Weixie and Yu Qinghe looked at each other, and said loudly: "Hello, we are looking for Mr. Song Jinsong, is he at home?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Song Jin."

"Oh! Are you looking for Ah Jin?"

After a rustling sound, the dilapidated wooden door was pulled open with a 'squeak', the light from outside the door shone in, and a hunched old man appeared in front of the two of them.

The old man should be eight or ninety years old, his back is bowed deeply, and his face is full of years.

The cloudy eyes looked for a long time before they landed on Ye Weixie and Yu Qinghe accurately, "Are you looking for Ah Jin?"

Only then did Ye Weixie realize that the other party's teeth were about to fall out, only two or three were left.

He nodded, increased his volume and said, "That's right."

"Oh, he's gone out." The old man leaned on a cane with one hand and waved the other, "Do you want to come in and wait?"

Ye Weixie and Yu Qinghe looked at each other and said, "That's troublesome."

"No... trouble, come in."

Ye Weixie took two quick steps to help the old man, but was rejected, "I can still walk without help."

Ye Weixie didn't force it, but he was always by his side, he was afraid that the old man would accidentally fall.

After the old man entered, he still wanted to pull stools for the two of them, but Ye Weixie hurriedly pulled two chairs by himself, and said, "Grandpa, you sit down, we can take it by ourselves."

Seeing this, the old man wanted to pour water again, "Water."

"No need." Ye Weixie simply forcibly helped him to the side of the bed and sat down, "Master, you're welcome, we can do it ourselves."

The old man also knew that he was slow to move, so he didn't move at all, "Then you can do what you want."

"Ok."

After sitting down, Ye Weixie was finally able to see the furnishings in the room clearly.

In the room of less than 20 square meters, there is only a bed, a cabinet, a small table and a few worn-out chairs, and all the pots and pans are piled up in the corner.

There are poor people in all ages, and there will still be people living in shantytowns in 2022, so Ye Weixie doesn't find it surprising, but this obviously doesn't match Song Jin's identity.

After all, to be able to produce fabrics, there must be machines and workshops.

So Song Jin shouldn't be poor enough to live in a shanty town.

The old man suddenly asked, "Why are you looking for Ah Jin?"

Ye Weixie: "Ask him something."

"Oh, he went to the hospital to see the child, and he should be back soon." The old man was vague, and he spoke intermittently for a long time before finishing.

But Ye Weixie could still hear clearly, the hospital, the child, plus, his eyes fell on the old man, if this is the case, it is not difficult to understand living in such a place.

"Is the child sick?" Ye Weixie asked.

The old man was a little deaf and couldn't hear clearly, "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Did I say the child was sick?" he asked aloud.

Grandpa, "Yes, I'm in the hospital."

"Dad? Why did you open the door??"

Ye Weixie wanted to ask about the situation, but there was an inquiry at the door, and the three of them looked towards the door together.

After a while, a middle-aged man rushed in.

As soon as Song Jin arrived at the door of the house, he found that the door of the house was open, and he didn't see his old father outside, so he thought that something had happened, so he hurried in, and then found something was wrong as soon as he entered the door.

There are two more people in the family.

They don't look very old, and they are accompanying the old father on one left and one on the right.

And he didn't know each other.

"Ah Jin is back?" The old man couldn't see clearly, he only felt that the silhouette of the figure at the door looked a bit like his son.

Song Jin took two steps inside, "Dad, it's me."

"Oh," the old man immediately pointed to the two people beside him and said, "These two little brothers said they needed something for you, so I let them come in and wait."

Ye Weixie took a quick look at the middle-aged man when he came in. He should be around forty years old, very thin, and not too tall, and probably because of excessive worry and deep nasolabial folds.

It doesn't look easy to get along with.

"Hello, Mr. Song." Ye Weixie got up and stretched out his hand towards the other party.

Song Jin shook hands with Ye Weixie subconsciously, "Hello. Who are you?"

Ye Weixie introduced himself, "My surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Weixie. This is my younger brother, Yu Qinghe. We came here to ask you about fabrics."

"Fabric?" Song Jin's eyes lit up when he heard it, and his hands clenched into fists.

If he can sell another batch of fabrics, then his son's surgery fee...

He stared at Ye Weixie, and asked with trembling lips, "Do you want to buy fabrics?"

Ye Weixie was suddenly frightened by his appearance, subconsciously took two steps back.

Yu Qinghe frowned and stood in front of him, "Mr. Song, please calm down first."

"Ah? Oh." Song Jin came back to her senses, and found that she had frightened people, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed and worried, "I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I'm just too excited, and I don't mean any harm."

"It's okay." Ye Weixie said.

"How much do you want?" Song Jin asked tentatively.

Ye Weixie asked without answering: "How much do you have?"

Song Jin glanced at his old father, vacillated between talking about the inventory casually and telling the truth, and said, "I can arrange production right away."

That is out of stock.

"How long is the production cycle?" Ye Weixie continued to ask.

"20 days to a month."

Ye Weixie nodded, "What about the production capacity?"

Song Jin reported a number.

Ye Weixie thought for a while, and said, "Can we visit your factory?"

"Of course, when do you want to go?" Song Jin asked.

Ye Weixie: "The sooner the better."

"Then I'll take you there to see it now?"

"it is good."

After Song Jin explained a few words to his old father, he quickly left with Ye Weixie and Yu Qinghe.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a place not far from the shanty town, but equally dilapidated.

Song Jin stopped in front of a tin house, took out the key and opened the door, saying, "The place is a bit rough, but I assure you that the quality of the products is definitely fine."

Ye Weixie didn't comment.

Song Jin didn't say any more, and opened the door to let them in.

Ye Weixie looked around first, and found that the outside didn't look like much, but the inside was clean and tidy.

He actually couldn't understand those machines, but that didn't stop him from asking questions.

But no matter what questions he asked, Song Jin answered them fluently.

Obviously really understand.

And the excitement on his face and the eagerness in his eyes when it comes to what the machine does can't fool anyone.

"So, let's order five hundred horses first."

"Okay, okay." Song Jin nodded hastily upon hearing this, "We will arrange production right away, but..." Speaking of this, Song Jin suddenly felt a little guilty.

After waiting for a while, he turned his head and looked at Song Jin, "Huh? But what?"

"That," he rubbed his hands a little stiffly, and said, "Well, you need to pay first when you place an order."

Ye Weixie thought he was talking about a deposit, so he said, "Yes, how much is the deposit?"

"No." Song Jin was a little unassuming, "I want the full payment."

Ye Weixie: "..."

Ye Weixie smiled and said, "This is against the rules."

"I know this is a bit difficult." Facing the two teenagers, Song Jin said with some embarrassment, "But you have also seen the situation in my family. My son is still lying in the hospital, and the family has no money left. come out."

"If I don't give the full payment, I can't even buy the raw materials, let alone produce them."

Ye Weixi pursed his lower lip and was about to say something when Yu Qinghe, who had been quietly acting as the background board, suddenly said, "Yes."

Ye Weixie turned his head and looked over, "Qinghe?"

Although he sympathized with Song Jin's experience, the business is not charity, and the point is that he can't afford the money now.

Yu Qinghe took his wrist and squeezed it to appease him, "But we have conditions."

"You said."

Yu Qinghe: "If you want to sell technology, we have the right of first refusal."

"What do you mean?" Song Jin is just a technician who likes weaving and doesn't know much about these things.

Yu Qinghe explained, "It means that if one day you want to sell your current weaving technology, you need to sell it to us first. Only when we don't want it, can you sell it to others."

Song Jin thought for a while, he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage, and he didn't intend to sell technology, "Okay."

Yu Qinghe: "Then let's sign the contract."

Song Jin didn't expect that the matter would be settled like this, and he felt a little dazed, "Okay, okay."

The author has something to say:

It may be that yesterday I went out for a trip, and I have been dizzy since I came back, so there may not be a second update today, I can only say try my best, okay?