The Pentium Era - South to North

Although Xiao Zhao had no reaction at all and she felt that she was still far away from being alive, her due date had arrived and everyone still insisted that she must go to the hospital.

The hospital was the Second Zhejiang Hospital that Qu Tianlin contacted with the help of Qu Tianlin. Zhang Chen didn't even call. His mother calculated Xiao Zhao's due date and rushed over from Yongcheng. Zhang Chen arranged for them to stay at the Hongqi Hotel and went from the Hongqi Hotel to the Second Zhejiang Hospital. , it’s only a few minutes’ walk away, very convenient.

Sister Guihua brought a coal cake stove from home and placed it at the door of the boiler room, so that Zhang Chen's mother could stew chicken and steam fish on the coal cake stove every day and deliver it to Xiao Zhao.

Although Xiao Zhao no longer works at the Red Flag Hotel, the people here still regard her as one of their own, just like their own family members who are having a baby, and they all want to lend a hand to help.

After Xiao Zhao was hospitalized, Qu Tianlin asked Xiao An to go to Zhang Chen's stall every day to help. In addition, He Hongmei also stepped in to help from time to time. Although the business in the stall was very busy, with these three women around, it was not a big deal. Cope with it.

Zhang Chen stays with him in the ward every night. During the day, when his parents come to take over, he rides his bicycle, first to Sijiqing, and then to the factory. He goes home for a nap at noon, and is still in the factory in the afternoon. , went to Sijiqing at around four o'clock, and listened to Xiao An and Xiao Li talking to him about the sales situation throughout the day, especially the customer's reaction to their clothes.

The factory is now all making winter clothes, and all the wick strips have been sold out. Finally, the goods from that company have been forced into inventory. There are still more than 3,000 meters of slub fabric left. Zhang Chen is not in a hurry. The beggar's clothes will be available next spring. Can be sold.

The showroom has been rebuilt, and the surrounding iron fences and gates have been completed. Zhang Chen also asked Lao Wan's fellow villagers to build an awning in front of the factory. The awning was so large that it took up one-third of the drying area. In the awning, an eighty or ninety square meter warehouse was partitioned off with iron bars. So much fabric and elastic cotton arrived, and if they were all piled in the cutting room, there would be no place to work.

Also, we need a place to pack, and we have to send out more than a dozen bags every day, which are filled with cotton clothes and trousers. They can handle it on sunny days, but if it rains, Lao Wan and the others will have to hide in the corridor to do it, which is too crowded.

One side of the awning is connected to the factory building, and the workers also find it very convenient. Especially on rainy days, they don't have to get wet when going to the canteen and dormitories, and it also gives people a sense of security, especially on winter nights.

The entire factory area is patched up and patched together. Every temporary building was added temporarily when needed, without prior planning. It looks a bit messy. This mess further shows how busy the factory is. Inside, Still in order.

This messy and busy environment gives people a feeling of being prosperous and unable to stop moving forward. This feeling can especially impress those packaging customers. When they come and take a look, they will know that this factory is busy. It's very real, I'm not pretending to show it to them. This business is really good, not just average.

When I walked into the showroom again and saw so many products, I understood that they were busy for a reason. Without any hesitation, they shipped the goods.

Even Zhang Chen and his many customers who have good business and open retail stores, such as those in Wuhu, Ma'anshan, Nanjing, and later developed places such as Fuzhou and Hefei, when they arrive in Hangzhou, they don't go to the stalls and go directly to the factory. Come on, they also know that they can get newer and more goods at the factory.

What's more, there are now three sample workers, and Zhang Chen pays great attention to matching. There are new styles almost every day. Many new sample clothes are produced, not one, but three or four.

Many of the sample clothes were not prepared for mass production when they were typed. They were meant to match the clothes in the showroom. Some were simply an idea in the minds of Zhang Chen and He Hongmei. They were typed out for fun.

Because these sample clothes are unique products, they are particularly popular with customers of these retail stores. Almost every store has several such customers. They dare to wear any kind of clothes, but they have to be different from others.

What's more, almost half of their stores now sell Zhang Chen's products. When they arrive in Hangzhou, Sanbao is of course their first choice.

On the day when the season changes, He Hongmei is very busy now. She walks around the market every day, looking for new goods to deliver. There is one stall in Chongqing that sells all Zhang Chen's products, but she also has four other stalls. Need to ship other goods.

After He Hongmei finished her work every day, she would go around Zhang Chen's stall. When Zhang Chen was there, she would send him back to Sanbao. There was now a special place for her in the showroom. When she got here, she would happily call road:

"Oh, I can finally put my head out of the water and get some air."

When she shouted like this, she smacked her lips, as if she were really a fish rising out of the water, which made the three little girls who were making clothes amused.

During the day, no matter where Zhang Chen was, he would look at the BB camera in his waist every ten minutes. He himself felt that he was getting nervous. He was afraid that something would happen in the hospital and his parents would detain him. And he didn't hear it.

Sometimes he seemed to hear the beeping sound, and when he looked down, the display screen was dark again.

Zhang Chen shook his head, as if to get this annoying auditory hallucination out of his mind.

He Hongmei looked at him and said seriously: "Master, I think you need to get a Big Brother."

"Why?"

"It's convenient to have so many people looking for you every day, especially when you are not in the factory or stall. If a customer wants to see you for something, or if Xiaoli, Zhao Zhigang or others have something urgent to ask you, they can call you directly and detain you. By the time you find the phone number and come back, the day lilies will be cold, and my parents have already been assigned a Big Brother, which is very convenient."

He Hongmei looked at him and continued: "Also, this big brother is also a symbol of strength. Whether you are talking about customers, or going out to find fabrics and accessories, or contact other businesses, take out your business card and it will have the big brother number on it. People will take you a little more seriously, and it will be easy to talk about it, really.”

Zhang Chen listened to these words. He remembered that when they went to Jiangyin and Zhangjiagang, people saw that they drove here by themselves, and they paid special attention to them. It seemed that it was easier to talk about things.

He Hongmei is right. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how much money you have in the bank, you can't stick a passbook on your face. Don't you have to use things like cars and mobile phones to reflect your strength?

Besides, having a mobile phone will indeed be a lot more convenient for them, especially since there is no telephone where they live. Whether it is a customer or Zhao Zhigang, if they need to find something, they can find him directly.

It's not like they don't have this ability.

When he went to the hospital in the evening, Zhang Chen discussed the matter with Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao also felt that what He Hongmei said was reasonable. She said, let her accompany you to buy it tomorrow.

Zhang Chen said yes.

The next day, He Hongmei accompanied Zhang Chen to the telecommunications building. What excited Zhang Chen was that in the glass counter, in addition to the black and white brick machine, there was also a Motorola Micro TAC, which was much smaller than the brick machine. Can be operated with one hand.

The flat body has a retractable antenna on the top, and a folding cover underneath. Open it up to reveal the buttons. This phone does not require a special phone bag and can be stuffed directly into the butt pocket of your pants. inside.

Zhang Chen and He Hongmei were both attracted by this mobile phone. The salesperson introduced to them that this is the latest model and has just arrived. In addition to making and receiving calls, this mobile phone also has one of the biggest advantages. It is that brick phones do not have Yes, it has a phone book function.

"Really, let's put it this way, you don't need to carry an address book with you in the future, and you don't need to carry a bunch of business cards. You can find out whose phone number you want to call from this phone?" He Hongmei shouted.

"Yes."

The salesperson nodded with a smile, took out the mobile phone from the glass counter, opened it, and demonstrated the phone book function to them. The two of them looked at it and found it strange.

"Quickly, tell us how much it is." He Hongmei said anxiously.

"Twenty-three thousand eight," the salesperson said, "but we need to place an order."

"What, you still need to place an order? How can a building as big as yours be called a telecommunications building if it doesn't even have such a small telephone?" He Hongmei shouted.

Zhang Chen and the salesperson were both amused by He Hongmei's statement. The salesperson said: "I can't help it, the goods allocated are too few and there are too many people asking for them, but..."

"Nothing, tell me quickly." He Hongmei said.

"If you are really in urgent need, I can give you the goods in stock for an expedited fee of 1,000 yuan."

Unable to allow Zhang Chen to speak, He Hongmei shouted: "Urgent, urgent, of course urgent, how long will it take to wait?"

"Okay, miss."

“Can I swipe my card?”

This is an independent mobile phone counter in the lobby of the telecommunications building. The salesperson called to the back of the hall, the main counter: "Manager Huang, this customer wants to buy mobile phone, can he swipe his card?"

"The POS machine is broken, and the bank hasn't come to repair it yet." The man called Manager Huang stuck his head out from behind the counter, looked over and shouted.

"Then you go with me, Master." He Hongmei said.

Zhang Chen asked curiously: "What do you want to do?"

"Go get some money."

"You want to buy it too?"

"Yeah, I didn't think of buying it at first, but seeing how beautiful it is, I couldn't help but buy it." He Hongmei said to the salesperson, "Two express units, please keep them for us, and we'll get the money and come back."

The salesperson said yes.

After buying the phone, the two of them got into the car. He Hongmei immediately called Zhang Chen. The two of them sat in the driver's seat and the passenger seat and chatted.

"Boss, you really look like a boss now." He Hongmei said to her elder brother.

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "You look more like a boss lady like this. You drive a car and hold a mobile phone. You are not just an ordinary boss lady. You look like a resplendent boss lady at first glance."

"Yes, yes, boss, I am your mother!" He Hongmei said, and the two of them laughed.

"Boss, where do you want to go next?"

"you guess."

"I guess you want to go to the hospital."

"Guessed it right."

"Okay, let's go to the hospital now. If anything happens, please contact me. Bye!"

He Hongmei said goodbye and waved to Zhang Chen, which made her eldest brother angry.

He Hongmei started the car, Zhang Chen sat in the passenger seat, still holding the mobile phone in his hand. He found the address book from it, and listed Liu Ligan, Meng Ping, Qian Fang, Brother Tan, Li Yong, Chen Qihang, Qu Tianlin's office, Wang The phone numbers of Hainiao store, my own factory, stalls, Hongqi Hotel, and the downstairs of Yongcheng’s house were all entered one by one.

After losing, I thought that He Hongmei's big brother number was still there, so I quickly lost it again.

After thinking about it, he thought of Xiao Li's office in Zhangjiagang and the phone number of Yongcheng Wu Troupe. Although this phone number had not been called for several years, he always felt that it should still have a place in his heart.

Zhang Chen closed the flip cover, took the mobile phone and thought for a while. There was no more phone calls to make. He then opened the flip cover and dialed Liu Ligan's number.

"Haha, Zhang Chen, Meng Ping and Li Yong are here with me. We just talked about you. We really connected with each other." As soon as the call came through, Liu Ligan shouted when he heard it was Zhang Chen.

As Liu Ligan raised the microphone, Meng Ping and Li Yong both came over and shouted, Zhang Chen, how are you?

Zhang Chen quickly said okay, I have been too busy during this period and have not contacted you. How are you?

"Of course we are fine. I didn't see the three landlords having a meeting. Every word we uttered was worth ten thousand taels of gold."

As Liu Ligan said, Meng Ping and Li Yong burst into laughter, and Zhang Chen also laughed.

Liu Ligan asked: "What about you, Zhang Chen, is the business in the store good?"

"Okay." Zhang Chen said, "Now we have a factory of our own, with more than 80 workers, and the factory is also very busy."

"Great! Now three landlords and a capitalist are talking on the phone." Liu Ligan shouted, "By the way, you and Xiao Zhao don't move in Hangzhou. When I go back for the New Year, I will take you back to Yongcheng." city."

When Liu Ligan said this, Zhang Chen also woke up. Time flies so fast. It's already November in a blink of an eye, and in more than two months, it will really be the Spring Festival.

"Zhang Chen, I'll go back with you. We'll get together in Hangzhou before I go back to Nanjing." Meng Ping called on the phone.

"Okay, Meng Ping, I'll wait for you in Hangzhou."

"Oh Zhang Chen, it's a pity that I still have to stay in Haicheng, otherwise I would have gone with Meng Ping." Li Yong shouted.

"It doesn't matter, doesn't he have a clothing factory there? Zhang Chen, you design a pair of floral shorts for Li Yong. This guy is getting fatter and fatter, and he can't even buy shorts."

"Okay, I'll design a pair of linen cotton shorts for him to keep him warm and to cover up prickly heat in Haicheng." Zhang Chen said.

On both ends of the phone, everyone laughed.

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