The Pentium Era - South to North

"Actually, I'm also very curious about you." Zhang Chen said.

"Oh, what are you curious about?"

"Why do you, a Taiwanese, come here and open such a stall? Besides, you don't seem to be very..."

"Not like a businessman, right?" the boss asked.

Zhang Chen nodded.

"I am indeed not a businessman. I am a junior high school teacher in Taiwan, teaching Chinese."

"How did you come to Hangzhou?" Zhang Chen asked.

The boss took a sip of tea and was silent for a while. Before he could speak, he laughed and said:

"This is very simple to say. I fell in love with a girl from Hangzhou. I met her when I was traveling to Hangzhou. She was the front desk of the hotel where I stayed. Later, we got married. After we got married, , she refused to go to Taiwan, and it was not very convenient to go there, so I was the only one coming to the mainland.

"But I'm here, what can I do here? All I know is teaching, and I have no other skills. When I go to Hangzhou, I can't even teach. The textbooks and teaching requirements on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are completely different. Haha, I can't. Should we teach students the Three People's Principles? Besides, I can't even read simplified Chinese characters. How can I teach students? I'm not qualified to teach a kindergarten.

"My uncle came to the mainland a long time ago and opened a clothing factory in Dongguan, specializing in OEM for some world-famous brands. He gave me an idea to open such a stall here. As for him, after every order is completed, there will be some leftover fabrics in the factory, which are sent from Dongguan to me to sell here, so that he can finally support his family."

So that's it. Zhang Chen nodded. No wonder the fabrics here always feel very novel. It turns out they are really used by famous brands. He said that the fabrics here are very famous, and he was right.

"The fabrics you have here are indeed very good." Zhang Chen said to the boss, "So every time I come to the fabric market, I will definitely come to your store to take a look."

"The fabric is good, but there is one problem."

"What's wrong?"

"All the fabrics I have here are used up once they are used up. If you want to replenish them, they are gone. I have a few friends from Shanghai clothing companies. They get goods from me. This is the biggest headache."

Zhang Chen nodded, thinking that these fabrics should be processed from materials supplied by big brands. Even his uncle didn't know where this fabric was produced. If you still want it after using it, where can you find it?

For clothing companies, it is really a headache when a style has just been sold and the fabric is gone.

The boss's surname was Cai, and his name was Cai Jinxiang. After the two sat down, they chatted for more than an hour. When Zhang Chen chatted with Boss Cai, he naturally thought of Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty. He felt that he was probably also a dependent. Village boy.

Although Boss Cai and Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, are two people with completely different styles, they have one thing in common, and that is bringing in seeds.

When traveling, you meet a girl, fall in love with her, marry her, and then go to a strange city without caring about anything else, a city where you know that it will be difficult for you to find a job. If people don’t bring seeds, who will?

Although he was gentle when he spoke and laughed, there was something very hard in his bones.

Knowing that it would be impolite to ask for more details, Zhang Chen still asked: "Is Boss Cai a child of the Military Military Village?"

"Do you know the military community?" Boss Cai felt strange.

Zhang Chen smiled and said to him: "I used to know a Taiwanese boss. He told me a lot about military dependents' villages and I was very impressed."

Boss Cai said: "I am not from the military community, but I am very familiar with the military community. Many of my relatives, including family friends and my classmates, are all from the military community."

Seeing that Zhang Chen didn't understand, Boss Cai smiled and said: "My father was in mainland China. He lost his pants after losing the war and ran away to Taiwan naked. My mother is from this province. They got married and had children in Taiwan. I, my mother, and their family have four daughters. My mother is the youngest. When they get married, my father is, how do you say it in your mainland dialect?"

"Break the door upside down."

"Yes, I cut the door upside down. But many of my father's relatives and fellow villagers, including his comrades in the army, are in the military village, so I am very familiar with the military village."

The two of them left each other's contact information. Zhang Chen also bought five meters of fabrics in each of the three colors. The width of the fabric was very wide, 1.8 meters. Such a wide width must have been taken into account the Lycra fabric. , the whole piece of clothing needs to be cut and cannot be spliced. If the door width is too narrow, typesetting will be difficult and fabric will be wasted.

Zhang Chen used it to make a tight-fitting T-shirt. In fact, it didn't use five meters, two meters was enough. But Zhang Chen didn't know why. He always felt that after chatting with the other party for so long, he just bought a little bit of fabric and couldn't explain it.

The fabric is indeed a bit expensive, at thirty-eight meters, it should be more expensive than all the fabrics at other stalls in the market. Even the thick pure wool fabric used for coats only cost about twenty yuan per meter at that time.

Cai Jinxiang reminded him that your fabric should be matched with YKK zippers, not Yiwu ones, and don’t buy fake YKK ones.

Zhang Chen scratched his head and said to Boss Cai, "I really don't understand this zipper, and I don't know how to distinguish between authenticity and fakeness."

"You will know by comparing. In this way, if you go to the store in this market, enter through the main door and go up to the store under the stairs on the second floor, you can tell the boss that he is my friend. The zippers there are very complicated, but There are many good things, including other auxiliary materials, which are left over from external orders collected from the factory.”

Zhang Chen quickly said thank you.

Zhang Chen found this stall and told the boss that he was a friend of Boss Cai. The other person opened the cabinet under the glass shelf and took out two large cartons of YKK zippers for him to choose from.

Boss Cai was right. As soon as he got the zipper in his hand, Zhang Chen felt the difference. These zippers were very thin, soft, and light. They seemed to be of good quality. He just pinched them in his hand and pulled them hard. They were nylon zippers. The teeth won't break either.

Zhang Chen thought about it. If this Lycra fabric was put on a normal zipper, it would definitely curl up at the end of the zipper. Boss Cai’s reminder was really timely. It didn’t look like he meant what he said. Teach and nothing else.

Zhang Chen returned home first, took his sketchbook, thought for a while, and then picked up a stack of clothing magazines. There were some elements in them that could be used as a reference when designing. Zhang Chen could also design at home, but he always felt that When Zhao Zhigang and the others listened to the sound of sewing machines nearby, they became more inspired.

What's more, he was eager to see his cotton and linen shirt.

Zhang Chen arrived at Zhao Zhigang's store and saw both of them using sewing machines. There was a pile of clothes piled on the cutting table. Zhang Chen was overjoyed. He quickly put down the things in his hands, picked up one piece, and put it on the mannequin. I almost exclaimed, this is my debut design, no, the second one, the first one is Xiao Zhao's maternity dress.

When he saw that the shirt on the mannequin was exactly the same as what he had imagined, he suddenly felt a very solid feeling in his heart.

This is just like when you are painting, the picture of the finished work will appear in your mind. When doing decoration design, the picture of the completed work will appear in your mind. When all the things in your imagination are in harmony with reality, you will know that you are correct.

When you feel like this, design will become a very wonderful thing. The completed imaginary picture will run through your entire design process. It will look at you silently, just like you look at the scenery. The difference between the person watching you upstairs is that when you go astray in the process, he will remind you in time and let you go back to the original path.

Zhang Chen now felt that he was right, and he was very confident in what he was going to design next.

He took out the buttons he just bought and gesticulated on the shirt. He felt that it was just like what he had imagined when he bought it. After these buttons were nailed on, the effect would come out and they would add a lot of color to the shirt.

Zhao Zhigang stood up and walked over. He saw Zhang Chen's newly bought fabrics and knew that Zhang Chen was planning to design new styles again. He found a cardboard box and put all the clothes on the cutting table into the cardboard box, along with Zhang Chen. Said: "Here it is for you."

"How considerate." Zhang Chen smiled.

Zhao Zhigang also smiled, went back to the sewing machine, and continued working.

Caidi shouted without looking back: "It's so noisy here, how can you still design it?"

"You can only paint well if you make noise." Zhang Chen shouted.

Zhao Zhigang and Caidi both shook their heads, thinking that this guy was really weird. Zhang Chen had never felt this problem before. When Caidi asked, he remembered it. It was really like this. He used to paint scenes in front of the troupe's rehearsal hall. There was a whole scene rehearsing behind me, singing, playing, playing drums, and playing drums, cymbals, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang clang, how would it affect me?

It seems to be the same. The more they quarrel, the more energetic they draw. Do you still need to frown when you draw?

Zhang Chen pulled up a stool and sat down on the head of the cutting table. He knew that this cutting table was multi-purpose. When cutting, it needed to cut, iron, and iron. When it comes to clothes, this is also the ironing station, so I can’t have it all to myself.

Zhao Zhigang seemed to have thought of something. He turned off the motor of the sewing machine, stood up and walked over. He picked up the bag of Lycra fabric and looked at it. He frowned and asked, is this the new fabric you bought?

Zhang Chen said yes, what’s the problem?

"This fabric is very difficult to machine, so we usually use an interlock sewing machine."

“Can’t this sewing machine do it?”

Caidi heard their conversation and came over. She looked at the fabric and told Zhang Chen that it was difficult to make and the stitches would skip and not move.

Zhang Chen became nervous as soon as he heard this. Damn it, he was so full of passion that a basin of cold water was poured over his head. No matter how beautiful the fabric is, what's the use if it can't be made into clothes?

Caidi picked up the scissors, cut a long strip at the very edge, and returned to the sewing machine. Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang followed.

Caidi folded the fabric in half, placed it under the presser foot, and started the machine. Sure enough, the needle was running up and down, but the fabric under the presser foot would not move even if it moved, and the thread on the needle broke immediately.

She turned off the motor, re-threaded the thread, took out the thread shuttle from under the sewing machine, put it back after sorting it, and stepped on the pedal. The result was still the same. Caidi stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhao Zhigang helplessly.

Zhang Chen lamented in his heart. It was over. He couldn't make clothes. It was still a small thing to spend money on fabrics. His entire plan was ruined. He had to find other fabrics, rethink new styles, and replan the layout of that wall. .

Zhao Zhigang kept silent and walked away. After a while, he came over with a thin piece of paper. Zhang Chen and Caidi didn't understand what he was doing with the piece of paper.

Zhao Zhigang told Caidi, stand up and let me try.

Caidi stood up, and Zhao Zhigang sat down. He first put the piece of paper on the needle board, and then put the Lycra fabric on the paper. He crossed the needle bar with his right hand to pull it in front, and his left hand in the back, started the machine, click Da da da da, the piece of fabric started to move. Caidi and Zhang Chen couldn't help but clapped their hands.

Zhao Zhigang stopped, turned the piece of fabric over, and tore off the layer of paper sewn on it. A seam was completed. He told Caidi that that was it, and he would tie it with his hands in front.

Caidi kept saying, OK, I understand.

Zhang Chen excitedly patted Zhao Zhigang on the shoulder and shouted: "Damn you, you are really a little technical expert."

Zhao Zhigang chuckled.

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