The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao piled the European size ones inside and placed the ones that could be sold for daily orders on the outside. They also numbered each style of pants and wrote the number, size and quantity on the outside of the carton with a pen. , so it’s easy to take.

Ayong did the same thing as them.

By the time they finished their work and walked out of the market gate, it was almost dawn.

The three depressed people stood there, feeling as if this night had passed a year, or even longer.

At this time, although the old market was open, it was deserted and there were no people around. The food stalls around the market were also already out.

Ayong asked them if they wanted breakfast?

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao shook their heads. They were covered in stinky sweat, had no appetite, and were not in the mood to eat. They just wanted to go home early, refresh themselves, and fall on the bed without thinking about anything.

"Then I'll go eat, no matter what, I'll eat until I'm full before I die, I can eat ten drawers of xiaolong now." After Ayong finished speaking, he staggered towards the food stall.

After taking a shower, the two of them went to bed. Zhang Chen's face was livid, and he sat there alone, smoking dully. Xiao Zhao turned around, hugged him and said, sleep well, my dear, it's already dawn outside.

Zhang Chen touched her back and told her, "You go to sleep first while I finish smoking this cigarette."

After a while, he murmured: "This time, damn, I have lost all the good intentions of Qian Fang and Meng Ping."

Xiao Zhao shook him and said: "Don't think so much, isn't it just a loss? Don't forget that when we prepare to do business, we are already prepared to lose money. If we lose this time, we will make it back next time." "

"Earn it back? Is it that easy? I feel like we have been unlucky along the way, and nothing has gone smoothly." Zhang Chen sneered.

Xiao Zhao was shocked. She also sat up, looked at Zhang Chen and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Zhang Chen immediately realized that what he said was too broad. He quickly said: "Don't think too much, I don't mean anything else. I mean doing business. I was wondering if we are not doing business at all." Business information?"

Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "In business, if you have no experience at the beginning, it is normal to lose money. Besides, there are many things that we cannot decide. For example, this market is so half-dead." Can we change things like this? Don’t forget, we are already the stall with the best business in our market."

"What's the use? It's probably the stall that's losing the most now."

"Of course it works. It shows that we are not dumber than others, but also smarter than most people. Isn't your advertisement very useful? Also, who among the people at the stall over there doesn't know that you are very good at doing business." Xiao Zhao He laughed and said, "You fooled all those women into a daze. No one is as capable as you."

Zhang Chen also laughed after hearing this, and his expression became a little better. He said, I didn't fool them...

"I know, I know, you are sincerely advising them. Now, let's sleep well. Before your son comes to cause trouble, don't think about useless things. If you do, wait until you wake up and think of something useful. of."

"Okay, sleep." Zhang Chen threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, lay down, and fell asleep holding Xiao Zhao.

…

Xiao Zhao was woken up by a slight clicking sound. She opened her eyes and saw that Zhang Chen was not around. She then looked around the room and saw him sitting at the table with his back to here and his head lowered. Playing with something on the table.

Xiao Zhao got out of bed and stood up. She couldn't help being surprised. She saw a brand new white Singer household electric sewing machine on the table. Xiao Zhao had seen its advertisement in "Shanghai Clothing" and was so excited about it. Familiar.

On the table, there was also a pair of jeans spread out, which had been opened.

Xiao Zhao walked over and saw that Zhang Chen had started the sewing machine and was sewing it back and forth on two pieces of denim.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Zhao asked.

Zhang Chen turned around, saw Xiao Zhao, smiled, and said, I am practicing my sewing machine.

"Where did this come from?" Xiao Zhao asked, pointing to the sewing machine.

"I went to Jiebai to buy some in the morning," Zhang Chen said. "I also went to the East Railway Station to buy thread and the market to pick up pants."

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Zhao asked doubtfully.

"You're right, we should think of useful ways. I was thinking, aren't these pants too big? It's not easy to make a big change with this small change. It's not easy to make a big change with a small one. Did you see that, I have already dismantled this pair. It’s turned on, and right now, I’m not very good at using this sewing machine, it doesn’t listen to me, so I practice.”

Xiao Zhao took a breath, shook his head and said, "Are you crazy? Are you saying that you have to re-alter more than two thousand pairs of pants yourself?"

"Yes, I saw it in a clothing factory. I think sewing is not that difficult. I can definitely learn it."

"There are more than two thousand there."

"It's not like everything can be sold out in one day. Just change a few items and sell a few, and that's it. Change every day and sell them every day. Eventually, they can all be sold out."

Xiao Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She said, "You don't even know how to make pants now, so you want to change them? Although I don't know how to make pants, I know it's not that simple."

"Isn't it just pants? What's the problem? I can just take them apart piece by piece, scale them down, and put them back together again."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Zhang, I don't think I can convince you. Let me change my clothes and then we go out." Xiao Zhao said.

"Where to go?"

"Go to the street. The proprietress of the tailor shop on the street here is from Sichuan. Let's go to her and ask her if it is difficult to change these pants. Her husband is a tailor. If you really want to learn to be a tailor, you can also learn from him. study."

The two of them took a pair of jeans and went to Sanbao Street. There were two tailor shops on Sanbao Street. The one Xiao Zhao knew was at the east end of the street. When they entered, the two couples from the tailor shop were there. The tailor's surname was Zhao. He had a baby face and looked a little younger than Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen called him Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao and his wife Caidi, who is Xiao Zhao’s fellow Sichuan fellow, met when they worked in a garment factory. The owner of that factory was Xiao Zhao’s master, and he was also a tailor. Xiao Zhao followed him to learn tailoring since he was a child. , after setting up the factory, Xiao Zhao was responsible for making sample clothes in the factory. After meeting Caidi, the two left the clothing factory and ran here to open this tailor shop.

Xiao Zhao showed them the pair of jeans and explained his purpose. Xiao Zhao shook his head as soon as he heard this. He said that other clothes can be used, but jeans cannot be modified, and even a sewing machine cannot handle it. This must be done with an industrial sewing machine and a high-speed car. , medium-speed cars are not suitable, and this thickness cannot bear it.

Zhang Chen thought the denim thread was too thick and could not fit through the eye of the needle. Xiao Zhao said no, the needle could be changed to a thicker one, and a size 14 needle would be sufficient. The main reason is that the thickness is too thick and the needle will break.

Xiao Zhao told them that if you are doing ordinary seams, two layers of denim are barely enough. When it comes to the waistband, there are four layers of denim. If you order trouser loops, it will be eight layers. This thickness cannot be tolerated by ordinary sewing machines.

"Then if there is a high-speed car like you mentioned, can it be changed?"

Zhang Chen asked, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but glance at him and thought, you madman, you are not still thinking about buying an industrial sewing machine, are you?

"Then you need a double-needle machine. Cowboys are all double-needle. You don't need a double-needle machine. You need to be quite skilled to get the double-needle effect." Xiao Zhao said.

Sure enough, Zhang Chen asked: "How much does a double-needle machine cost?"

He had seen double-needle machines in a garment factory. Xiao Zhao said that he thought it made sense. In that factory, double-needle machines were indeed used.

"The domestic ones are more than 3,000, but the quality is not good. They usually use Japanese Brother brands or heavy machines, which cost more than 5,000." Xiao Zhao was curious and said with a smile: "You want to buy these pants in order to change them. A sewing machine?”

Xiao Zhao really wanted to tell him that he had bought one, but it seemed that it would not be used. Xiao Zhao and Xiao Zhao said, "Not one pair, but many. Please help me see if it would be difficult to make these pants smaller."

"this one?"

"right."

"It's useless, it can't be changed."

Both Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao were surprised, and Zhang Chen quickly asked: "Why?"

Xiao Zhao took the pair of trousers and said to them: "If the hem of these trousers is too long, it will be fine if you change the hem or something. You won't be able to see it after changing it. This needs to be changed everywhere. This pair of jeans is... If the garments are sand washed after they are finished, if the denim threads from a new car are not sand washed, they will be very different from the original stitches, which will be ugly.”

"What if we sand wash it again after making changes?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I was about to say, sand wash again. First, I don't know if the fabric accessories can withstand two sand washes. Second, do you know why denim clothes need to be sand washed after they are finished? Because of this, the fabric and sewing When the thread is sand washed, it will shrink at the same time. You said that after you change this and sand wash it, the fabric will no longer shrink, but the sewing thread will still shrink, and all the sewing places will wrinkle.

"Also, did you see that not only a double needle machine is enough, but all these parts of the jeans are punched by a date machine. If they are not punched, the threads will be scattered during sand washing."

As Xiao Zhao was talking, Caidi interjected: "It's more cost-effective to make a new pair than to have it altered. I've never heard that jeans can be altered."

It seemed that there was no hope of change. The two of them walked back silently. Zhang Chen felt extremely depressed. He thought he had come up with a good idea so early in the morning, so he happily ran to buy a sewing machine. It seems that more than two hundred yuan has been wasted again. The pants that came in can't be returned, and the sewing machine that I bought and opened and used can't be returned.

He felt like he was completely fucking trapped, and the more he struggled, the greater the losses.

Xiao Zhao took Zhang Chen to the market to buy vegetables. When he walked into the market, he felt that he was not even interested in cooking. He simply went to the delicatessen and bought half a roast chicken and the braised large intestine that Zhang Chen liked to eat. Two braised geese, and when passing by the consignment store, Xiao Zhao also bought Zhang Chen two bottles of cold beer.

Zhang Chen held the cold beer in his hand, looked at it, and said angrily, "What kind of wine should I drink? I should drink the northwest wind."

Xiao Zhao burst out laughing and told him, "I don't dare. Your son is still watching. How dare I abuse his father."

Let him watch, let him look at this idiot dad. Zhang Chen continued to mutter.

After returning home, Zhang Chen looked at the sewing machine on the table and really wanted to smash it. However, Xiao Zhao pretended to be very happy and said, "My dear, this sewing machine is so beautiful. I have seen it in "Shanghai Clothing" many times. I saw its advertisement and always wanted to buy it. Don’t I have a lot of clothing tailoring books at home? I came to learn it when I had nothing to do. After I learned it, I made clothes for our son.

Xiao Zhao looked at Zhang Chen and said coquettishly: "My dear, how about you do the design? You design clothes for our son, and I will make them for him. With this sewing machine, I can make many, many beautiful clothes for him."

Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Zhao and said, "I'd better make him diapers first. I've almost learned what I learned this morning."

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