The Pentium Era - South to North

Are there no packagers in this market?

Zhang Chen felt that there should be. Just like at the beginning, he always thought that there were no wholesale customers here, but in the end he found that there were still wholesale customers. As long as your goods were in the right place, those wholesale customers would pop up out of nowhere. .

What about these packers?

Zhang Chen thought of the guy from Zhengzhou Asia. He took out his business card from the drawer and looked at it. Regardless of whether he was bragging when he said he bought three hundred pieces a day, looking at the stall number printed on his business card, he was at least from Asia. Yes, Asia, like Sijiqing, is a wholesale market. It must be a package wholesaler. This is also true.

For a moment, Zhang Chen even wanted to make a call, but he stopped himself immediately. He hadn't contacted her for such a long time, so what's the point of contacting her now?

Tell people, boss, boss, I have too many goods now, can you come over and take a look?

This kind of thing, this kind of phone call, the same words, even if he could twist Zhang Chen's head off, he wouldn't do it.

Zhang Chen threw the business card back into the drawer and sighed.

Compared with wholesale customers in retail stores, these package wholesalers have more time and are more able to go to the nooks and crannies of every market to find sources of goods that others have not discovered at the moment.

Zhang Chen concluded that they would exist in this market. They were like ghosts, hidden among the people walking around in the passage.

The only reason why they didn't show up was that their goods didn't attract their attention. It was those cotton and linen shirts that caught the Asian customer's attention.

Zhang Chen tried to re-examine his stall from the perspective of a packer. He felt that the reason why those cotton and linen shirts attracted people's attention was because there were five pieces in a row on his wall. Although they were five styles, they were It’s a series. That wall and Lycra T-shirts are also a series.

So at that time, although my stall looked very colorful, the products were actually relatively simple. At first glance, it looked like it was for wholesale customers. But now, I keep making new styles and producing new ones. The products in this stall There are more and more styles, and it’s becoming more and more like a retail store.

If you don't know them well, you will think at a glance that the clothes in their stalls are purchased from everywhere. Such stalls are very attractive to retail customers, but they are not attractive at all to packagers.

It seems that this new style is another scale that is difficult to control. You can’t do it if you have it, but you can’t do it if you have too many. If you have too many, you won’t have a style that will be attractive.

It's like they are acting. You can't say that as soon as the curtain opens and there are more than a dozen actors standing on the stage, the audience will be stunned immediately.

Zhang Chen walked to the main passage outside and tried to look into his stall with the eyes of a packer. He found that his stall now lacked that eye-catching feeling.

No customer will look carefully at each stall when entering the market. You must first have something that can make his eyes light up and make him stop, and then take a second and third look to make him walk in. your stall.

Just like the scenery and props on the stage, you want to make people's eyes brighten. Zhang Chen thought that when he originally dealt with it, the best way was to start with the big colors first. When the curtain opened, a piece of warmth The tone or cold tone is uniform from the background to the props, which will immediately bring people into a specific atmosphere.

Zhang Chen felt that he needed to have a series of products to attract attention.

Zhang Chen saw Xiao Zhao coming in from the outside. When Xiao Zhao was walking, his feet were obviously stretched out. From time to time, he subconsciously used his hands to support or touch his belly. Maybe his belly was too big, or there was something wrong inside. The guy was restless again. The due date was only one month away, and Zhang Xiangbei seemed to be impatient.

Zhang Chen stood there and looked at Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao smiled at him, walked over, and naturally stretched out his hand. Zhang Chen took her hand, and the two of them walked back to the stall.

Xiao Zhao sat down at the table. The first thing he did was to open the drawer as usual and take out the accounting book inside. Xiao Zhao closed the accounting book without saying anything. But Zhang Chen still felt the disappointment in her eyes.

Zhang Chen has done several businesses, but obviously not enough to surprise Xiao Zhao. In fact, just looking at the clothes in the stall, you should think of what you will see when you open the accounting book.

It had been too long since they had had that kind of situation. When they walked outside the stall, they found that even the clothes on the wall of the stall had been sold out.

Xiao Zhao also knew that the factory would be closed today and tomorrow, and he knew why it was closed, although they didn't say anything to each other.

Zhang Chen felt a little bored, so he stood up and said to Xiao Zhao, "I'll go out for a walk." Xiao Zhao said "Yeah."

"Do you want to eat anything? I'll bring it back when I come back?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I think, I want to eat that noodle." Xiao Zhao said.

Zhang Chen understood. He smiled and took out a lunch box from the drawer on the table.

In fact, there are quite a few noodle shops around Sijiqing. Zhang Chen thinks they are delicious, but Xiao Zhao still wants to eat Pian'erchuan from the noodle shop on Huixing Road every now and then. Zhang Chen even offers to buy Kui Yuan Guan for her. She didn't want the one on Huixing Road.

Zhang Chen laughed at her, what you are eating is not noodles, but memories.

Xiao Zhao nodded desperately, yes, it tastes good when eaten with memories. I wonder how the man who sold us the bicycles and his brother are doing now.

There were two times when Zhang Chen came there and there were a lot of people there. Zhang Chen went to Kuiyuan Pavilion not far away and bought a piece of Erchuan for Xiao Zhao. He also wanted to try it and brought it back. Xiao Zhao didn't eat it either. I laughed and said to him, these noodles with memories are delicious.

Zhang Chen wanted to laugh while looking at it, but Xiao Zhao was right. Don't they also have memories of Kuiyuan Hall? It’s just too expensive and I can’t bear to eat it.

Zhang Chen went outside, put his lunch box in the bicycle basket, and pushed the bicycle out of the parking lot. After thinking about it, he decided to go to Dongxin Road. Why should he go to Dongxin Road? Zhang Chen himself laughed. I feel that I am a little superstitious in my heart, and I feel that although the market on Dongxin Road is shabby, it has brought me good luck.

Go back and take a look, maybe you can catch the shadow of good luck again. I was still laughing at Xiao Zhao just now. Isn't it just to reminisce when you go shopping?

They are now very familiar with the boss of the Dongxin Road Fabric Market. The boss's name is Wang Hainiao. When Zhang Chen has nothing to do, he likes to go to his place to sit, not because he has any good fabrics, but to go to him. , relax casually, chat and brag all over the world, and get a lot of information.

He told Zhang Chen about the fabric markets in Jinhua, Jiangyin, and Shengze, and Zhang Chen ran over to have a look. Although he found nothing, Zhang Chen still felt it was worth it. After all, his horizons were opened.

This guy is like a fabric map. He knows exactly where and what types of fabrics are produced. Zhang Chen also likes to chat with him about this.

Wang Hainiao also often told him that if you want any fabric, just tell me and I will find it for you. I am not bragging. There is no textile printing and dyeing factory in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai that I have not been to.

This, Zhang Chenxin, isn't that what he does? Every textile factory or printing and dyeing factory will have a backlog of fabrics, and they will deal with people like them.

Zhang Chen believes that if he needs any fabric, he can help him find it, but his current problem is that he doesn't know what fabric he needs.

Zhang Chen arrived at Wang Hainiao's shop and saw this guy lying on a recliner at the door and falling asleep. The sweatshirt he was wearing was rolled up and to his chest, exposing most of his belly. Along with the snoring.

Zhang Chen walked in and walked around the store. He was a little disappointed because he didn't see anything new.

Zhang Chen had basically taken away all the cotton and linen fabrics in his store. The stall was much empty. Against the wall were neatly square packages of fabrics tied with white cotton cloth. It looked like they had been piled up for a long time. There are also tubes of plaid flannel. Zhang Chen had some ideas about this and thought it could be used, but it was still early.

There is also a lot of lining cloth, and some corners have turned yellow. Zhang Chen is worried that the inside of this kind of lining cloth will be brittle and will break if it is torn. Although Wang Hainiao assured him that it will not happen, but Zhang Chen still didn't dare to ask for it.

In the Sijiqing fabric market, there is a store that specializes in selling lining fabrics. His lining fabrics are all new goods imported from Keqiao. The price difference between Keqiao and Keqiao is one or two cents per meter. Zhang Chen always buys them from him.

Zhang Chen turned around and returned to the door. Wang Hainiao was still sleeping soundly. Zhang Chen saw a bottle of mineral water on the table with one bottom left, so he picked it up, unscrewed the lid, walked over, and took out the bottle of mineral water. The water poured on his exposed belly.

Wang Hainiao woke up with a loud scream, and Zhang Chen burst into laughter. When Wang Hainiao saw it was Zhang Chen, he also laughed. While patting his belly, he said that he didn't sleep at all until dawn yesterday after playing mahjong.

The person then sat up.

"Why isn't there anything new?" Zhang Chen asked.

"It's so hot that I'm too lazy to go out. As the old saying goes, a good man can't make six months' worth of money."

"Fuck you, it's already October, bro."

"Isn't it just October? Isn't this weather similar to June?"

"What's that package on the wall inside?" Zhang Chen pointed to the inside of the stall.

"Rubbish, I was killed by this pile of garbage."

"What kind of rubbish can drag you to death with just a few bags? You don't have any strength at all, do you?"

Wang Hainiao rolled his eyes at him: "How many packages? I also have a warehouse with 100,000 meters of hair stored there."

As Wang Hainiao spoke, he seemed to remember something. He stood up, walked to the table, took the scissors, and walked towards the pile of cloth bags. Zhang Chen followed.

Wang Hainiao cut open a cloth bag, which contained seven or eight pieces of cloth folded one by one. Wang Hainiao took out the top piece and handed it to Zhang Chen, who quickly caught it with his hands.

"Here, don't you know how to design? See if there is any way to use it."

Then he cut open another cloth bag, took out another piece, and handed it to Zhang Chen again.

There were no lights on in the shop, and the light was very dark. Zhang Chen walked to the door with two pieces of cloth and threw them on the lounge chair. He saw that two pieces of cloth were made of linen, and one was made of beige linen, woven into a strip. One strip looked very similar to the shape of corduroy fabric. Zhang Chen looked at it and his heart moved, feeling that there seemed to be something to do.

The other piece was dark brown, similar to slub linen, but it was shiny. Zhang Chen thought it was a blend. It should contain viscose fiber, which is the component of ice silk. He lifted a corner of the cloth with his hand and tried it. It was very good. The weight is very smooth, shaken, and the drape and swing are very good.

"What's the price?" Zhang Chen asked.

"If you can use it, you can use it for three or four yuan. It will make my headache better. It has been piled there for more than two years or almost three years."

"Okay, let me try. How much does it cost here?"

Wang Hainiao waved his hand and said, take it, what kind of money is this, it seems that he really hates them to the point of trash.

Zhang Chen sat at his place until almost eleven o'clock. Wang Hainiao said, I'll ask the shop to bring some dishes over, and we'll have some drinks.

Zhang Chen hurriedly got up and shouted, oh my god, I forgot when I was bragging, my wife is still waiting for me to buy her noodles.

Wang Hainiao laughed, helped Zhang Chen tie the two pieces of fabric on the bicycle bag rack, and watched him leave in a hurry.

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