After taking a shower, Zhang Chen fell on the bed and felt like he was about to fall apart. He looked at his naked upper body, red and swollen, as if he was still blistering. Wherever his hands touched it, it hurts wherever he felt it. This was because he was sunburned.

Zhang Chen was drowsy in the bed and lay until half past five. He got up. His feet felt ache and he almost couldn't stand. He got off the stairs, got on the car, gritted his teeth and pedaled forward, and rode on Hanghai Road, and his whole body slowly stretched out.

It was over, and Zhang Chen lamented in his heart. He remembered Zhao Zhigang. This white and tender guy, so far away, basically followed the car back and forth, and it was not much better than himself. The two people in front carried the fabric into the store and stood up bundles on the edge of the cutting table. He saw that Zhao Zhi seemed to be almost unable to do anything and almost collapsed on the ground.

I'm afraid this guy can't even get scissors now, so why do you work overtime at night? It seems that you can't get the goods out today. If I had known this, I wouldn't have let this guy go.

However, this guy went there and paid 20 cents for one meter to himself, and the cost was reduced again. At that time, he could not speak up and asked the boss to be cheaper.

Zhang Chen walked into the stall and Xiao Zhao was shocked when he saw him. He hadn't seen him for an afternoon. Why did Zhang Chen look like he had become a different person? Xiao Zhao shouted, Dear, why did you become a black man?

Zhang Chen smiled: "Is it the true nature of a long-term worker now?"

Xiao Zhao felt distressed and understood that it was sunburned. She complained: "Why don't you know how to wear a hat?"

Zhang Chen thought to himself, he is wearing a hat, you don’t know that I wish I could even take off my shorts.

But Zhang Chen just told Xiao Zhao that I am not used to it, I am not used to wearing a hat.

Zhang Chen saw that the front wall was empty and asked, "Where are the clothes here?"

Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "It's already sold. How about it? The landlord still knows how to do business, right?"

Xiao Zhao took out the accounting book and opened it to Zhang Chen to show it. Zhang Chen saw that Xiao Zhao had sold three more shirts, four T-shirts, three pairs of jeans, and helped Ayong sell a denim vest.

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Awesome."

“Look here and see here.”

Xiao Zhao pointed to the last row of numbers and said to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen saw that it was their turnover today: 2,475 yuan.

Qian Fang and the others did not count that time, this was their highest turnover. Xiao Zhao looked at the stall opposite and approached Zhang Chen and said, "I created this record."

Zhang Chen nodded repeatedly. It was you who created it, I sold it, and it was also sold under your leadership.

Xiao Zhao smiled proudly and said, of course, you are mine, and the business you do is of course mine.

"I found a problem," Xiao Zhao said.

“What’s the problem.”

"It seems that even jeans are easy to sell now."

"Of course, many people don't really know how to match the clothes they buy. When she sees the model wearing it like this, she thinks it looks good, so she needs the same thing. Do you believe it or not? What I sell today for Ayong's vests. If I put the jacket on the model tomorrow, the people I buy will definitely be the jackets."

"Well, I believe it." Xiao Zhao nodded, "Ayong also told me today that this vest was placed in his own stall, and there was not even a person to see it. Why did so many people want it when we got here?"

"Yes, otherwise why do you want to decorate those hotels and shopping malls? The higher the decoration, the higher the goods, the higher the goods there are. Although they are all the same stalls, if you look attractive, others will come in. When they come in, they actually have subconsciously trust your store."

Xiao Zhao looked at him and smiled, "That's right, I didn't expect this old worker to know so much."

"That's right, otherwise how could you, the landlord, be abducted by an old worker?"

The two of them returned to Sanbao, and they didn't even go back to their homes, so they went to Zhao Zhigang and their tailor shop first. When they got there, Zhang Chen was surprised. He saw Zhao Zhigang cutting clothes and Cai Di had already started to make them. Unexpectedly, this white and tender guy was even better than him. He approached Zhao Zhigang and took a look. His face was still white and tender, and he was not tanned at all.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Zhigang asked when he saw Zhang Chen staring at him.

"Why can't you tan? Look at me, I've become an African."

Zhao Zhigang smiled and said that I have been like this since I was a child and I can't even tan no matter how I sanitize it.

Xiao Zhaohe Caidi said that the shirts she brought today were sold out, how many can you make here at night?

Cai Di shook her head, she patted the sewing machine and said to Xiao Zhao: "I haven't tried this machine before. I used to be the fastest in the factory. I can make more than 30 shirts like this one a day."

"More than thirty pieces?" Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen were surprised, "Are you alone?"

"If you don't believe it? If you don't believe it, please ask him." Cai Di said.

"Yes, when I was rushing for goods, she made 41 pieces at the fastest time," said Zhao Zhigang.

Xiao Zhao stretched his head and looked back and asked Caidi, "You haven't eaten yet, right?" We haven't eaten either.

Cai Di shook her head and Xiao Zhao said, "Then you guys continue working, we go shopping, I'll cook, I'm OK with this."

"Young sister, what do you want to eat?" Xiao Zhao asked Caidi.

“Refilled meat.”

...

The next day, Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao got up at five o'clock. They went to the door of Zhao Zhigang and their tailoring shop. They saw Zhao Zhigang ironing clothes and Cai Di was nailing buttons. The two of them hurried in, took the needle and thread to help nail the buttons.

Xiao Zhao asked Caidi, how many pieces did she make?

Cai Di's face was full of unhappiness, and sighed, and told them that only twenty-eight pieces were driven out. Zhang Chen felt secretly funny. He thought Cai Di must have done a very depressed job this night, and she was angry with this sewing machine that could not run fast all night.

Ironed and packed my clothes and tied them into a bundle. Zhang Chen asked Xiao Zhao to go back and continue sleeping. Xiao Zhao refused and must go with him. Zhang Chen had no choice but to put the clothes in the bicycle basket in front and let Xiao Zhao sit behind.

When they arrived at the store, Xiao Zhao quickly took the shirt to iron it. Zhang Chen took a denim jacket and replaced the vest on the model at the door. He wanted to verify whether his judgment was correct.

Xiao Zhao came back with the ironed clothes, and Zhang Chen started to make samples again. When the third item was released, two men and women walked in. The two looked very intimate and kept talking, but they should not be lovers, because they were holding a hand-pulled cart alone, and they probably regarded this deserted market as a street.

The woman asked Xiao Zhao, can I try this dress?

Xiao Zhao quickly agreed, Zhang Chen got off the stool, pulled the piece of bra in the corner, the woman went in, changed her shirt, the man looked at her, nodded slightly, the woman walked to the mirror to look at her, and asked Zhang Chen, how much does this goods cost?

“Thirty-eight.”

"Can you be cheaper?"

Zhang Chen shook his head and said, "It's not cheaper, we can't produce it."

Xiao Zhao almost laughed as she listened beside her. What does it mean to not be able to produce? It was like supply is in short supply, but just two people were working in a tailor shop.

"Where is this?" the man asked.

"He designed our own goods." Xiao Zhao pointed at Zhang Chen and said.

The man and the woman, after hearing this, couldn't help but look at Zhang Chen. The two of them gathered together. Zhang Chen heard the woman's soft voice say: "This workmanship is a good work."

The man looked at the clothes hanger and the goods on the ground and asked, "How many of you guys are there?"

Zhang Chen pretended to be silent in his heart. After a while, he told them that there were probably less than thirty pieces.

“Is the sizes intact?”

"The ones that have returned are all taken away according to one, two, and the rest are the same."

Zhang Chen said, and Xiao Zhao almost laughed again. Hearing this tone, it seemed that they had already criticized a lot in the morning.

The man said, give it to us.

He turned around and asked the woman: "How much do you want?"

The woman said halfway. Sure enough, they belong to two families.

Zhang Chen climbed onto the stool and took off the three shirts that had just been released from the mesh rack.

The two took away all twenty-eight shirts, and one of them asked for six pairs of jeans, six T-shirts, and six denim jackets. When Xiao Zhao walked over and asked Ayong to take the clothes, Ayong's face turned pale.

When checking out, Zhang Chen asked casually, where are you from?

"Nanjing." said the man.

Ayong stood in the corridor and waited for the two of them to pull the car out of Zhang Chen and the others' stalls. Ayong shouted, "Boss, let's take a look here."

The two glanced at his stall and walked away.

When they walked away, Ayong came over and cursed, "I'm so angry that I don't want to see it, so I'll be a porter."

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao laughed.

Ayong looked at them and laughed, and he said, "I'm happy to be a porter."

Xiao Zhao gave him the money for Ayong's jacket. Ayong smiled and said, "These two are still big players. I never thought that they would never have imagined that there are no one in this market, and there are so many wholesalers."

Zhang Chen also felt that as long as the goods are right, there will be business wherever there is. If every stall in this market is done seriously, this market can be built.

The two sat down, Xiao Zhao put his hand on Zhang Chen's thigh and kept shaking: "Hmm, huhhh, what should I do? Dear, there is no goods sold today."

Zhang Chen also felt a headache. It seems that these shirts have been verified. Whether they are wholesale customers or retail customers, they like them very much. The headache now is that Zhao Zhigang and Cai Di cannot do it.

Xiao Zhao stared at Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen was uncomfortable being stared at by her and cursed softly, "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Zhao laughed and said in Zhang Chen's tone: "We can't produce it anymore."

Zhang Chen also laughed, Xiao Zhao said, "You are a good old man, but I didn't expect you to be an actor."

"That's right, I also went on stage back then." Zhang Chen said proudly.

"Oh." Xiao Zhao shouted.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xiao Zhao smiled badly, and she said, someone was going to be unlucky.

This person must be himself. Zhang Chen wondered, "Why am I in trouble?"

Xiao Zhao continued to smile and said, "Where is that beautiful woman's trumpet?"

Zhang Chen was stunned and then remembered this. Yes, he promised someone else's trumpet, and he would come to get it at noon. Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Zhao and asked, "I really forgot. Did you think of it before?"

"Yes, who told her to listen to my husband so much?" Xiao Zhao said with his head shook.

"What are you talking nonsense? Who listens to me?"

"You said, is this dress the girl who told her that she looks good in medium-length hair? She really listened to you very much. She went to cut her medium-length hair. Do you like it more?"

Xiao Zhao said, his tone was both true and false, and Zhang Chen couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only shake his head.

The clothes were indeed from that girl.
Chapter completed!