The Pentium Era - South to North

The wontons were ready and the boss served them to them. When Haigen saw that Zhang Chen had finished all the steamed dumplings, he told the boss that he wanted another steamed bun.

Zhang Chen quickly said enough is enough.

"What's enough is enough. This small steamed bun is in my stomach and doesn't take up much space. Look, it's already my second breakfast. When I came to work at five o'clock, I had already eaten one." Hagen photographed Talking to his stomach, Zhang Chen laughed.

"By the way, Brother Haigen, how come they think I'm a pirate? I really didn't do anything?" Zhang Chen asked in confusion.

Haigen took a bite of the wontons and felt that they were not sour enough, so he added some vinegar and tasted enough. Then he stopped the spoon, looked at Zhang Chen and said with a smile:

"Why? That's because you look too much like a pirate.

"Look at the people who come here to buy goods, who are not pulling carts and carrying big bags of goods? If you just enter someone else's stall empty-handed, people will know at a glance that you are not buying goods. Also, this is a wholesale market. Wherever someone comes to buy clothes, they will buy one. If you are selling clothes, you should at least match the size and color. If you buy one, the first reaction of people will be to buy sample clothes.

"If they don't sell to you, they will kick you out. Even retail customers will never enter their store again. It's good for you. Not only did you go back, but you also stared at the clothes and touched and looked at them. You are not stealing. Yes, who is stealing the copy?"

Hagen asked this, and Zhang Chen also laughed. Yes, when he said it this way, he did look like a pirated copy.

"I just thought that dress was particularly suitable for Xiao Zhao, so I walked in again." Zhang Chen said.

"I know, how do they know?"

"Is there no retail in this market?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Yes, but no one who knows about it will come in the morning, and no one will pay attention to you when you come. If you come in the afternoon, when they are happy, the price will be a few dollars higher than the wholesale price, and they might even sell it to you. Anyway, by the afternoon, it will still be there." There will be some, but they won’t be the best-selling ones. They just deal with the inventory. Also, there are more people who come here to buy clothes for free. "

"What two kinds of people?"

"One is the local girls in Hangzhou. They speak the local dialect and don't come early in the morning. They come early in the morning to buy clothes. There are also the train conductors from all over the country who come from the Chengzhan Railway Station. But they all wear conductor uniforms, and they come in twos and threes. They buy several pieces at a time, and they treat them like small customers. As for you, you are neither of the two."

As Hagen said something, he thought of something. He asked, "By the way, do you still want that dress? You want me to take you there to buy it."

"No, if you do this, you will lose all interest." Zhang Chen said with a bitter smile.

"By the way, Brother Haigen, don't you want to..."

"You know, you know, don't tell Osmanthus fragrans, right?"

Hagen asked, and Zhang Chen smiled sheepishly: "That's right, sister Guihua, don't tell her either. What I originally wanted to say was, that boss lady, don't look for her again."

"Are you afraid that I will settle the score with her?" Hagen sighed and patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder: "Little brother, Guihua is right, you two are still kind. Don't worry, I just said that, everyone In the market, if you don't look up when you see someone, how can I really go to find trouble for someone? This matter will be over in the past, don't you think?"

"Yes." Zhang Chen nodded quickly.

…

After such a torment, it was already past eight o'clock when Zhang Chen and Hagen broke up. He simply rode home, washed his face and brushed his teeth, tidied himself up again, and rode out again.

General units in Hangzhou start work at 8:30 in the morning. It is neither too early nor too late. Zhang Chen chose around 9:30 and rushed to the Xincheng Decoration Co., Ltd. in Huaxing Lane.

When Zhang Chen walked in, the guy from yesterday looked up at him, then lowered his head and went about his own business. It seemed that he had never remembered that there was such a person as Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen walked directly to the little girl in the corner. The little girl still knew him. When she saw him, she stood up and turned to look at the other corner. The manager's office door was open and told Zhang Chen, "You and me?" I come.

The little girl took Zhang Chen to the door of the manager's office, stood at the open door and shouted: "Boss, there is an applicant."

The manager looked up at her and said, "What the hell, we're not hiring anyone."

"They came here yesterday afternoon."

"Okay, let him in."

The little girl stepped aside, nodded to Zhang Chen, and went back to her seat. Zhang Chen said thank you to her and walked into the manager's office.

The manager was a middle-aged man in his forties, not tall, with a crew cut. When he saw Zhang Chen come in, he asked:

"It's you?"

"Yes, hello manager!"

"Who told you we were recruiting people here?"

"Oh, I passed by the outside gate yesterday and saw your company. I wanted to come in and ask. The manager happened to be away, so I will come again today."

The manager looked at Zhang Chen. He also heard Zhang Chen saying thank you to the little girl in front of him. He felt that the young man was very polite and not annoying at all.

"Have you ever done decoration before?" the manager asked.

Zhang Chen said yes, I was still in the decoration company before the Spring Festival.

"What work?"

Zhang Chen almost blurted out the name "General Manager", but after thinking about it, he thought it was inappropriate. He wanted to say "Deputy General Manager", but he still felt it was inappropriate, so he said, "Designer."

"Where?"

"Haicheng."

"Hainan Island? So far away."

"Yes, I'm from Yongcheng. I just came back and want to find a job in Hangcheng."

"Why?"

Zhang Chen felt that the manager had many questions, but he still answered seriously: "My girlfriend works here."

What Zhang Chen said is the truth, and it sounds much better than explaining what happened to him in Haicheng. He is young and does not want to live in two places. This is too normal, Zhang Chen thought. , all blaming themselves for why they didn’t think of saying this a few days ago.

The manager nodded, and asked Zhang Chen to sit across from the desk. Seeing Zhang Chen carrying a portfolio, he asked, "Have you brought your works?"

Zhang Chen said he would bring it.

"Here, show it to me."

Zhang Chen opened the folder, took out the renderings inside, closed the folder, stood on the ground leaning on his chair, and handed the renderings to the manager.

The manager's seat faced the window. He turned around and let the light from the window illuminate the paintings in his hand. He looked at them carefully one by one. After reading them, he put the renderings on the table and turned around to look at them. Looking at Zhang Chen, he asked:

"Did you design all of this?"

Zhang Chen said yes.

"Didn't you copy it from a picture album?"

"No, no, most of these have been completed now. The hotel in Haicheng and Sanya has also been halfway completed. If you don't believe it, manager..."

"Why, let me go see it by myself? Hainan Island is so far away. I can't even go there if I want to."

Zhang Chen thought for a moment and said: "I can give you the mobile phone numbers of Mr. Tan of Hainan Tenglong Decoration Co., Ltd., Mr. Liu of Hainan Jinghai Real Estate Co., Ltd., and Mr. Meng of Hainan Wanda Real Estate Co., Ltd. Managers, you can call them Call them and they will tell you what I said..."

The manager waved his hand. Zhang Chen stopped and did not continue. The manager said: "Okay, young man, I believe what you said."

He held the renderings on the table with his hands and said to Zhang Chen: "To be honest, these designs are very good, but if you want to be a designer with us, they are still not enough."

"Is it because I'm not good enough?"

"No, no, that's it. Our place looks like a company from the outside. In fact, we are a department of the Planning and Design Institute. We have two brands and one person. We are a company, and we just do some work for the institute and the bureau. To generate income, the authorities now encourage this anyway.”

Zhang Chen nodded, and the manager continued:

"So, look at our place, it looks shabby. It is still a public institution. Those who can join us are either assigned or transferred from other units. If you have a formal unit, I I can talk to the hospital and negotiate to transfer you here, you are a talented person, but you obviously don’t have any formal unit, right?"

Zhang Chen really wanted to tell the manager that he was actually in the business establishment, but he knew that saying so would be in vain. If they agreed to issue a transfer letter, then Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe and the Cultural Bureau would have to agree to release him, and he would still be there. In Ding Baigou's hands, even if he and Liu Ligan were not expelled, it would be enough for them to just say, "This person has been absent from work for more than a year and we are preparing to expel him."