The Pentium Era - South to North

Xiao Zhao returned home and was very happy to see Zhang Chen making half of the maternity skirt. After eating, Xiao Zhao put away the table. Zhang Chen put on the sewing machine and continued to work. Xiao Zhao finished taking a shower and stood Zhang Chen looked behind him. When he got tired from standing, he went to bed to lean on.

While talking loudly to Zhang Chen, she looked at Zhang Chen's busy back and smiled slightly.

Xiao Zhao leaned for a while, tiredness came over him. After yawning twice, he fell asleep unconsciously. Zhang Chen heard Xiao Zhao's voice behind him for a long time. He looked back and saw that she had fallen asleep. Chen smiled, walked over, took a towel and covered her with it, turned around and continued to do it.

When Xiao Zhao was woken up by Zhang Chen, it was already past ten o'clock. Xiao Zhao rubbed his eyes and sat up, asking: "Are you ready?"

Zhang Chen nodded.

"Show me quickly."

Zhang Chen took two steps back, picked up the newly made nightgown from the table, and held it in his hand. Xiao Zhao took a breath and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful!"

"Want to try?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xiao Zhao nodded repeatedly: "I want it! Of course I want it!"

Xiao Zhao changed into her maternity dress, walked to the mirror, looked at herself in the mirror, and kept laughing. Zhang Chen walked over, hugged her from behind, and asked, "Does it look good?"

"Yeah." Xiao Zhao nodded.

"It's a gift of love."

Zhang Chen said that he started laughing after he finished speaking. Xiao Zhao was puzzled by his laughter and turned to look at him. Zhang Chen told Xiao Zhao about the conversation he had with Xiao Zhao and Caidi in the afternoon, and Xiao Zhao also laughed. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said:

"Dear, I think Caidi said something right."

"What words?"

"You are a very good designer." Xiao Zhao said, "By the way, why can't we sell the clothes you designed? You can definitely do it."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. We sell the clothes you design yourself. You don't have to look for any source of goods anymore. We are our own source of goods. We sell our own goods. We are unique in the entire market and will definitely attract a lot of customers."

Xiao Zhao's words moved Zhang Chen, and he was also thinking, why not? Is it really difficult for him to become a fashion designer?

When I left Yongcheng, I had never done any decoration design. When I arrived in Haicheng, I did very well once I got started. Isn't this fashion design more difficult than decoration design? As long as you are willing to put in the effort, you will definitely be competent.

"However, I can only design the simplest clothing now." Zhang Chen said.

"No." Xiao Zhao shook her head. She pointed to the sketchbook and said to Zhang Chen: "You can only make the simplest sketches and make the simplest clothes. The designer doesn't ask you to make sketches. It’s not about making clothes, it’s about painting on them. What can’t you paint?”

"If you can draw it, you have to find a way to turn it into clothes. What's the use of just drawing?"

Xiao Zhao also thinks this is a problem. You can't take a sketchbook and show it to the customer and tell the customer, do you want this style? If you want it, I will go to a clothing factory to produce it.

Zhang Chen suddenly laughed and cursed: "I'm so damn stupid!"

Xiao Zhao looked at him and asked, "What did you think of?"

"I thought about Xiao Zhao and Caidi. Don't they have no business now? Why can't I let them make it cheaper for us? I design, Xiao Zhao makes the boards, and Caidi does it. It's a one-stop service. Anyway, we have many retail customers there. If the clothes you design yourself are a little more expensive after adding in their wages, can you still sell them?"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Zhao also became excited and shouted: "This is a good idea! Come on, my dear, let's go discuss it with them now and see if they are willing."

"Forget it, let's talk about it in two days." Zhang Chen said sadly.

"Why don't we wait until two days later?" Xiao Zhaoqi asked.

"First of all, it is impossible to say that we will make summer clothes now. We must start with autumn clothes. Secondly, we are just making them now, and we don't even have a place to show off."

When Zhang Chen said this, Xiao Zhao also felt sad. Yes, there are piles of jeans in the stall now. Where are the samples going? Now go talk to Caidi and the others. Caidi and the others will probably be very happy. Yes, but they agreed, and you don’t have anything to do for them here, so aren’t you trying to tease their appetites?

Xiao Zhao sighed.

Zhang Chen looked at her and comforted her: "It's okay. I can slowly learn and start designing now. This clothing design is not that simple. If you say you want to do it today, you can do it tomorrow. You have to have an idea. , to collect materials, the most important thing is to find suitable fabrics, now that we have thought of it, we will go in this direction."

Xiao Zhao said yes, but I think we should go to Caidi’s place.

"What are you going for?"

Xiao Zhao shook his body from side to side and said with a smile: "Please ask these two professionals for advice on the new clothes you made."

…

At around nine o'clock, when Xiao Zhao went to the market wearing a new maternity dress, Feng Zhen shouted when she saw it: "Oh, Xiao Zhao, this dress is beautiful today!"

When Fengzhen shouted like this, a customer happened to be passing by. She turned to look at Xiao Zhao and asked, "Where did you buy this maternity skirt?"

Xiao Zhao smiled, pointed to her stall and said, "This is it."

"How much?"

"Sixty-five." Xiao Zhao said casually.

The customer stopped and said, "Can you get me one? My sister is also pregnant."

Just as Xiao Zhao was about to say something, Zhang Chen quickly walked out of the stall and said to the customer, "I'm sorry, she may not know that this product has been sold out."

The customer looked at Xiao Zhao again and left angrily.

Xiao Zhao asked Zhang Chen: "Did I drive too low?"

"No." Zhang Chen said.

"Have you ever calculated the approximate cost of this?"

"If you don't count labor, fifteen."

"How many?"

"fifteen."

"This, this, this, you pig, why don't you let her come again tomorrow? Just go home and make another one. You can make fifty yuan." Xiao Zhao cried out regretfully.

Zhang Chen shook his head and said, "I won't sell it for any price. This style is specially designed for you."

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay, I understand, this is a gift of love."

Zhang Chen also laughed.

When Xiao Zhao came, Zhang Chen was ready to go out for a walk. He had already thought about it this morning and decided to go to the fabric market. He wanted to go to the stall run by a Taiwanese. They all had imported fabrics and the fabrics were relatively good. Novel, Zhang Chen decided to find out the price first, so he had a good idea.

He sat alone in the stall in the morning and carefully thought about what he and Xiao Zhao had thought last night. He felt that Xiao Zhao was right. This is the way they want to go. We are our own source of goods. Don’t worry about it anymore. I looked here and there.

Zhang Chen was riding his bicycle. Before he reached Qiutao Road, the BB phone in his waist rang. He looked and saw that the call was coming from the stall. Xiao Zhao grabbed him and he quickly turned around and rode back.

Zhang Chen rushed back to the stall. When Xiao Zhao saw him, he said that it was A Yong who was looking for him.

Zhang Chen walked to A Yong's stall and saw A Yong and another person crowded in his own stall, whispering something. When he saw Zhang Chen, A Yong stood up and pointed at the person. Said: "This customer is from Yabao Road in Beijing. I went to the old market to find him."

He also told the other party that he was from the stall opposite.

The Beijing customer stood up and shook hands with Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen looked at A Yong and didn't know what he was going to do.

A Yong told him that he was going to pack all European size clothes for such a customer. Do you want to do it?

"How much?"

"The price of my clothes has been negotiated. They cost three yuan a piece."

"So low?" Zhang Chen asked.

Ayong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"How many pants do you have in total? I mean European sizes?" the other party asked.

"Two thousand."

"I won't beat around the bush anymore. How about I take away the two yuan a piece?"

Zhang Chen's heart moved, two yuan, these rubbish that he was ready to throw away? Zhang Chen almost agreed. When he saw A Yong blinking at him, he said, "That won't work. The price is too low."

"How much do you want?"

Zhang Chen thought for a while and said: "It's the same as him, it's also three yuan."

The other party shook his head: "That won't work. I can't afford three yuan. I have to transport it back to Beijing. The shipping cost is one yuan per piece. It's too expensive."

The two bargained and couldn't agree on the price. Finally, Ayong said, it's not up to you or him, you both give in, just two and a half dollars.

The other party thought for a moment and said yes, it would be two and a half dollars.

Zhang Chen walked back to his stall and told Xiao Zhao about this. When Xiao Zhao heard this, he exploded and shouted: "You are crazy, two and a half yuan, how much will we lose?"

Zhang Chen quickly said: "I don't want to either, but autumn clothes will be on sale soon. What should I do if the stall looks like this? These pants have been piled here for half a month. Have you ever sold a pair? The only way is to put them Pick it up and treat it as a joke, right? Also, have you forgotten what we planned last night?"

Xiao Zhao bit her lip and struggled internally. Her eyes were red. Two and a half yuan, which equals a loss of seven and a half yuan. It was really more uncomfortable than digging out her flesh. But in the end, thinking about it, it was Zhang Chen who said it. It makes sense. These things are piled here, and this stall seems to be dead. Xiao Zhao’s eyes were filled with tears, but he still nodded and said:

"Okay, you prodigal son, you make the decision on this matter."

Zhang Chen walked back and told the customer in Beijing that it was okay. The customer stood up and walked out. After a while, he brought three men who were packing and shipping goods in the old market and pulled the cart that transported large packages over.

He randomly picked out five boxes from each stall, opened the boxes and checked that the numbers inside were consistent with what was written on the cartons outside. Instead of opening boxes one by one and counting points, he asked the three people to carry them into the car. The car is pulled outward.

He and Zhang Chen Ayong took notes on paper and wrote down the numbers on each box.

The three people worked for more than an hour and emptied both stalls. After both parties checked the numbers, the other party took out the money from his pocket and paid the money, and the transaction ended.

There was a question that always bothered Zhang Chen. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and asked the Beijing customer: "Who else wants clothes like this?"

"Of course." The other party smiled, "I came to Yabao Road just to find these European-sized goods."

Lao Maozi is a Russian, and these guys are really big. They are all the big robs (Dadrov) they talked about when they were young. Damn it, there are really shrimps, shrimps, crabs, and crabs. Zhang Chen is here I sighed in my heart.

The stalls were all emptied, leaving only the goods for daily orders. Zhang Chen and A Yong both breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a stone weighing on their hearts had been removed. Even Xiao Zhao burst into tears and smiled. She saw He looked at the two of them and cursed:

"What a pig. I never felt so happy when I saw losing money."

Ayong smiled and said: "That's true, money can't buy my comfort, do you know? I will open the recliner later, lie there with my hands and legs crossed, and I can have a sweet dream."

Looking at the empty stall, Zhang Chen felt that he had truly awakened. Clothes were nothing. It was normal to make profits and losses. Only this stall was their foundation and their green mountain. As long as the green mountain was still there, it would be Don't worry about running out of firewood.

He felt that he suddenly gained confidence, and said to Xiao Zhao: "Don't worry, I will definitely make back the money you lost."

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