After hanging up the phone, Wu Mingzhu was still confused. Where was I? What had I done just now? What should I do next?
"Oh, the fax machine is on! He wants to send me a fax." Wu Mingzhu realized. The phone call just now was made to ask for punishment. How did it end up like this? He taught him a lesson about how to keep yourself safe in the United States and not touch it.
Contraband, any store decoration, must have its own style and so on.
Yun Jue was also curious as to why Wu Mingzhu seemed to have lost her soul as soon as she got off the phone.
What the fax machine sent was a drawing, a so-called decoration rendering. The picture was in black and white, but it was clearly marked with where and what color, design ideas, etc. Looking at the four design drawings that were sent, Wu Mingzhu had a look on her face.
Failure: "Are we studying in the same university? Why does he even know about decoration design?"
Fang Zhe said, do I need to understand? I can just copy it, okay? Speak out your ideas and let people draw drawings. This is what Fang Zhe has been doing a long time ago, and all it takes is a little wages.
"Let's find someone to make a rendering first. Have you taken care of the store?"
"My aunt has a good reputation. The previous tenant was ruined and the store is empty. It can be used after renovation."
Bai Li hadn't seen Fang Zhe stay up all night for a long time, so she didn't feel reassured and rode Little Mulan over there. The office was very quiet, and when she opened the door, there was no one there, and the lights were on.
Bai Li came downstairs, stood by the window of the workshop and looked in. Fang Zhe was talking to Lao Gu. Mr. Fang was really working overtime.
It can be seen that Fang Zhe attaches great importance to this matter. There is no way not to pay attention to it. This is exporting to earn foreign exchange. Being able to export to earn foreign exchange in these years can make the government take a high look. The overall situation of the country's shortage of foreign exchange has not changed. A private small enterprise can earn foreign exchange.
, this is a serious matter. For foreign exchange, national policy provides subsidies.
As long as a company's products can earn foreign exchange, it doesn't matter whether you lose money or make money. Do you understand? This is why Wu Mingzhu said that Qiu Xiaoyou was fooled. If Fang Zhe was given such a large profit margin, he might earn more.
She didn't see it. It's a double standard, right?
Of course, Wu Mingzhu hasn't started making money yet, and she doesn't have a clear vision of the future, so she can only save as much as possible.
Fang Zhecai didn't care about that much, and didn't even tell Wu Longbin that Lao Wu was now returning to Cotton Spinning Factory No. 6 and was responsible for the training and production of more than a thousand workers. Although he was extremely busy, he was full of energy when he got up every day. Behind every worker
It is a family, and having an extra income is of great significance to every family.
Since Wu Mingzhu didn't tell Lao Wu, Fang Zhe wouldn't be troublesome.
"It's getting late. You go lie down for a while and stare." Fang Zhe saw that Lao Gu was very tired and hurriedly chased him away. Gu Fusheng was also polite: "I can't do it anymore. I'll go to sleep for a while and then get up."
Replace you."
Fang Zhe waved his hand, holding a teacup in his hand, and wandered around. There were all female workers in the workshop, but now no one was talking nonsense to Mr. Fang about making money. This batch of goods has a different meaning. Each item is commissioned 10 cents, which is usually the case.
It's five points.
After walking around for a while, Fang Zhe was also sleepy. When he walked out, he saw Fang Lihua. She was not idle either. Wu Longbin went to take charge of the new factory area. Fang Lihua had to take care of things here first. There was a serious shortage of management talents. For the time being,
You can only train yourself. You can't recruit people. In such a small business, talents are not willing to come.
"Mr. Fang, I've looked at the fabric, and Qin Dahe has also confirmed it. He guarantees that the quality is fine."
"Well, that's fine." As he spoke, Fang Zhe suddenly turned to look at the window. A figure flashed, and Fang Zhe smiled: "You stare for a while, I'll go out and take a look. By the way, don't work too hard, pay attention.
Let the workers take a break, with a mandatory ten-minute break every two hours. Don’t just make money, which is a waste of quality and health.”
The more you work, the more you get, and many workers are really working desperately. As a boss, he should be happy to see the results, but Fang Zhe is worried that something will happen, so he imposes a mandatory rule of two hours of continuous work and mandatory rest.
ten minutes.
Seeing Bai Li's smiling face, Fang Zhe stepped forward and held her hand: "Let's have a supper with me."
The office door closed, and Teacher Bai's breathy voice echoed: "Are you having a midnight snack?"
I was actually driving! But you have no proof.
When Fang Zhe came down to replace Fang Lihua, Director Fang sniffed: "What does it smell like?"
"I just had a midnight snack!" Fang Zhe said nonsense, and Fang Lihua laughed and joked: "Eating alone, right?"
"Sister Bai delivered it to your door, why don't you ask someone else to deliver it to you?"
"Forget it, I have someone prepare it in the cafeteria." Fang Lihua looked at the time and picked up the loudspeaker to shout to everyone: "Attention, everyone, you are done with the work at hand, take a rest and have some midnight snacks by the way.
"
"Supper, I'll have some too." Fang Zhe said shamelessly, and Fang Lihua smiled as if she knew everything: "Let's go, I'll let the master do it alone."
"Oh, I need to strengthen my training." Fang Zhe said something without any reason, and Fang Lihua burst into laughter. This boss is indeed very interesting. What a pity, alas...
When Qiu Xiaoyou arrived at noon, Fang Zhe was sleeping on the sofa in the office. Fang Lihua opened the door. In the middle of the night, Fang Lihua was kicked out by Fang Zhe, and she went back to the office to sleep until her shift changed in the morning. Now Fang Zhe
She slept on the quilt she made, which made Fang Lihua feel a little weird.
"Mr. Fang personally stayed up all night to supervise, aren't you up yet? Let's go see the goods first." Fang Lihua whispered, Qiu Xiaoyou felt much better, a sense of revenge. It was true that he had been forced to hurry up and deliver the goods.
correct.
The warehouse strives to do the final packaging. The clothes are simply bundled together, a stack of packaging paper bags are put together, and then packed into boxes. Qiu Xiaoyou looked at it without commenting. Anyway, the clothes have to be ironed again when they are shipped to the United States.
It can be put on the shelf only after it is ironed.
Gu Fusheng, who was wearing reading glasses, put down his hand and said: "Director Fang, I have made the cheongsam Mr. Fang asked for. Is he up yet?"
Qiu Xiaoyou immediately pricked up his ears after hearing this: "What's the cheongsam? Can I see it?"
Gu Fusheng looked at her warily, as if he didn't want to show it to her.
"Handmade cheongsam, a gift prepared by Mr. Fang for Yun Jue and Wu Mingzhu." Fang Lihua explained, Qiu Xiaoyou asked strangely: "I know Miss Wu Mingzhu, who is Yun Jue?"
"We are also classmates, studying in the United States." Fang Lihua explained patiently, and Gu Fusheng put away his wary eyes: "Director Fang, there is also a cheongsam for you. When I made it, Mr. Fang said that since I did it, I will
Make two more."
"Understood, there is one more thing for Teacher Bai, right?" Fang Lihua asked with a smile, and Gu Fusheng nodded: "Well, it took eight apprentices from last night until now to finish it."
"Then I'm going to try it on. Mr. Gu's craftsmanship is very exciting."
When Fang Lihua came out wearing a cheongsam, Qiu Xiaoyou's eyes widened. There were old photos at home, in which the old man was wearing a cheongsam. The images of his youth were deeply memorable. What can I say about cheongsam? It has to be Chinese.
Only those who can wear it can bring out the taste, especially petty bourgeoisie women, who can infinitely magnify the charm of cheongsam.
I want, I want, I want. Such a thought was floating in Qiu Xiaoyou's mind.
Fang Lihua’s temperament makes wearing a cheongsam almost boring. Even so, when Fang Lihua puts on a cheongsam, she immediately looks like a different person. As long as she smiles, she can always remain elegant. It would be nice if there was just a touch of sadness in her eyes.
Already.
The cheongsam is really good for your figure. If a woman with a bad figure wears a cheongsam, it will be a disaster.
"Do you like it?" A voice was like a devil whispering in his ear. Qiu Xiaoyou turned his head and looked at it, and immediately the little chicken pecked at the rice: "I like it, I like it." Fang Zhe snorted: "I will do it for you, you are here
What are you waiting for? Or do you want to ship it later and ship it together?”
"Let's ship it. The time is very tight, and they are rushing over there." Qiu Xiaoyou was filled with regret. Half an hour later, Qiu Xiaoyou received a call and immediately said that he could wait a few more days, but the cheongsam must be
Once it’s done and shipped, there’s no need to rush.
Fang Zhe said it was understandable. The design drawing was given for free? He was in such a hurry just to show it to Qiu Xiaoyou.
Of course, when Qiu Xiaoyou said that the goods could be shipped a few days later, he was not in a high mood. He even looked at Fang Zhe with a bit of resentment and said, "Mr. Fang, I just learned that mainland China has preferential policies for exporting to earn foreign exchange."
Fang Zhe smiled confidently after hearing this: "You feel that you are at a disadvantage now. When the contract expires next year, you will definitely not think so."
Of course Qiu Xiaoyou would not believe him, and kept mumbling: "I am from Ivy League..."
The strong sense of frustration does not only exist on Qiu Xiaoyou's side. When Wu Mingzhu was looking for someone to decorate, a Chinese designer introduced by her aunt also praised Fang Zhe's design: "It's a very thoughtful design.
It can be said to be a high-quality product. If it were me, I might not be able to design such a good plan. I would like to know who designed this for you."
Wu Mingzhu told the truth, and the designer was stunned for a while: "A friend from China designed it? This fashionable design was actually made by a designer from China? What school did he graduate from?"
Wu Mingzhu said that since she was a classmate studying Chinese, the designer was not very good at all.
"Although the design drawings are based on the actual situation of the store, it is not difficult to inherit the style. Alas, this business really depends on talent." Wu Mingzhu didn't hear the designer's complaint, and just rushed the work.
She still has to go to school and her time is very tight. The designer said that there is no big problem and it can be completed in one month, provided that all Chinese workers are used.
Of course, no one would come to find fault with Wu Mingzhu's small business. It's not that sensitive these days.
After agreeing to deliver the goods in one month, Wu Mingzhu paid 30% of the decoration fee and began to wait.
A week later, Qiu Xiaoyou had to leave. In fact, she was a little regretful. In the past few days, Fang Zhe had been hinting at various things, but this guy didn't seem to notice. It was a pity that a passion was missed like this.
Just when Fang Zhe thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, something new happened again.