The Pentium Era - South to North

Before Zhang Chen understood what was going on, the bag on his back was snatched away and handed to the proprietress. The proprietress opened the cover of the bag, held the bottom of the bag with both hands, lifted it up, and "swish" the bag Everything inside was dumped on the table, and there was no camera inside.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and there was a brief silence.

A customer leaned over and whispered a few words into the proprietress's ear. The proprietress nodded and shouted: "Bring the one he carries on his back. He is a painter. He must have drawn many clothes styles in it."

The salesperson came to pick up the picture folder that Zhang Chen was carrying. Zhang Chen grabbed the strap of the picture folder and twisted his shoulders to prevent her from taking it. Immediately, many hands stretched out and grabbed his hand.

Zhang Chen's face flushed red and he was extremely embarrassed. Although he was very angry, he had nothing to do.

He was surrounded by a group of women. If he were a man, he would have punched him, but with so many women pulling him, holding him, holding his wrists, and twisting his fingers, he suddenly felt helpless. I don't know what to do, but I can only howl like a trapped animal.

But no one paid attention to his struggling and howling. He was grabbed by countless women's hands and unable to move. His painting folder was finally taken away. Someone opened the painting folder and couldn't hold it steady. The renderings inside fell out. On the ground.

Everyone saw exquisite paintings all over the place, all of which were various buildings, but there were no styles of clothing.

When Zhang Chen saw his paintings scattered on the floor, he shouted anxiously: "Don't touch my paintings, don't touch my paintings!"

Someone looked at the paintings on the ground, then looked at Zhang Chen, and finally felt compassion, and said, this pirate is very good at painting. She bent down to pick up all the paintings on the ground, and held them in her hands. He waved and told Zhang Chen, "Did you see that? We are not messing around."

She put the painting on the table.

The landlady was a little discouraged when she saw that there were no clothing styles in it, but she immediately thought of it and shouted: "Look, the drawing is correct. You come here again and again, and you still look at it so carefully. Have you memorized all the styles?" Stay here and draw it again when you go back?"

She seemed to be asking Zhang Chen or everyone else. Zhang Chen felt deeply humiliated and his eyes were red. He finally understood what they meant by piracy. It turned out that they meant that he secretly drew down the styles of clothing. Zhang Chen cursed loudly. :

"What's the point of painting on your shabby clothes? All the clothes I draw with my feet are prettier than yours."

"Hmph, you can draw it yourself, and why are you here to steal the copy?" the landlady said disdainfully.

"I didn't steal, I didn't steal!" Zhang Chen still couldn't move his hands and could only argue with his mouth.

"The Fat Captain is here." Someone shouted in the passage.

The market security captain was patrolling the market with a security guard. Hearing that something was going on here, he ran over quickly.

"Let him go, let him go quickly!"

The fat security captain running in front entered the stall, took one look at Zhang Chen, and shouted to those people.

Those people were stunned, and the captain yelled: "Are they fucking deaf? Let him go, I know him!"

When the captain yelled like this, he let go of Zhang Chen's hand. Zhang Chen also wondered, how could the security guard here know him?

He looked again and couldn't help shouting: "Brother Haigen!"

It turns out that this security captain is Sister Guihua’s husband Hagen.

"Why are you here?" Hagen looked at Zhang Chen and asked strangely.

Zhang Chen felt something blocked in his throat and swallowed hard before he could make a sound. He said aggrievedly:

"Xiao Zhao had the morning shift, and I took her to the work. On the way back, I came in to take a look. I saw a piece of clothing here that suited Xiao Zhao very well, so I wanted to buy it. But they wouldn't sell it to me, and they said I was here. secretly……"

"He just came to steal copies, Captain Fat." said the landlady. "The first time he came in, he said he wanted to buy a dress, but I didn't sell it to him. After a while, he came again and looked around at the dress. Isn’t it a stolen copy or something? Ask him to tell you honestly and see which stall in the old market he is from.”

"Stealing your mother's stupidity!" Hagen scolded, "His girlfriend and my wife work in the same company. They live in my cousin's house in Sanbao. Do you know him or do I know him? They are not in business at all. , what kind of thing are you stealing? Are you stealing from others and feeding them? Isn't it allowed for them to go to the market on their way back to Sanbao? Is it not allowed for them to buy some clothes for their girlfriend? Are you talking nonsense? "

After hearing what Hagen said, everyone fell silent, and Hagen continued to curse:

"How many times have we told you in the market that you should do business in a civilized manner, but you treat your customers like this? Do you believe I will pull down your rolling shutter?"

When the people at the stalls nearby heard what Hagen said, they all slipped back quietly. The two customers also picked up their handcarts and said they were leaving and walked out.

Haigen pointed to Zhang Chen's bag and picture folder, and said to the landlady, pack his things quickly!

The landlady was still angry and sat motionless. The salesperson quickly put all the things and paintings on the table into Zhang Chen's bag and painting folder.

She handed the bag and picture folder to Hagen, who took it in his hand. He said to the landlady: "I'll come to you later to settle the score!"

He hung the bag and picture folder back on Zhang Chen's shoulder, and said to Zhang Chen, let's go.

Hagen hugged Zhang Chen and walked to the door of the market. He asked Zhang Chen, "You haven't had breakfast, have you?"

Zhang Chen nodded.

"Come on, let's go have breakfast and chat while eating. There was a misunderstanding today. Hi!"

Hagen led Zhang Chen to a small alley next to the market. There was a wonton stall there. When the boss saw Hagen and the others coming, he called the captain and quickly cleared a table. The two of them sat down. Genheboss said:

"Two bowls of wontons and two small steamed buns."

The boss said yes and immediately brought up two cages of steamed buns, along with two small plates and two pairs of chopsticks.

Haigen and Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Come on, let's eat something to calm down."

The two of them added soy sauce and vinegar to a small plate. Zhang Chen took the hot sauce jar and asked Hagen, "Brother Hagen, do you want it?"

Hagen shook his head: "I don't dare to eat it."

Zhang Chen added a spoonful for himself.

"Brother Haigen, thank you!" Zhang Chen said, "If it weren't for you today, I really don't know how long I would have been entangled with those women."

Hagen smiled and said, "Aren't the women in this market quite aggressive?"

"More than being aggressive, if I am really what they say, that pirate, and if they find out anything, I will probably be torn to pieces by them." Zhang Chen said with a bitter smile, "By the way, Brother Haigen, why are you here? here?"

"The land here used to be our village's vegetable plot. The land was expropriated, so we came to this market to work as security guards."

Zhang Chen nodded and understood.

"Actually, it's not easy for them either. You have to understand them."

Hagen and Zhang Chen said: "You don't know that in this market, there are really many people who steal copies. Think about it, you have finally managed to get a good-selling style in a quarter, and you still expect to make a profit based on this style." Make money.

"It turns out that these counterfeiters have stolen your styles and mass-produced them, especially those in the old market. They have better booth seats and more customers than you, and the market must be wider than yours. If they sell it there, you will sell it here." It will definitely stop moving. Not to mention making money, your best-selling products will turn into overstocked products in an instant, and you will lose a lot of money.

"So in this market, if you encounter those who come to steal copies, to put it bluntly, you have the intention to kill them."

Zhang Chen nodded, understanding why those people had such a big reaction. He said, "I understand. Is it because they put the model facing inward to prevent others from stealing copies?"

"Yes, at least this will work as a starting point. We are all in the market, and we often bump into each other when we walk around. If we don't know each other, at least our faces are familiar. If this pirate passes by the door and looks secretly, there is nothing he can do. You can’t say that other traders can’t even pass by your door, but if they walk into your stall, you will be more vigilant.”

"I understand, this is indeed a way." Zhang Chen said.

"It's not actually of much use," Hagen said. "Business owners try their best to prevent theft of copies. Today, your copy is stolen. Tomorrow, you may be stealing someone else's copy." The people are very chaotic."

"What are the tricks?"

"There are many. For example, when the goods are being loaded in the morning, he will hide aside and secretly look at what he is looking at to see which garment factory is processing it for you. Then he will go to the garment factory privately and place an order bigger than yours. , this clothing factory is also mercenary, right? There are also unauthentic clothing factories that will deliberately disclose your hot products to others in order to get more orders.

"Also, aren't you a person from the anti-market? Then call a customer with whom you have a good relationship and ask him to come to you and bring in a dozen pieces of clothing. Keep one as a sample and send the others to He used himself as a model for customers across the country and asked them to place orders. He copied it within a few days and put it on the market in wholesale markets across the country, very quickly."

As Hagen said, Zhang Chen nodded frequently. Unexpectedly, underneath the superficial prosperity of the clothing market, there were so many intrigues and intrigues, which were really hard to guard against.

Zhang Chen now felt a little sympathy for the landlady.