Chapter 86 I don't like to hear you talk like this
There were only a few people, and their wages were paid very quickly. Fang Zhe's appearance made everyone quiet down immediately.
Fang Lihua smiled and came forward to greet: "Hello, Mr. Fang, do you have any instructions?"
Fang Zhe glanced at the older sisters and aunts who were a little nervous, and said calmly: "Who just took the lead in calling the boss the most handsome?"
Everyone's expressions changed. It was because the boss was unhappy after hearing this, otherwise why would he have a straight face?
Li Jun closed his eyes and raised his hands: "Boss, I'm sorry, I was the one who shouted just now."
Fang Zhe stared at her quietly for several seconds before saying calmly: "What nonsense are you talking about? The bonus will be increased by fifty yuan next month."
After saying that, Fang Zhe turned around and left, leaving behind a lot of eldest sisters and aunts who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. When Fang Zhe walked downstairs, a burst of laughter burst out from upstairs.
Fang Zhe, who was in a good mood, drove out and came to an alley, which is a unique building complex in Songjiang.
I've been to this place twice, so I can't go wrong. The first house on the corridor has a cardboard sign hanging on the window, with "Clothing and Sewing" written diagonally on it.
Fang Zhe pushed them aside and went in. Behind a big table was an old master. When he saw someone coming in, he adjusted his reading glasses.
"It's Xiao Fang, do you want to make clothes?" The old tailor smiled with folds. He was deeply impressed by Fang Zhi and gave him a generous salary. He made two suits and only paid 100 yuan for the labor. The reason was that his craftsmanship was too good.
alright.
The fact that the old tailor is still in his sixties still persists in doing work speaks for itself.
"I'm not here to make clothes today, but I'm here to invite you to come out." Fang Zhe stepped forward to speak with a smile on his face.
The old tailor's expression froze, and then he shook his head: "Xiao Fang, don't talk nonsense, I am an old man, what am I going to do?"
Fang Zhe calmly moved a chair to sit across from him and asked with a smile: "Uncle Gu, I'm not talking nonsense. There are many clothes shops on the street now, but I don't like those clothes.
Not to mention you are old. Those clothes are all from the assembly line and have no soul."
When Old Tailor Gu was praised by Fang Zhe, he smiled and showed eight teeth, two of which were inlaid with gold: "Xiao Fang just knows how to talk."
Fang Zhe said: "Uncle Gu, it's really not a joke. I have set up a storefront and plan to make some customized clothes to sell. In the whole Songjiang City, there is no one with better craftsmanship than Uncle Gu. You have no skills like this.
Do you plan to take on an apprentice and pass on the legacy?"
When he heard the word "apprentice", the old tailor's face changed slightly, and he waved his hands as if to shoo away flies: "Go away, go away, don't listen to what you say." Of course Fang Zhe would not leave, he stood up and whispered: "You sir
His craftsmanship in making suits and cheongsams are all top-notch. Are you bringing these craftsmanships into the coffin to make clothes for the Lord of Hell?"
The old tailor was angry, picked up a ruler and said angrily: "Xiao Fang, please stop talking, or you will fall out."
Fang Zhe knew he couldn't say anything anymore, so he smiled and said, "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. I'll come back later."
As he said that, Fang Zhe went out. There was a small shop nearby. Fang Zhe went in to buy a pack of cigarettes. The aunt who was looking after the shop must be over fifty years old. Fang Zhe pretended to be casual and asked: "Uncle Gu is so good at his craftsmanship. How can he be so big?"
Even though I’m old, I don’t let my apprentices do it, I do everything myself, it’s really hard work.”
"Young man, you don't understand this. Lao Gu once took care of an apprentice. At that time, he had to go through the food barrier. He kindly took the apprentice and took care of food and housing. That apprentice had many children in his family, he was sweet-tongued and smart, and Lao Gu was very
I like it. Who knew that he reported that Lao Gu’s family had overseas connections, and Lao Gu was punished miserably. Later, Lao Gu stopped taking apprentices.”
Unexpectedly, such past events still happened, Fang Zhe sighed secretly in his heart, and said goodbye without going back. He drove to a typing and copying shop, and urged the shopkeeper to spend more than an hour to make a letter of appointment, the one with a red casing.
After planting, Fang Zhe took out the seal in the bag and sealed it with a bang.
When he returned to the tailor shop, he saw that Fang Zhe's old Gu was still unhappy. Fang Zhe took out the appointment letter and threw it on the table: "Take a look."
The old tailor opened the red book suspiciously, and there were two big characters in the middle: "Letter of Appointment."
"Yuanda Co., Ltd. has specially appointed Mr. Gu Fusheng as a technical consultant."
The old tailor was literate, and when he saw that the letter of appointment looked impressive, there was also the official seal of Yuanda Co., Ltd. underneath. The official seal of this year was very convincing, unlike many years later, the master Bibi would dare to carve a seal just by getting a piece of radish.
All.
"Is this for me?" The old tailor didn't believe it. Fang Zhe took out two more prepared contracts and threw them on the table: "Sign, seal, and fingerprint if you don't have a personal seal. See clearly,
Don't say I treated you badly." Fang Zhe's domineering look was actually more convincing.
How to deal with such an old man? Fang Zhe came to the conclusion after two lifetimes of experience, to save face.
How to coax him? Praise him for his skills, but how about face? Is this letter of appointment enough? If not, add this contract, with a monthly salary of 500, half-year bonus, year-end bonus, and various benefits, all written for him.
Tailor Gu read the contract very carefully. He no longer had the previous tendency to rely on his elders: "You won't try to trick me with a fake contract, will you?" Fang Zhe was convinced, pointing to the contract and said: "I am Yuanda Company.
Boss, I stamped the official seal with the word "Ow". It is illegal for me to coax you, and you will be arrested and put in jail. I am a serious businessman. Do you understand contract law? If you don't, please ask a lawyer to help you understand.
It’s up to you to decide whether to sign or not. It’s true, you treat your kindness like a donkey’s liver and lungs.”
"Then let me ask you, what is going on with this company? How old are you? If you open a company, will your family have a mountain of gold or a mountain of silver?" The old man was still stubborn. In fact, he was already very tempted. He was just looking for
Just a step.
Fang Zhe became angry when he heard this: "Uncle Gu, I don't like hearing you talk like this. What do you mean by being a prodigal? Am I that much like a prodigal? Let me tell you, this is how this company came about..."
Fang Zhe told the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory what Wu Longbin had picked up, but he would not say his true thoughts.
"I didn't expect you, a rich young man, to be so conscientious. I have seen too many rich people without conscience." The old tailor muttered.
Fang Zhe said angrily: "Old man, I advise you to be kind. Is my bad temper directly proportional to whether I have money or not and whether I have conscience?"
"Why am I not kind? Why don't you find someone else to be a technical consultant?" The old tailor blew his beard and glared. Fang Zhe pretended to hold back his anger. In the old man's nervous eyes, he took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath: "Forget it, I want to
It’s not because you have the best skills, so hurry up and sign. I’ve spent all my time with you this afternoon.”
The old tailor found his way, smiled and picked up the pen to sign, took out his private seal to stamp it, put away his share and the engagement letter, and then smiled and said: "Young man, don't be so angry. I advise you, don't be angry.
It hurts the liver a lot. By the way, when do you go to work?"
"I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, it's true." Fang Zhe put away the contract and rushed out with an angry face. He smiled as soon as he walked out and said to himself: "Old guy, no matter how cunning you are, you still can't escape me.
Wuzhishan."
This old tailor is not a simple man. The skills passed down from his ancestors were made by his father in the concession area. He has many unique skills, and Fang Zhe really doesn’t want to stop them. In the era of large-scale industry, many traditional things are gradually being replaced.
Abandoned. It's really a pity. Fang Zhe hopes that someone can inherit Tailor Gu's craftsmanship.