The weather is so hot that people are too lazy to move. Except for going to the library, Yun Jue stays at home the rest of the time. Yun Jue doesn't think this is home, it can only be regarded as a temporary residence.
But Yun Jue still went out. Another month passed. Yun Jue chose a postcard of the scenery on Highway 1, went downstairs and put it in the mailbox at the door of the yard.
The rent here is very expensive, but the advantage is that the community is good and the public security is pretty good. It is impossible to wash dishes. Despite all the dissatisfaction with her parents, Yun Jue must admit that she does not have to work illegally in the restaurant like other classmates.
, accepting all kinds of exploitation from the boss and benefiting from the financial support of his parents.
Compared with her days in China, Yun Jue is living a very economical life now. She has learned to cook for herself, learned to buy daily necessities in the supermarket, and also took the time to learn a driver's license and plans to buy a second-hand car.
Yun Jue spends the rest of her time studying. Initially, she came out to see the world. Although this country is much more advanced than at home, Yun Jue has stopped thinking about traveling around to see the scenery. She wants to be better.
Study well, get good grades, and go back to China to find that bastard.
"Miss Yun, there is a party tonight. I still need a dance partner. Can we go together?" A Porsche parked on the side of the road. A young white man got out of the car and walked up to extend an invitation.
"Thank you, I have arrangements." Yun Jue refused politely. The white man kept smiling, but when he turned around, his expression immediately changed. When he returned to the car, his friend beside him whistled: "Wow, it seems I won."
"Damn Bitchi, you made me lose money, I'm willing to admit defeat." As he said this, the white man took out a Franklin, took a picture of it to his friends next to him, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car roared away.
"Hey Yun, there's a party tonight. The host is a local Chinese senior. Do you want to go and meet us?" Wang Qiu, who lives in the same room, is from Jinling, Jiangsu Province. She came a year earlier than Yun Jue and will become a senior next year.
He's nice and warm-hearted.
"No, I want to read a book to make sure I can pass the exam next year." Yun Jue declined with a smile. Wang Qiu shook his head regretfully: "You should work hard to integrate into this society instead of sitting at home reading books every day."
"Thank you, I know, let's wait until school starts. I'm really not in the mood right now." Yun Jue was quite polite to Wang Qiu, her roommate, and explained patiently.
Wang Qiu spread his hands: "Okay, I won't force you. I'll go out first. Don't go out at night unless it's important."
Yun Jue breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she seemed a bit out of place like this, but she didn't want to change.
She went to several parties at first. Americans are very keen on hosting parties, and the younger generation of Chinese Americans are deeply affected. As Fang Zhe said, when we call them Chinese, we are already stating the fact that they
He's American.
After two months, Yun Jue verified what Fang Zhe said: The United States is neither heaven nor hell. It is just a developed country.
Time passed very quickly, and Fang Zhe had to face a problem, that is, the loan time of the chief manager Fang Lihua was up.
It's really scary to have no air conditioning in the office. The electric fan is spinning as hard as it can, and the air blowing out is hot.
When Fang Zhe was applying cooling oil to his temples, Fang Lihua knocked on the door and came in.
"Mr. Fang, I'm here to hand over the job. The time I borrowed will expire the day after tomorrow."
"Tsk, it's true. Now I feel that my head hurts when Director Fang leaves like this." Fang Zhe rubbed her forehead, and Fang Lihua couldn't help but smile secretly when she saw this: "Why, Director Fang still plans to force me to stay?"
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Fang Zhe stood up and said, "Why don't you tell Factory Director Hu that you can borrow it for a while and I'll pay you double the salary?"
It would be a lie to say that he is not tempted. Fang Lihua has been in charge of internal affairs during this period and has basically figured out the situation of Fang Zhe's factory. Fang Zhe's plan is to walk on two legs and select a team with good technology to be responsible for producing some high-end products.
The clothes are sold in the shop on Jianghai Road. This is Fang Zhe's brand strategy.
The other leg is in the low-end market, producing four-piece sets and some cheap clothes. Now the workers in the low-end market have started production, while the high-end market is still waiting for decoration, and there are also some fabric issues.
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The negotiation with the Red Star Printing and Dyeing Factory went relatively smoothly. Fang Zhe designed some patterns and the Red Star Printing and Dyeing Factory could use them for free. Fang Zhe treated the wages as part of the debt owed by the printing and dyeing factory and slowly paid off the debt. The Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory was
The accounts are settled every quarter. In this way, Fang Zhe hardly spends money on raw materials for production every quarter, and only needs to pay some freight.
"This matter is not non-negotiable. Let's forget about double wages. I'll tell Factory Director Hu to leave someone here to keep in touch and ensure that the funds payable are received on time. Anyway, now the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory is no different than me." Fang
Lihua expressed her attitude, and Fang Zhe immediately said happily: "Okay, let's do it like this."
"Then I'll go down first." Fang Lihua was always very measured. Fang Zhe stopped her and said, "Call Wang Xiaoliu up."
Within five minutes, Wang Xiaoliu knocked on the door. After entering, he remained silent and stared at him with his hands in front of him.
After greeting Wang Xiaoliu, he stood still. Fang Zhe looked at him with hair all over his body and stammered, "Mr. Fang, did I get into trouble again?" Fang Zhe said nothing, but looked at him calmly. Wang Xiaoliu said nothing.
Liu scratched his head, wondering why he couldn't figure it out. When cold sweat broke out on his head, he stamped his feet: "Mr. Fang will tell you what he wants to say. If you want to kill or behead him, you will know the right words."
"Let me ask you, do you want to be a manager?" As soon as Fang Zhe opened his mouth, Wang Xiaoliu was confused. Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?
After waiting for a while, he found that Fang Zhe was smiling and didn't look like he was angry. Wang Xiaoliu gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fang, are you kidding me?"
"Do I have that free time? Do you want to answer the question?" Fang Zhe put away his smile and his face turned cold. Wang Xiaoliu felt relieved now, and the smiling Mr. Fang was really scared.
"Think, I've never dreamed. The monthly salary difference is doubled. Now I earn 150 yuan a month doing errands and running errands. If I become a manager, it will cost 300 yuan. I'd be stupid not to think about it." Wang Xiaoliu's eyes gleamed.
This is an opportunity.
Fang Zhe snorted: "Just think about it, don't say I won't give you a chance. The sales department currently has no management. If you want to do this management, you have to study hard with me and run the market for a period of time. You can go alone."
Run, after you win a certain number of orders and prove that you have the ability to work independently, I will make you a manager."
"Mr. Fang, you have to give this accurate number, right?" Wang Xiaoliu took it seriously, so he had the courage to ask.
"Go back and tell those bastards who are making trouble with you to stop sweeping the floor in the back office. Starting tomorrow, they will listen to you and receive ten days of sales training. After the training, they will go out to run the market. I count you lucky. I