The Pentium Era - South to North

The clothes from the factory have come out in batches. Zhang Chen didn't ask Lao Wan to deliver any of them to the stall. They were all piled up in the factory. Zhang Chen asked Zhao Zhigang and the others to match all the styles and sizes, including the ones that fit this batch of clothes. Small clothes.

That cart of fabrics was quickly used up. Zhang Chen asked Lao Wan to pull another cart of wick strips and continue working. Xiao Zhao looked at so many clothes piled up in the factory and couldn't help but feel a little worried. She felt that Zhang Chen was now , a bit like a gambler, waiting for the last stud.

Zhao Zhigang and Caidi also didn't understand. After all the clothes were made, why weren't they sent to the stalls? If they were piled here, how could they make money? If they are piled up for a few more days, even the factory won't be able to pile them up anymore.

Xiao Zhao got up in the morning and went to the factory. Lao Wan had to go out to purchase accessories or linings every day, so he could take Xiao Zhao out by the way.

When Caidi saw Xiao Zhao coming, she came over and asked anxiously, "Why don't you sell so many clothes?" I'm almost dying of anxiety. Xiao Zhao, aren't you anxious?

Xiao Zhao was anxious, but still smiled and said to her: "It should be tomorrow. I will ask Lao Wan to deliver it to the stall tomorrow."

Xiao Zhao knew that Zhang Chen was waiting for the light box to arrive. The light box would not be installed until this afternoon. This husband was preparing to act again.

In the afternoon, the man and two guys came over with a light box and a ladder and started to install it. The other stalls around them didn't know what was going on, so they came around to watch, and the door of their stall was full.

After the light box was installed and the wires were connected, Zhang Chen put a small piece of sticker under one of the air switches. The word "light box" was written on the sticker.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao said, come and drive.

Xiao Zhao flipped the switch, and the light box outside lit up, and the people surrounding the stall exclaimed "Oh."

Not sure if it was because of the lighting, Xiao Zhao looked over the wall and saw that Feng Zhen’s face on the other side was also green.

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Lao Wan and Zhao Zhigang got up very early and took the orders Zhang Chen wrote to them to distribute the goods. They packed a full tricycle. On top of the bundles of clothes, there was a pile of clothes spread out. These clothes were not packaged, and Use hangers to hang them one by one.

Zhao Zhigang carefully selected each set and guided the ironing process in the factory twice before finishing it.

In this way, when they get to the stall, they don’t need to go to the ironing room to iron it. Instead, they can directly take out samples, or hang them on vertical hangers in the stall for others to try, allowing them to feel the clothes produced in their own factory. , how good the workmanship is, Zhao Zhigang is very confident, he feels that he will not be afraid if you take out the clothes from all the Sijiqing stalls.

Come on, come out, if you have the guts, come and compete to see whose workmanship is the best.

Zhao Zhigang took two large pieces of kraft paper and carefully covered the pile of flat clothes. Then he hooked one end of two rubber bands on the handrail of the tricycle and crossed them to secure the clothes.

He tested the tightness of the rubber band with his hands and told Lao Wan that it was OK.

In the stall, Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao had vacated both walls when they got off work yesterday, just waiting for this batch of clothes to arrive.

After they loaded the car, Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao also arrived. Zhang Chen saw that they were ready and waiting for him, so he nodded to Lao Wan and said, let's go.

Zhao Zhigang rode a bicycle in the factory and wanted to go with them. Zhang Chen suddenly became nervous and wanted to tell Zhao Zhigang no. You stay in the factory and don't go.

On the surface, Zhang Chen looked calm, but inside he was uneasy. This uneasiness had lasted for several days. Along with all his preparations, he became a little worried about gains and losses. One thing was clearly done. He himself always wonders if something has been missed, and this omission will eventually lead to uncontrollable consequences.

He believes that the play will be successful, but he is vaguely worried that it will fail. If it fails, you always hope that the audience will be as small as possible.

Just like a large number of people gathered around to watch you set off a firecracker, and some even plugged their ears with two fingers. You spread your arms, walked sideways to the firing point, and lit the fuse confidently. The result is a squib, how embarrassing is that?

Zhang Chen felt a little bit that he was taking this matter too seriously and with a sense of ceremony. If he had known this, he would have sent the clothes to the stall as soon as they came out, without any fuss. Whether it sells well or not, it’s all up to him. Give it to the market. If that doesn't work, then secretly exchange a batch of goods. This is secretly on the ground and secretly underground. Isn't it better than it is now?

Now, I have put myself up and cannot get down.

Zhang Chen looked at Zhao Zhigang and thought, if he just found a reason not to let him go, Zhao Zhigang would definitely not agree, and he would also find a reason to insist on going. Just like he couldn't stop Xiao Zhao before, he can't stop him now. Zhao Zhigang, do you have any suitable and compelling reasons to stop them?

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao said earlier that you should go after you wake up.

Xiao Zhao said, I have woken up.

Zhang Chen said bravely, "Let's sleep some more."

"Why? New models are being launched today, so the stall must be very busy. How can you do it alone?"

Zhang Chen was speechless. He couldn't tell Xiao Zhao, no, no one might come today, and no one might want this batch of goods at all.

Now, he had no way to tell Zhao Zhigang that if this batch of goods was delivered to the stall, there might be embarrassment. Don't watch me get embarrassed.

What's more, this series of clothes is not only your work, but also Zhao Zhigang's work. Zhao Zhigang is also excited. He also wants to see what his works will look like when they are displayed at once. This appetite, It was still you who hung me up.

Okay, let's go together!

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao arrived at the stall. After Xiao Zhao turned on the lights of the stall and the light box at the door, Lao Wan arrived at the door on a tricycle, and Zhao Zhigang ran in behind him.

Lao Wan comes to the market almost every day and is familiar with the security guard at the door. They all know that he is from 1117. The owner of 1117 is a friend of Hagen and a star stall in the market. Every security guard knows this.

When they saw Lao Wan's full tricycle arriving, they wouldn't let him in and asked him to move it one trip at a time. The security guard found it unreasonable, so Lao Wan handed out a ring of cigarettes and told them, and they let him Wan's tricycle drove straight in, riding along the main aisle until it reached the stall door.

As soon as the light box of Zhang Chen's stall turned on, traders in twos and threes came over to take a look. When their truckload of goods arrived and Zhang Chen started to put samples on the wall, more people gathered around. Anyway, now in the market There are not many people and there is not much business to do. Instead of sitting in the stall, it is better to come and watch the excitement.

Zhang Chen looked at the model who walked out of the door first. He put on a shirt with a stand-up collar and the beggar's uniform on top.

A Yong came over and yelled while watching what they were doing. His movements attracted more people, not only from their passage, but also from the next passage.

Zhang Chen put on the model's clothes and turned around. When he saw Feng Zhen staring at them like two knives, Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Zhang Chen then began to display sample clothes on the main wall. He displayed a series of five-piece wick strips on the main wall, and the onlookers outside started a commotion.

Zhang Chen heard A Yong asking Xiao Zhao: "Are all the paintings on the clothes painted by your husband?"

Xiao Zhao said "hmm".

Zhang Chen heard someone asking Zhao Zhigang the same question. Zhao Zhigang said: "These flower patterns are impossible to find in the market. They are all designed by our boss himself. Our boss is very good at painting and draws very well."

Zhang Chen seemed to feel that he could see it. When Zhao Zhigang said this, his neck was probably red, but he kept explaining, talking about their boss and their factory.

Zhang Chen also heard Fengzhen scolding, and he didn't know who she was scolding. It meant that they had blocked her stall and told them to go away a little. If they want to watch the show, they should go to the stage and not stand in front of my store.

Everyone could hear the sourness, so the person being scolded didn't care about her, just smiled and walked away.

Zhang Chen felt that her voice was harsh, and it hit him immediately. He felt that he did feel like acting now, but he was never nervous when he was in the troupe and acted as a small actor on stage. Why was he nervous today? ?

Still, he was worried that when the curtain rose, he would screw up the performance.

Today, I am not a supporting role, but the protagonist of this stage. It is Feng Laogui and Tan Shuzhen. If you can't hold on, this show won't hold on.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. As he stood there, he felt his whole body trembling. How embarrassing it would be if no one came to restock today!

People behind him were chattering, and various sounds filled his ears. Zhang Chen felt that he didn't even have the courage to look back. For a moment, he remembered why this feeling was so familiar. Everything feels familiar.

He remembered when he was in Yongcheng, when he climbed up to the intersection into the city for the first time, stood on the high scaffolding, and painted advertisements on the tin sheets, wasn't it like this?

Under the scaffolding, many people were watching, chattering in the same way. He kept painting, but did not dare to look back. He felt that as soon as he turned around, facing the many people and looks below, he would look like a child. I went to watch a criticism meeting, and those who were being criticized stood on the stage with their heads lowered.

Zhang Chen was on the scaffolding, being basked in the sun and blown by the wind. His ears were always filled with the noisy sounds below. He didn't even dare to look back or come down even when he was in a hurry to urinate.

Zhang Chen couldn't remember how this feeling disappeared later.

Zhang Chen thought about the time he went to the hotel for an interview in Haicheng and his embarrassment when he couldn't tell whether he should use light soy sauce or black soy sauce for steaming fish. He turned around and left, listening to the mocking laughter of the people in the row behind him. He lowered his head and left as if fleeing, not daring to look at the people around him who were applying for jobs like him.

He remembered that he was at the West Lake, and when he packed up his portfolio and left there, there were students from the Academy of Fine Arts, who said in a deliberately long voice, "Brother, withdraw?" Others laughed, and some screamed, "Idiot!"

Zhang Chen stood there, feeling that he was such an idiot today. The play started and you were already on the stage, but something suddenly happened to you and you couldn't continue the performance or end it...

How embarrassing it would be if no one bought the goods today!

Zhang Chen stood there. He felt like he couldn't control the trembling all over his body. The more he tried to control it, the harder his whole body trembled. He felt that he was alone and helpless. Who could save me?

The crowd behind them was chirping, but all the sounds seemed to be far away and close at hand.

"Wow, they are all new!"

Zhang Chen heard a cry, and his whole body was shaken. This slightly hoarse cry sounded so clear and perfect at this moment. It cut through all the noisy sounds and came through the air.

This is the voice of the female customer in Wuhu.

"It's so beautiful!" He then heard the voice of the customer from Ma'anshan.

Zhang Chen felt that his whole body suddenly relaxed and he was sweating profusely.