The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen and A Yong were walking around the workshop when someone who looked like the workshop director came over and asked, where are you from?

Ayong told her that we were customers of Section Chief Wang of the Supply and Marketing Department.

The workshop director nodded and walked aside, letting them continue shopping.

The sewing machines here look the same from a distance, but when you get closer, you realize that they are actually very different. The two parallel sewing lines on jeans are all made by a two-needle sewing machine. The fabric comes out of the presser foot with two threads. No wonder it is so uniform in width and width. Zhang Chen asked the team leader, what kind of sewing machine is this?

"Double-needle car." The team leader said to him.

He also found that some sewing machines were different from other sewing machines in that there was no presser foot on the needle bar, but a strange thing was installed on the needle plate. He asked the team leader, and the team leader told him that it was a pulley. The long strip of denim comes out from the pull tube, which is a long belt loop with the same width and width, and the trouser waistband is also pulled out by the pull tube.

In the process of rolling up the trouser legs, the needle plate is equipped with a device that is very similar to the puller, but it is not a puller.

The two pieces of trousers are joined together by a special hemming machine. The hemming machine is faster than a sewing machine. It keeps running and locks a large basket of trousers in a short time. piece.

Zhang Chen looked around inside. Everything he saw was new. His head was buzzing with the noise of motors and needles, but he felt that his horizons were wide open and he was very interested.

When he went to the back of the workshop, the team leader in charge told him that this entire area was called the back channel in the garment factory.

Zhang Chen had never heard of the machines here. He saw the automatic buttonhole machine. The needle circled the marked placket of the clothes. With a click, a buttonhole was locked. The needle bar was equipped with a blade. When you click the scissors, while the scissors cut the sewing thread, the blade falls down and cuts the hole in the buttonhole.

The button-tacking machine nails a button with a click, and there is also a small scissor on the needle bar, which automatically cuts the thread when it clicks.

Zhang Chen also saw machines for punching holes, rivets and buckles here. He couldn't help but sigh. It turns out that a denim jacket or a pair of jeans has to go through so many processes and equipment, and the equipment in the clothing factory , turns out to be so diverse.

The two people walked out of the sewing workshop and saw that the truck from the garment factory had returned. Section Chief Wang was standing next to the truck. The person talking to him should be the truck driver. Seeing them, Section Chief Wang smiled and said, "Does it look good? "

Zhang Chen said it looks good. I have never seen such a scene before. I saw it today. I originally thought that this garment factory probably put together a lot of foot-operated sewing machines. Now look at it, it is not like that at all. Something happened.

Section Chief Wang smiled and said: "The denim fabric is so thick, if you use that kind of sewing machine, the needle will probably break inside. If the needle breaks inside the clothing, the foreigner will have to claim compensation."

"Then you guys won't have any broken needles?"

"Yes, not many. Before final packaging, it has to go through a needle detector. Any broken needles inside will be detected."

Section Chief Wang said, looking at A Yong, who smiled and said, "I think your little sisters here are pretty."

All three laughed.

The canteen is on the first floor of the office building. Section Chief Wang took them in, found a table, asked the chef to cook a few dishes, and treated them to a light meal.

After eating and going out, there were already three or four people waiting outside. The doors of the two warehouses were also opened. Section Chief Wang took a pen and paper and a calculator, handed them to A Yong, and told him that when he left the warehouse, Our warehouse manager will tally the numbers, and you can also write them down here. If the numbers of the last two people match up, then you are right.

A Yong said yes.

Although A Yong had said before that there was no need to open the boxes and count them, Zhang Chen felt uneasy after entering the warehouse. He still opened the two sealed cartons and clicked on the pants inside and the numbers on the outer cartons. It was accurate. Zhang Chen was relieved and felt that there would be no problem, so he let the people start moving boxes one by one to the car.

It was about four o'clock when the move was completed. After both parties confirmed that the figures were correct, Zhang Chen and A Yong went to the finance department to settle the bill. When they walked back, Section Chief Wang and the driver were standing beside the car. Section Chief Wang and the driver said , thank you for your hard work.

"Or go to Huating Road?" the driver asked. After asking, he felt something was wrong and quickly said: "I know, I know, we are going to Hangzhou Sijiqing, not Shanghai."

Zhang Chen overheard the driver's words and was startled. It seemed that the driver had delivered goods to Huating Road in Shanghai.

Huating Road in Shanghai is also a wholesale market. It is famous for selling foreign trade goods and counterfeit famous brands. When many foreigners come to Shanghai, they must go to Huating Road to buy some foreign trade goods and a lot of counterfeit famous brands and take them back home for delivery. people.

"Where to go to Sijiqing?" the driver asked Section Chief Wang.

Section Chief Wang patted A Yong on the shoulder and said to the driver: "The two of them are following the car, just ask them."

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when they returned to Hangzhou. Xiao Zhao was still waiting in the stall. The security guards helped them unload all the goods from the truck, and then used two flatbeds to pull the trucks one by one. When I pulled it into the market, I couldn't see the goods in the factory warehouse or on the truck. It was only when I got to the stall that I realized there were so many of them.

Boxes of goods were piled up, almost reaching the ceiling. Zhang Chen quickly took out the vertical clothes hangers and models. After moving them all, the entire stall was almost filled, and there was no place to put the vertical clothes hangers back. , we can only dismantle it and stuff it into the gap of the box.

The remaining space in the stall is only enough for a table and a stool. Even the mannequins at the door must be broken into two parts at night and placed on the table and stool. They can be moved down after the door is opened during the day. , placed at the door.

Zhang Chen looked at the stall full of cardboard boxes and felt worried, how the hell could this happen?

Xiao Zhao told him that it didn't matter. You could use hooks and plastic chains to hang them one by one on the carton, and then hang the trouser racks on the chains in rows. In this way, you could make samples of the trousers and sell them anyway. There is more space.

Zhang Chen thought about it and could only do this.

Zhang Chen was going to unpack a few boxes first to take out samples of the trousers. He could also make room for a vertical fan. There wasn't even a fan. Wouldn't it be too hot during the day?

Zhang Chen opened the recliner in the passage and asked Xiao Zhao to sit there and not move while he unpacked the box. Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "You go ahead and do it, and I will be the supervisor."

A Yong is even worse than them. Theirs is a seven-shaped stall. At least two roller shutters can be opened, making it easy to move cartons in and out. When A Yong's stall is full, only the outermost row of boxes can be moved. I can't even see the box.

Ayong is moving these boxes around, trying to create a gap so that he can get to the switch. He can't even turn the lights on and off, so he should leave them on all the time.

Zhang Chen moved a carton to the aisle, cut the sealing tape with scissors, opened the carton, and took out the pants inside. He was dumbfounded and exclaimed. Xiao Zhao didn't know what was going on, so he hurried over to take a look. Yong heard the sound and came over. They were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

Zhang Chen held up a pair of trousers. The length of the trousers almost reached his chin. One trouser leg was as fat as two trouser legs. Zhang Chen muttered: "Fuck, what kind of trousers are these? How can I wear such big trousers?" ?”

He dumped a whole box of trousers on the floor of the passage. They were all filled with trousers like this, and the three of them looked at each other.

Such pants are useless, how can they be sold? One trouser leg can fit into a person, who would want such pants?

Zhang Chen opened another box, and this one was the same. He didn't give up, and then he opened another box and dumped it on the ground. What was scattered all over the floor were fat and weird pants.

Zhang Chen looked at the mountains of cardboard boxes inside the stall, his face turned pale, and he didn't have the courage to open them any more.

"Go and see mine." Ayong said.

The three of them walked to A Yong's stall. A Yong took out a cardboard box, opened it, and picked up a piece of clothing from it to put on. The hem reached to the knees, and the two sleeves were just like the sleeves worn by Tan Shuzhen and others on the stage. , hanging on both sides of the clothes, Ayong rolled up his sleeves layer by layer, rolled up five layers, and then his right hand was exposed. Zhang Chen looked angry and funny.

Opening another box, it was still the same. A Yong looked pale and shouted, It's over, it's over, it's really a fucking mess, we got into a car full of garbage.

The three of them stood there dejectedly, not knowing what to do. A Yong said no, no, I'll go find my friend, who works for a foreign trade company, and I asked him to come and see what's going on.

"The one who introduced us to the factory?"

"Yes." Ayong nodded.

Zhang Chen quickly said: "Then go quickly."

After Ayong left, Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao stood there. Xiao Zhao was about to cry. Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao said, don't worry, it will be clear when Ayong's friends come.

Xiao Zhao said okay, I'm not in a hurry, but she still wanted to cry.

Zhang Chen said you should go and rest on the recliner.

Xiao Zhao said yes, I will go to the recliner to rest. She sat down on the recliner and looked at Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen stood outside his stall, staring at the mountains of cardboard boxes in the stall, looking at a loss. Xiao Zhao looked at him , knowing in their hearts that they have been tricked, the things are just here, even if A Yong’s friends come, what can they do?

Could he make these pants shrink back into normal pants?

Tears rolled down from Xiao Zhao's eyes.

Zhang Chen turned around and looked at her, panicked, and quickly shouted: "Xiao Zhao, don't cry."

Xiao Zhao said yes, I won't cry, but more tears couldn't stop and rolled down from his eyes.

"It's impossible." Zhang Chen muttered, and he said, "It's impossible."

He murmured and shook his head, and Xiao Zhao couldn't help but ask: "What's impossible?"

Zhang Chen remembered that he had clearly opened two boxes there and counted the quantities. The pants in the box were obviously normal. If they were pants like this, he would have seen it at that time and wouldn't have asked for them.

"Sit there and don't move."

Zhang Chen turned to Xiao Zhao and Xiao Zhao nodded: "I won't move."

She saw that Zhang Chen's clothes were already soaked with sweat, whether because of being anxious or hot. He simply took off his clothes, threw them at the door of Fengzhen's stall opposite, and began to put away the cardboard boxes in the stall. Boxes were moved out again, and after each box was moved, I used scissors to cut the sealing tape, opened it, looked at it, and then piled the boxes one by one in the aisle.

The market at night was empty and silent, with no one around. Only Xiao Zhao sat there crying silently, and only Zhang Chen moved and unpacked boxes one by one.