The Pentium Era - South to North

The carton was finally delivered early in the morning on the day of shipment. Zhao Zhigang called Zhang Chen. Both Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang breathed a sigh of relief on the phone. Zhang Chen looked at his watch and saw that it was only about seven o'clock. Shang Xiaozhao has not gotten up yet.

Zhang Chen fell down and stretched out a hand. Xiao Zhao leaned over and asked sleepily, has the carton arrived?

Zhang Chen said "hmm".

Xiao Zhao stretched out her hand, patted his chest twice, and told him to sleep peacefully.

Zhang Chen thought to himself, yes, I can finally have a solid sleep.

Once the cartons arrive, everything is ready, just waiting to be shipped.

Miss Lin still needs more than 3,000 pieces of goods. With the current production capacity of the workshop, if the workers get up at noon today and work until the evening, they can easily complete it without any problems.

What's more, today's tasks were arranged yesterday, and the requirement for each group was that they must be completed before seven o'clock. The supervisors didn't even grunt, knowing in their hearts that seven o'clock would not be completed.

Tomorrow afternoon's ship and container truck will arrive at seven o'clock in the evening. They will stay at the factory for three hours and set off around ten o'clock. They will rush to the dock early the next morning. When Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang wake up tomorrow, Zhang Chen thinks of Han. The great ancestor Liu Bang said that day that the container should have passed the ship's side and his FOB was over.

All that was left was to wait for Miss Lin to remit the money, and then he would return the fifty thousand US dollars to Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty.

Today's task is very easy. The main task is to change the tags of the more than 8,000 pieces of inventory from last year. The cartons have arrived. The next step is to fill in the labels of each box. The ones piled in the warehouse have been packed in plastic bags. Just put the bags of clothes into the corresponding cartons and seal the boxes.

Zhang Chen didn't get up until almost eleven o'clock at noon. For a week in a row, he didn't go home until four or five o'clock in the morning almost every day. Today he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't set the alarm clock before going to bed. Xiao Zhao also intended to do so. Let him sleep a little longer without calling him when he got up.

It doesn't matter, the goods won't be shipped until ten o'clock in the evening, so he can sleep until two or three o'clock in the afternoon and get up again.

But Zhang Chen himself woke up before eleven o'clock. When he woke up and looked at his watch, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. What a shameful fate. You don't know how to sleep even if you are asked to sleep.

He lay there and reviewed everything and confirmed that it was correct. The delivery could be done normally today, so don't worry.

Although there was chaos in the past few days, this chaos was quickly reversed, and more energy was exerted than before. Whether it was the cutting room or the sewing workshop, they withstood the seemingly impossible. The mission becomes possible.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen felt a little happy and proud in his heart. This kind of pride is like a general watching his troops triumphant. Although after a hard battle, everyone is in ragged clothes and the military appearance is in bad shape, but what does it matter? In the end The key thing is that we won, and victory is the best reward, proving that this is a team that can win the war.

For a general, what could be happier than seeing such a team?

Zhang Chen sat up on the bed, took the cigarette on the bedside table, held it in his mouth, and lit it. He really felt like this now, the feeling of a general. He saw everyone's faces in the factory. They were all tired, and when they saw him, the smiles on their faces were stiff and forced, but among the more than a thousand people in the factory, no one complained.

Not only the migrant workers, but also the local old workers in Hangzhou at the Qunying Garment Factory have no complaints. Even the "working class" who likes to complain and say weird things the most, Zhao Zhigang and Zhang Chen said, have behaved in a special way these days. good.

For these workers, where have they ever experienced such long and intense overtime work?

But everyone stood up and it was not easy.

Everyone understands the importance of this order to them. An order will allow them to open up the entire Taiwan market. This is also the first time that their clothing has gone overseas.

Those young female lathes in the parking spaces will think about what Taipei is like when they are working, and which Taiwanese girl will wear the clothes they made, and what kind of Taiwanese girl will she wear when she walks under the sky of Taipei? What a scene.

The speakers in the workshop are controlled and played by Zheng Huihong. This little girl seems to have a glimpse of everyone's thoughts. In the past few days, she specially selected a CD by Meng Tingwei. From time to time, she also plays the single "Go to Taipei to Watch the Rain in Winter" on a loop "This song.

Even middle-aged women like Liangfen and the others are already familiar with this song. When the song first begins, the workers in the workshop will start humming along with the song. When the song comes, "It's still sky, it's still raining, it's still raining/This city, I No longer familiar/I’m still me, you’re still you/It’s just one more winter”, the entire workshop became a chorus.

The harmonious singing dispersed all the fatigue and sleepiness. There was only one thought in everyone's mind, and that was to do it again.

Zhang Chen had to admire the little girl Zheng Huihong again. How thoughtful and detailed was her thinking in that noisy head?

Every time after singing, everyone couldn't help but laugh, and then there was a brief silence and melancholy. Some people would wonder if they were wearing clothes made by me when they went to Taipei to watch the rain in winter. When you watch the rain, Do you know who I am, which city in the mainland I am in, and where I come from?

I also want to go to Taipei to watch the rain, but unfortunately Taipei is too far away. The clothes I made are luckier than me. It can travel across the ocean and watch the rain in Taipei, but I can't.

In the past few days, this song has been buzzing throughout the factory. In the cutting room, in the back aisle of the workshop, and in the employee canteen, everyone is humming this song. Even the chief executive, Fu, was scraping with a knife by the tap water pool. Holding a large pot of pig hair from pig's trotters, he also hummed, "Come to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, don't cry in a foreign land..."

What made Zhang Chen even more gratified was that he could clearly feel that the distance between himself and the workers, especially the new workers, had become closer. When he was walking in the factory and eating in the employee canteen, he smiled at him and took the initiative to talk to him. He said that the number of people who are kind to Mr. Zhang has increased significantly.

Zhang Chen feels like Wu Qi. When you are busy, I am also busy. When you are rushing for goods, I am also rushing for goods.

The workers could not see but hear Zhang Chen's busy work. Every move he made in the cutting room would be heard by every worker through the supervisors who came in and out of the cutting room.

When workers go to work in the workshop upstairs, when they pass by the door of the cutting room and look inside, they can always see Zhang Chen, like a shrimp, hunched over the cutting bed.

You know that your boss is working and working overtime just like you. This is probably why even the "working class" has no complaints. When everyone else is busy, it is very annoying for you to be muttering by yourself. Yes, no one is a fool, anyone should be able to feel it.

Zhang Chen took a puff of cigarette. He felt that being Wu Qi felt good, better than being Wang Yaowu. When the whole factory is busy, what's the point of sitting alone in the office? It means that everyone else needs to be busy, only Don't you need it?

Then why are others busy? When all the soldiers are defeated and dispersed, and they really "would rather see the King of Hell than touch Lao Wang", Lao Wang, you are a loner in the command room, and it is useless. In the end Aren't you going to be a prisoner?

Zhang Chen felt that he would rather be Wu Qi than Wang Yaowu.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhang Chen decided to get up.

When he got up, he took a shower and changed clothes. He didn't have to be as busy today as he had in the past few days. Zhang Chen and Zhao Zhigang also finished drawing the last piece of paper in the morning.

Today, he no longer needs to hunch his back and lie on the cutting table to draw paper blocks. There is no need for him to wear such loose clothes. What he has to do today is to act like a boss again, looking around and looking around, which is better than sitting in a garden. Stroll.

Zhang Chen went downstairs and went to his parents' place. From a distance, he saw his father leading Xiang Nan to the north at the door of the house, watering the flowers.

When the two children saw him, they both ran over, calling "uncle" to the south, and "uncle" to the north.

Xiangnan stopped, turned around, pointed at Zhang Xiangbei and said, "Don't scream!"

Zhang Xiangbei said "Oh", closed his mouth tightly, looked at Xiangnan, and Xiangnan told him to call him daddy.

Zhang Xiangbei blinked slyly, and called Xiangnan "Dad".

"Idiot, you didn't call me, you called him uncle and dad." Xiang Nan cursed.

Xiang Bei said "Oh" again, turned around and shouted to Zhang Chen: "Uncle and dad!"

After shouting, he made a face at Zhang Chen. Xiang Nan was so angry that he tried to twist his mouth. Zhang Xiangbei ran away, shouting: "Uncle dad, uncle dad, dad uncle, dad uncle." ,Ha ha."

Zhang Chen and his father laughed. They both shook their heads. Zhang Chen called to Xiangbei: "Zhang Xiangbei, come here and let dad hug you."

Zhang Xiangbei shouted from a distance: "No, you haven't even shaved."

Zhang Chen touched his chin. It was true that he had taken a shower and changed clothes, but he had forgotten to shave.

Zhang Chen continued to call: "Xiang Nan, kiss uncle."

Xiang Nan walked over, Zhang Chen knelt down, put one side of his face close to her, and kissed Xiang Nan. Zhang Chen reached out and touched her head with a smile.

Zhang Chen's mother came out and asked, "Eat at home?"

"No, I'll go to the company first and then the factory." Zhang Chen said, waved to Xiangnan and Xiangbei, and called to Xiangnan:

"Goodbye uncle!"

Xiangbei also shouted; "Uncle, father, father, uncle, goodbye!"

The man was still standing far away, but he couldn't come over. Zhang Chen raised his right hand, made a gun with his fingers, and aimed at him. Zhang Xiangbei shouted "Bah". Zhang Chen staggered a few steps and walked away, heading south and toward the north. Bei laughed and said to Bei:

"He hit himself again, sister, look, he hit himself again."

Zhang Chen arrived at the office on Stadium Road. Xiao Zhao and He Hongmei walked in. Xiao Zhao asked, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up." Zhang Chen said.

"How about eating here and then going to the factory?"

Zhang Chen said yes.

Xiao Zhao and He Hongmei went down to get food. The three of them finished eating at the small conference table in Zhang Chen's office. Zhang Chen said he was going to the factory.

"I'll go with you." Xiao Zhao said. It was his first shipment today. Of course, Xiao Zhao was a little excited and wanted to go and have a look. Zhang Chen agreed.

"I'll go too. I haven't seen what it's like inside a container. I must go and have a look." He Hongmei said.

"I'll lock you in a container, let you see all you want, and send it directly to Taipei with the goods." Zhang Chen said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." He Hongmei continued to imitate Miss Lin's tone and said, "Please, please, Mr. Zhang, I heard that the factory canteen has delicious food in the evening, right?"

Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen laughed wildly.

"Let's go, let's go." Zhang Chen said, "I'll take you to see the plucked pig's trotters version of "Come to Taipei to Watch the Rain in Winter" by Master Fu."

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