I am very busy during the day. At night, two people are lying on the bed. They feel like dreaming during the day, and are always pushed away by things. They can’t help but it is the real thing to calm down before going to bed at night.

Xiao Zhao liked it the most. He took out his passbook from his bag, looked at the numbers on it, and smiled foolishly. It took only more than half a month, and it had become more than one.2 million and more than one.2 million. If it were a month earlier, it would be astronomical numbers for them, and they would never dare to think about it.

At that time, I was still hesitating whether to buy a sewing machine or to open a factory by myself. I had to calculate tens of thousands of yuan, and it seemed that I didn’t dare to do anything and didn’t dare to buy anything. Unexpectedly, in just over half a month, the numbers on their passbooks skyrocketed to this point.

In the past, when Xiao Zhao went to the bank to deposit business money, she saw the business owners in the old market lined up in front of her, holding a thick tens of thousands in her hand to deposit it. They didn't put it in their bags, and they just like to hold it in their hands and show off.

When I lined up, I only took out a dozen or so thin sheets from my bag. Although the teller inside didn't respond much, Xiao Zhao always felt a little embarrassed.

Now, even if she takes dozens of thin pieces to the bank, she won’t feel embarrassed, because every time it’s her turn, she will tell the teller with confidence that she will log in to me first, and the teller put the passbook into the printer, the printer Zlazla, and the numbers printed out in rows are their big heads, and their packers are all transferred.

Xiao Zhao felt that the sound of the Zlazla's needle printer printing in the bank counter was so nice. This is why she insisted on using a passbook and didn't like using a card. There are no numbers on the card. It is impossible for you to count it one by one. One dollar or one million, not all the same card, what's the point?

Zhang Chen always laughed at her, "You are like a landlord, who likes to see the surplus grain at home the most."

Xiao Zhao smiled proudly, I am the landlord, what about it, do you want the local master?

Zhang Chen pretended to be surprised and said, "Aren't I an old labourer?"

OK OK OK, you have been promoted, I will promote your local owner.

Xiao Zhao said, and the two of them laughed a lot.

Before the factory's production expanded, their daily turnover was 40,000 to 50,000. In the past week after the expansion, they had at least 70,000 to 80,000 per day, and at most 120,000. The workers made the same batch of styles for a long time, and seemed to be more and more convenient and faster. Especially the beggar's clothing, which sold the best among all styles, and the workers also liked to make it the most. It was too simple.

Even the back roads like this style because they can take the cloth belts that the workers pull up and put back into the dormitory. When they have time, they can braid a few braids to make extra money. The factory work is piece-based. If you do more in each process, you will get a penny of money. Even the chefs and helpers who cook and wash vegetables in the canteen will come to braid braids to make money when they are free.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao didn't expect that the factory would be so smooth when it was opened.

"Dear, you said, are we now past the stage you mentioned?" Xiao Zhao asked Zhang Chen.

"have no idea."

Zhang Chen said that he really didn't know. Looking at the daily increase in the passbook, Zhang Chen felt that they had not yet passed the stage of original accumulation, and he himself felt that it was a bit pretentious.

You should know that more than one million yuan was a huge sum of money at that time, and he could buy a building. He Hongmei's house was more than fifty square meters, but only more than sixty thousand yuan, which was quite expensive. Jingfang's house, not far from Sijiqing, was only more than eight hundred yuan per square meter. Someone came to the market to sell it. There were more than five hundred yuan on the Qiantang River, and a house cost only 30,000 yuan.

But almost no one wants to buy a house. In some units, they all heard that the unit is about to change the house, but no one knows how to change it. It just needs to change it, that is, it is to pay more than tens of thousands of yuan. The houses of each unit are still being built and still being divided. People who don’t have houses are still waiting to share them. Who would buy a house?

Those who live in the housing management committee’s houses will not think of such things. One is that they have no money, and the other is that they live in the housing management committee’s houses. The rent is only a few dozen yuan a month, and it is leaked and broken. Someone will repair it. If the house is to be demolished, they will be distributed to you. Who will buy a house without any trouble?

Even Zhang Chen and others do business like this, they rarely have the intention to buy a house. Most of the people who do business are from other places and have rural household registrations. The household registration is not here. They know that they have been in Hangzhou for a short time. After making money, they always have to go back to their hometown and go back to the village. When they have money, their first idea is to build a big house in their hometown and rent a small room in Hangzhou.

No matter how frustrating you live, you can enjoy the happiness if you think that you have such a big house in your hometown and go home during the Spring Festival. This frustration will not be so frustrating, and the suffering will not be so frustrating.

So no matter how cheap those houses are, no one is tempted. The money can be taken away at any time. The house is here, and if you leave by yourself, it will die here.

A house is not a stall. If you want to sell the stall today, someone will want it. Who will want it? Someone wants it? There are so many advertisements for selling houses on the telephone poles? Do you still want it to go to the market to promote it?

If you spend money to buy a house, you will see your living money turning into a fool of your own money. Those who do business are not fools.

In any case, it is indeed a bit unreasonable for someone who is capable of buying a building and saying that he has not passed the original accumulation stage.

But it was already over, Zhang Chen always felt uneasy in his heart. He felt that the money would come quickly and go very quickly. They now have more than 80 workers, and their daily expenses and monthly wages were not small numbers. Now it was not the time when he and Xiao Zhao were two of them, who could spend more than ten yuan.

Nowadays, not to mention anything else, just buying rice and vegetables in the canteen will cost several hundred yuan a day. The rent in the factory does not count, but also requires water and electricity. If your business is a little bad, or if the money is kept in the goods as before, their money will be lost like flowing water.

So Zhang Chen was not as excited as Xiao Zhao, but instead felt a slight uneasiness in his heart.

What made him most uneasy was that they did a good job this autumn. In winter, Guo Wentao and Ma Niu were already calling to urge the winter clothes to be sampled. It was also because autumn was shorter, but when it came to the north, it was even shorter. Zhang Chen felt that they needed to start making winter clothes immediately.

While He Hongmei and other southern customers were still selling their autumn clothes, the north already needed to wear winter clothes.

What to do in winter clothes?

...

Lao Wan and Zhang Chen went to the market together and delivered the goods to the stall. Lao Wan immediately went back to the factory. When they arrived, the door of the stall was open. Salesman Xiaoli had already started a business. She would open the door on time every morning. Zhang Chen was ten or twenty minutes late now, so it didn't matter.

The goods that packaged customers were packed directly in the factory. After packing, Lao Wan took them away and sent them out according to the order of time, so Lao Wan had to rush back immediately.

What is now made in the stall is basically customers who come to the retail store to purchase goods. If there are packed customers, Zhang Chen will still take them directly to the factory.

He found that talking about business in a factory was much easier than talking in a stall, especially after people visited their factory.

When Zhang Chen is not at the stall, Xiao Zhao will detain him and ask him to take the customer to the factory. If Zhang Chen is at the factory, Xiao Zhao will let the customer call him. Zhang Chen sends Lao Wan to the archway of Sanbao Village to wait, or ask Xiao Li to take him there.

As soon as Xiaoli and the guests left, Xiao Zhao would detain He Hongmei. He Hongmei would come over immediately. The due date was coming soon. Xiao Zhao treated herself like a porcelain piece, and she was very careful and did not dare to make too much noise.

Before eight o'clock, He Hongmei came in with two bags of meat buns and told Zhang Chen and Xiaoli, "You're hungry, I know you didn't have breakfast."

She put the bun on the table, Xiaoli quickly took one and said with a smile, "I'm really hungry, so busy that I don't have time to go out to buy breakfast."

"Look, this cruel capitalist doesn't know how to bring some when he comes. It's better for me, Xiaoli, or you can just mess with me in the future."

"Okay." Xiaoli shouted.

He Hongmei thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I'm not afraid of this capitalist, I'm afraid of my sister, I'm poaching her, I'm worried that she will beat me up."

Zhang Chen was tidying up the clothes on the clothes hanger. When he heard the jokes between the two of them, he said, "It's okay, you'll take them away. What can you do with her? Be a maid for you? Xiaoli, are you willing to be a maid for someone?"

He Hongmei gave Zhang Chen a blank look and did not answer what Xiaoli could do. Instead, she said: "Look, Xiaoli, does the evil capitalist have no feelings at all? If you want to leave, he will not try to keep him. If you take him away, you will be sent away."

While eating buns, Xiaoli listened to them quarrel and chuckled, almost choking.

"Master, some people have imitated these models in the old market."

He Hongmei pointed to the row of wick strips on the wall and told Zhang Chen that since that time, He Hongmei said that she could only be an assistant, she called Zhang Chen, so she would not call her brother, but her master.

"What, what did you say?" Zhang Chen was shocked and asked.

"Are you scared?" He Hongmei looked at him and laughed.

Zhang Chen was indeed scared, which was his most worrying thing. Seeing He Hongmei smiling, he felt relieved again and thought she was teasing her, so he continued to tidy up the clothes on the clothes hanger.

"I didn't lie to you, someone really imitated it." He Hongmei said again.

Zhang Chen turned around and said, "Really?"

"Really, stall 3628." He Hongmei said, "But it's okay, it's better to draw a tiger into a cat."

"What's going on?"

"I'm here, you can tell if you go and check it out yourself."

Zhang Chen quickly walked out, walked outside, walked back, took a bag of buns from the table, raised them to He Hongmei, and said thank you.

Zhang Chen was eating the buns voraciously while walking. When he arrived at the door of the old market, he had finished eating the buns in his hand. He stuffed the empty plastic bag into the trash can at the door.

The first number of the old market stall number 1, 3, and 5 represents the three straight channels entering. The second number represents which straight channel enters. The corresponding horizontal channel, 3628, should be the sixth row of horizontal channels entering the second straight channel, and the 28th stall.

Zhang Chen saw this stall at the entrance of the passage. There seemed to be no customers in the stall, so he felt a little relieved. When he walked to the door of the stall, he looked at the clothes hanging inside, and almost laughed. No wonder the clothes in the stall were piled up so high, and the proprietress and the salesperson were both frowning.

Zhang Chen saw that because they could not find the same fabric, they were all imitated with beige corduroy. The corduroy fabric was too soft, and the five sets of clothes were also like Zhang Chen, but hanging there was like five hanged ghosts, one by one, drooping them down, which was completely different from Zhang Chen’s linen wick strips.

Zhang Chen smiled and walked into his stall, feeling indescribable pleasure. Go, you see, you like imitation, you are suffering now, right?

If there weren't too many people around, Zhang Chen would have laughed.
Chapter completed!