The Pentium Era - South to North

After taking a shower, Zhang Chen fell on the bed, feeling like his whole body was about to fall apart. He looked at his naked upper body. It was red and swollen, and there seemed to be some blisters. It hurt wherever he touched it. It was sunburn. Bar.

Zhang Chen was drowsy in bed. He lay there until half past five. Then he got up. His feet were sore and he almost couldn't stand. He went downstairs, got in the car, gritted his teeth and kicked forward until he reached Hanghai Road. , the whole talent slowly relaxed.

It's over, Zhang Chen lamented in his heart again and again. He thought of Zhao Zhigang, this fair and tender guy. He basically followed the car back and forth for such a long journey. He was no better than himself. The two people in front carried the fabric. When he entered the store, he saw bundles standing beside the cutting table. He saw that Zhao Zhigang seemed to be dying and almost collapsed to the ground.

I'm afraid this guy can't even hold scissors now. How can he work overtime at night? It seems that he won't be able to catch up with the shipment today. If I had known this, I wouldn't have let this guy go.

However, this guy went and paid himself 20 cents per meter, and the cost came down again. In that situation, he couldn't ask the boss to make it cheaper.

Zhang Chen walked into the stall. Xiao Zhao was shocked when he saw him. He hadn't seen him for an afternoon. Zhang Chen seemed to have changed. Xiao Zhao shouted, "Dear, why have you become a black man?"

Zhang Chen smiled: "Is this the old Changgong's true nature now?"

Xiao Zhao felt distressed and realized that it was caused by the sun. She complained: "Why don't you know how to wear a hat?"

Zhang Chen thought to himself, I'm still wearing a hat, but you don't know that I wish I could even take off my shorts.

But Zhang Chen just told Xiao Zhao, "I'm not used to it. I'm not used to wearing hats."

Zhang Chen saw that the front wall was empty and asked, where are the clothes here?

Xiao Zhao smiled and said: "They've all been sold. So, the landlady can still do business, right?"

Xiao Zhao took out the accounting book and opened it to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen saw that Xiao Zhao sold three more shirts, four T-shirts, three pairs of jeans, and also sold a denim vest for A Yong.

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "Awesome."

"Look here, look here."

Xiao Zhao pointed to the last row of numbers and said to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen saw that that was their turnover today: 2,475 yuan.

Not counting Qian Fang and the others, this was their highest turnover. Xiao Zhao looked at the stall opposite, leaned close to Zhang Chen and said in his ear, this record was created by me.

Zhang Chen nodded repeatedly, you created it, I sold it, and I sold it under your leadership.

Xiao Zhao smiled proudly and said, of course, your whole person is mine, and of course the business you do is also mine.

"I found a problem." Xiao Zhao said.

"what is the problem."

"It seems like even jeans are selling better now."

"Of course, many people buy clothes, but they actually don't know how to match them. She sees them on a model and thinks they look good, so she wants the same ones. Believe it or not, today Ayong is selling vests. If I buy them tomorrow, If you put the jacket on a model, the person who buys it will definitely choose the jacket.”

"Yes, I believe it." Xiao Zhao nodded, "Ayong also told me today that it's strange that this vest is in his own stall, and no one is even looking at it. How come the same thing is there when it comes to us? So many people want it.”

"Yes, otherwise why do you think about the decoration of those hotels and shopping malls? The more high-end the decoration, the more high-end the goods inside will be. Although they are all the same stalls, you are so attractive that others are more talented. When he comes in, he has subconsciously developed trust in your store."

Xiao Zhao looked at him and smiled: "Yes, I didn't expect this old permanent worker to know so much."

"That's right, otherwise how could you, a landlady, be abducted by an old farm worker?"

The two of them returned to Sanbao without even returning home. They went directly to Zhao Zhigang's tailor shop. When they got there, Zhang Chen was surprised. He saw Zhao Zhigang tailoring clothes, and Caidi had already started to do it. Thinking that this fair and tender guy was more powerful than himself, he got closer to Zhao Zhigang and took a look. His face was still fair and tender, without any tan at all.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Zhigang asked when he saw Zhang Chen staring at him.

"You guy, why can't you get a tan? Look at me, I've turned into an African."

Zhao Zhigang smiled and said that I have been like this since I was a child and I can't get a tan no matter how much I tan.

Xiao Zhao and Caidi said that all the shirts they brought today were sold out. How many can you make here at night?

Caidi shook her head, patted the sewing machine, and said to Xiao Zhao: "I have never tried this machine. I was the fastest in the factory before. I can make more than thirty shirts like this in one day." pieces."

"More than thirty items?" Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen were surprised, "Are you alone?"

"Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, ask him." Caidi said.

"Yes. When I was rushing to get goods, she could make 41 items of the same style at the fastest time," Zhao Zhigang said.

Xiao Zhao stretched his head and looked behind him, asking Caidi, have you eaten yet? We didn't eat either.

Caidi shook her head, and Xiao Zhao said, "Then you continue to work, let's go buy groceries, and I'll cook. I'm okay with this."

"Yamei, what do you want to eat?" Xiao Zhao asked Caidi.

“Twice-cooked pork.”

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The next day, Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao got up at five o'clock. They went to the door of Zhao Zhigang's tailor shop and saw Zhao Zhigang ironing clothes and Caidi sewing buttons. The two hurried in, got needles and threads, and helped sewing buttons. .

Xiao Zhao asked Caidi how many pieces she had made?

Caidi looked unhappy, sighed, and told them that they only drove out twenty-eight items. Zhang Chen felt secretly funny in his heart. He thought that Caidi must have been very depressed this night. I'm angry at this sewing machine that can't run any faster.

After ironing and wrapping, the clothes were bundled into a bundle. Zhang Chen asked Xiao Zhao to go back to sleep. Xiao Zhao refused and had to go with him. Zhang Chen had no choice but to put the clothes in the bicycle basket in front and let Xiao Zhao Sit in the back.

When they arrived at the store, Xiao Zhao quickly took his shirt to be ironed. Zhang Chen took a denim jacket and changed the vest on the model at the door. He wanted to verify whether his judgment was correct.

Xiao Zhao came back with the ironed clothes, and Zhang Chen started to put out the clothes again. When the third piece was out, a man and a woman walked in. The two looked very affectionate and kept talking, but they seemed They were not a couple, because they were pulling a hand-pulled cart alone. They probably regarded this deserted market as a street.

The woman asked Xiao Zhao, can I try on this dress?

Xiao Zhao quickly agreed. Zhang Chen got down from the stool and put on the cloth in the corner. The woman went in, changed her shirt and came out. The man looked at her and nodded slightly. The woman walked to the mirror. Take a photo and ask Zhang Chen, how much does this cost?

"thirty eight."

"Can it be cheaper?"

Zhang Chen shook his head and said: "It can't be made any cheaper, and we can't even produce it."

Xiao Zhao was listening on the side and almost laughed. What does it mean that it can't be produced? It sounds like the supply exceeds the demand. It's just two people doing it in a tailor shop.

"Where does this come from?" the man asked.

"He designed our own goods." Xiao Zhao pointed at Zhang Chen and said.

After hearing this, the man and the woman couldn't help but look at Zhang Chen. Their heads came together, and Zhang Chen heard the woman say softly: "This is a good workmanship."

The man looked at the clothes racks and the goods on the floor, and asked, "How many more do you have left?"

Zhang Chen pretended to be calculating in his mind, and after a while, he told them that there were probably less than thirty items left.

"Are the sizes all the same?"

"Those who have returned everything will be taken away according to one, two, one, and the rest will be the same."

Zhang Chen said, Xiao Zhao almost laughed again. Listening to this tone, it seemed that they had approved a lot in the morning.

The man said, give them all to us.

He turned around and asked the woman: "How much do you want?"

The woman told half of it. Sure enough, they are from two families.

Zhang Chen climbed up on the stool and took down the three shirts that had just been sampled from the rack.

Two people took away all twenty-eight shirts, and one person asked for six pairs of jeans, six T-shirts, and six denim jackets. When Xiao Zhao walked over and asked A Yong to get the clothes, A Yong's face All white.

When checking out, Zhang Chen asked casually, where are you from?

"Nanjing." The man said.

A Yong stood in the corridor, waiting for the two people to pull the cart out of Zhang Chen's stall. A Yong shouted, "Boss, let me take a look here."

The two men glanced at his stall and walked away.

When they walked away, Ayong came over and cursed: "It's so annoying that I won't even look at it, so I became a porter."

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao laughed.

A Yong looked at them and smiled. He said, "I am also happy to have a porter."

Xiao Zhao gave him the money for A Yong's jacket, and A Yong said with a smile: "These two are still big traders. I can't believe, I really can't believe that there are so many wholesalers in this market where there is no one."

Zhang Chen also feels that as long as the goods are right, there will still be business here. If every stall in this market works conscientiously, this market can also be done.

The two of them sat down. Xiao Zhao put his hand on Zhang Chen's thigh and kept shaking it: "Uh huh huh, what should I do, my dear, there is no goods for sale today."

Zhang Chen also feels a headache. It seems that these shirts have been verified. Both wholesale and retail customers like them very much. The headache now is that Zhao Zhigang and Caidi cannot make them.

Xiao Zhao stared at Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and cursed softly, "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Zhao chuckled and imitated Zhang Chen's tone and said, "It won't be any cheaper, and we won't be able to produce it."

Zhang Chen also laughed, and Xiao Zhao said, "Old Changgong is so awesome. I didn't expect you to be an actor."

"That's right, I was also on stage back then." Zhang Chen said proudly.

"Oops." Xiao Zhao shouted.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xiao Zhao had a bad smile on her face and said, someone is going to be in trouble.

This person must be himself. Zhang Chen wondered: "Why am I so unlucky?"

Xiao Zhao continued to smile and said: "Where is that beauty's trumpet?"

Zhang Chen was stunned, and then he remembered this. Yes, he had the trumpet he promised, and they would come to pick it up at noon. Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Zhao and asked, "I really forgot, you Did you think of it before?"

"Yes, who told her to listen to my husband so much?" Xiao Zhao said, shaking his head.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who listened to me?"

"Tell me, does this dress belong to the girl who you told her she looks good with medium-long hair? She really listened to you and got her hair cut. Do you like it more?"

Xiao Zhao said in a tone that was both true and false. Zhang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry and could only shake his head.

The clothes do belong to that girl.

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