President of Custom

On a rare holiday, at five o'clock, Song Fengshi was woken up by a call from his grandpa in the country.

"Your sister is coming! Go to the station to pick her up!"

"Sister?" Song Fengshi rubbed his forehead, "How many younger sisters do I have?"

"Everyone in the village is a family!" Grandpa replied with a loud voice.

Song Family Village, a home is a village.

When Song Meichai wanted to "disturb" Song Feng, she also felt that it was inappropriate.Therefore, she got out of the car with a blushing face, holding the native eggs that her mother stuffed for her to give to "Brother Dafeng".

The station is full of people coming and going, bustling, and it is not easy to recognize the people who are responding.

What's more, she and Song Fengshi haven't seen each other for a long time.

However, she still recognized Song Fengshi at a glance.

In fact, it’s not right to say that she recognized it immediately, but Song Fengshi stood there very eye-catchingly, and she subconsciously focused her eyes on this man. He was wearing a khaki trench coat, and the Chelsea tailoring was especially slim, which could outline Song Fengshi’s length With a long waist, the hem of the windbreaker reveals a pair of straight, slender legs wrapped in narrow-leg pants, with an elegant style.His face is snow-white, his eyebrows are dark gray, his eyes are amber, and there are amiable lying silkworms under his eyes. He looks very pleasing to the eye.

When she saw this man, her first thought was "Wow, there is a handsome guy", and it took about half a minute before she realized, "Huh? Is he Brother Dafeng?"

Song Fengshi came over, suppressed his anger, maintained a good demeanor, and helped the girl with her luggage.

Song Meichai looked at Song Fengshi's face, and unconsciously said, "Wow, Brother Dafeng, you've become more western-looking now!"

Song Fengshi coughed twice, and responded politely: "You are also a 'female college eighteen times, the more beautiful you become'! I remember when I left the village to go to college, you were just a little girl. Now you have grown into a big girl! "—After saying these words, Song Fengshi felt that his tone was like that of an uncle returning to the village during the Chinese New Year.

Song Meichai smiled and said: "You are too good at pretending to be an elder! How old are you older than me? I have graduated from university now."

The two walked out of the station talking and laughing.Song Fengshi didn't eat breakfast, and he was a little hypoglycemic, so he proposed to sit down at the "Xingbake" coffee shop and have a cup of coffee, and eat a croissant or something to fill his stomach.Song Meichai looked tired when she saw Song Feng, so she said, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it!"

Song Fengshi smiled and said, "How can this be done? You are a guest!"

"They're all brothers and sisters!" Song Meichai smiled heartily, "Besides, you also invited me to drink 'Xingbake', and it's worth it if I run an errand for you! Xingbake's coffee is too expensive, and I usually don't Willing to drink."

Saying that, Song Meichai took Song Fengshi's money and hurriedly went to the counter.

Song Fengshi was sitting on the seat, seeing Song Meichai holding the tray of hot coffee and croissants above her head, and walking towards her with small steps, she wanted to persuade her: "Be careful, walk slowly!"

When Song Meichai almost ran into a man in a white shirt, Song Fengshi raised his heart in his throat.

Fortunately, Song Meichai had worked in a restaurant before, so she was very proficient in this operation. She didn't bump into anyone or fall down. She quickly and safely put the tray in front of Song Fengshi, and also stacked the change and put it on the tray.

Song Fengshi smiled and said, "You just happened to be in danger."

Song Meichai blinked: "What?"

"The man you almost bumped into just now." Song Fengshi glanced at the man in the white shirt. "He was wearing a custom-made shirt. If you pour coffee on his clothes, I'm afraid I won't recognize you as a 'sister' 'Yes!" As he spoke, Song Feng smiled, raised his coffee cup and blew on it.

"Customized suit?" Song Meichai turned her head and saw that the man was wearing a plain white shirt, "How do you know it's custom made?"

Song Fengshi replied: "The pleats on the back and sleeves."

"Ok?"

Song Fengshi looked up again: "His pleats are waterfall-style, and they should be from Italy."

"Waterfall...?" Song Meichai didn't understand at all, and it took a long time before she said, "But I also heard from my boss that the folds and buttons of custom-made shirts are different, but I can't tell, and boys also wear jackets, right? You can't see any pleats and buttons when you put on the coat..."

"At that time, you can look at the collar." Song Fengshi replied, "Ordinary shirts—even if they are thousands of yuan shirts—the collar linings are all glued, and custom-made suits are sewn on by hand."

Song Meichai looked at Song Feng and talked about it, feeling a little envious: "Wow, you know so much! You must buy this often, right?"

"I think so too!" Song Fengshi shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm selling this."

Song Meichai's eyes were still shining when she looked at Song Feng, and she said, "That must be a very powerful store, right? Is it a brand store? Have I heard of it?"

"Bao Fanliu." Song Fengshi asked, "Have you heard of it?"

Song Meichai was shocked: "I...Of course I have heard of it! It must be the very expensive brand!"

After a while, Song Meichai said curiously again: "I heard from my boss that Baofanliu may be acquired by a consortium in the recent downturn. Is it true?"

Song Fengshi had also heard these rumors, but he was noncommittal: "I'm a small employee! How can I know so much?"

The word "acquisition" is a big taboo for the current president of Bao Fanliu.

Now he would go crazy when he heard the word "acquisition", which made people in the office dare not even say the words "enough", "first purchase" and "hand hook".

The staff in the president's office can't even say "hook", "enough" and "buy and sell", and the atmosphere becomes more depressed every day.They pretended nothing happened and tapped on the keyboard, but in fact they had already thought about finding another way out.In fact, long before the wind of "acquisition" blows, a group of high-level people have already left-there is no other reason, but the recession.

"Ding dong" - as soon as the elevator door opened, five or six suits, leather folders, and laptops walked out of it. Like a TV drama villain, he looked powerful, unfriendly, and not a good person at first glance.

"This is the person who wants the 'sensitive word' from our Kuilong Group?" The assistants whispered, but they still dare not say the word "acquisition". After all, it is their current boss who is very sensitive to this word in the office. .

"Which one is the boss? That might be our new boss!"

"Do you even need to ask? They all carry bags and computers, but only one person looks like he doesn't carry anything, so he's the boss!"

"Oh, it's the handsome one with the smelly face, isn't it?"

Handsome and stinky--that's their first impression of CEO Jin Lanshu.

This is also many people's first impression of Jinlanshu.

People who are not familiar with him will think, alas, it's a pity that such a handsome person has such a smelly face.

However, when he arrived at the reception room, Jin Lanshu entered the "working state", and a vigorous smile appeared on the face of the "stinky face" that was slandered, just like a lamp suddenly hitting a diamond, it was suddenly dazzling, making people forget vulgar.

Bao Fanliu's CEO was not in the mood to admire the handsome man, and his face was full of resistance.

"It's you guys who bought 'Lu Shi' three years ago?" President Bao looked at them with a cold expression.

"Well, yes." Jin Lanshu replied, her tone was a little proud.

"Three years ago, Lu's was still a brand that could barely enter the mainstream." President Bao said with disdain, "Now, even the aunts who buy vegetables and the girls who take the subway are carrying their bags."

Jin Lanshu nodded and smiled: "Yes, we have indeed increased Lu's sales."

President Bao felt that this was clearly a satire on the recent decline in sales of Baofanliu, and he snorted coldly: "The persistence of our old brands comes from the heritage of a century-old art family. Nouveau riche like you don't know it at all?"

"Yes," Jin Lanshu has a habit, no matter what the other party says, he will nod and say "yes", "I can't learn the skill of ruining hundreds of millions of dollars in a century-old brand like you at a young age." Come."

"You!" President Bao stood up furiously, almost wanting to hit someone, "I hate businessmen ruining art the most!"

Jin Lanshu nodded: "Yes, I also hate artists wasting money."

For Jin Lanshu, the greatest art in the world is to make money.

No money, talk about the art of fart!

The author has something to say: Warning, Jin Lanshu is a guy with low EQ, harsh speech, and bad temper... PS, many of the brands mentioned in the article do not exist.Many cases are made up, and the laws are all based on North America, so you can just look at it half way.