"Mr. Song, I have already measured your size, what do you want?" the mute girl Baoxia blushed and asked Song Zhichao with sign language. Her big eyes glanced away, and she didn't dare to look at Song Zhichao's bright eyes.

This time Baoxia listened to the master's order to come here to help measure the size and make the suit, I didn't expect the other party to be so young, seeing that he was not yet twenty years old, he was the general manager of such a large dance hall, which was really surprising;

Song Zhichao retracted his outstretched arms just now a little lazily, and showed a smile to the little girl: "There are requirements, I have written down the specific content, you can take a look." ”

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he pointed to a piece of paper on the desk.

Bao Xia confirmed it in sign language, then walked over suspiciously, picked up the piece of paper and looked at it, only to see a few strokes on it with the style of a suit, and some text descriptions underneath.

Bao Xia, could it be said that this Mr. Song still knows how to design clothes? Out of curiosity, Bao Xia took a closer look.

At the beginning, Baoxia was still careless, after all, she has been in this industry for so long, and she knows how profound clothing design is, and ordinary people don't understand it at all, and at most they don't know how to pretend to understand, and make a lot of ridiculous requests.

For example, last time, a hotel owner asked the master to embroider a handkerchief on his suit, saying that those tycoon bosses on Hong Kong TV like to stick such a thing in their chests, which looks quite draggy. However, the hotel owner thought it was troublesome to fold, so he asked the master to embroider a triangle directly, which would save a lot of trouble.

After making this nondescript suggestion, the hotel owner thought he was brilliant, saying that if his design was successful, he would shock the world, and maybe he would win a Nobel Prize.

It is precisely because she has experienced so many ridiculous things that Baoxia is careless about Song Zhichao's clothing design.

But gradually, her face changed, and the more she looked at the drawing, the more shocked she became, without it, the main thing was that Song Zhichao's design draft was unexpectedly different, and he designed a suit style that was very different from the current clothing.

You know, most of the popular suits on the market are from Hong Kong side of the fork, double-breasted, small placket style, this kind of suit looks very wide, wearing a bloated feeling on people, of course, in the eyes of the current world is atmospheric and magnificent.

Song Zhichao's design of this suit is borrowed from the characteristics of the Korean Wave clothing in the previous life, that is, it is a casual suit tailored for men's body shape, with a contracted waist, tight shoulders, and a single breast. The biggest feature of this suit is that it makes people's body look extra "long" after wearing it, and it looks more chic and handsome when walking.

Although she has not yet graduated from the Laurel Suit Shop, Baoxia's ability to identify clothing designs is extremely strong, not to mention that there is a detailed description of Song Zhichao's fool under the artwork, even if Baoxia is stupid, she can see it clearly.

"Mr. Song, this is you...... Design?" Baoxia endured her surprise and dared to ask Song Zhichao in sign language.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Great! I've never seen such a wonderful design. Baoxia suppressed her surprise and praised her heartily in sign language.

Song Zhichao didn't think anything, snapped his fingers at Baoxia, and pointed at her: "Thank you for the compliment, but can you make this suit?"

"Absolutely. My master's craftsmanship is sharp. At the mention of her priest, Baoxia's face was full of pride.

Song Zhichao smiled, walked to the hanger, took off his red suit, shook it off and put it on, and said, "Then trouble your master--- it's best to do it tonight." Looking at the watch on his wrist, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, can you baa at eight o'clock?"

"So urgent?" Bao Xia was stunned for a moment, and counted with her fingers, it was only six hours.

"What, there is a difficulty?" Song Zhichao returned to his desk in his suit and glanced up at Baoxia.

Bao Xia shook her head hurriedly, and then made a sign language: "No! As long as you have the artwork, you can finish it quickly!"

"That's good, it's hard work!" After speaking, Song Zhichao took out a ballpoint pen from the pen holder, brushed it, wrote a few times on a bill, and then handed it to Baoxia and said, "Take this article, you go to the finance department to get the money." ”

"It's not done yet, how can it be ...... Get the money first?" Bao Xia was a little embarrassed.

"You need to buy materials to make suits, not to mention that I am in a hurry, so the money will be paid in advance--- don't worry too much!" Song Zhichao smiled at Baoxia and shook the bill in his hand.

Bao Xia stepped forward at this time, took the bill with a twisted expression, and looked at the number on it, it turned out to be one hundred and fifty yuan in full, and there was an extra ten yuan.

"Why is it ten dollars more?" Bao Xia asked in sign language, puzzled.

"Of course, it's the errand fee. ”

Baoxia hurriedly shook her head and replied in sign language: "I can't accept this." Every time I come to the door to help the guests measure the size, there is no charge!"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly: "Then do you know that every time I hand out the money, I never take it back?"

……

When Baoxia finally took the bill and left Song Zhichao's office gratefully, she almost collided with Wu Bingkun who pushed the door in.

Baoxia hurriedly apologized, and Wu Bingkun was also a little embarrassed, after all, he was so happy that he forgot to knock on the door just now.

Watching Miss Baoxia close the door and leave, Wu Bingkun couldn't help but ask Song Zhichao: "Is she doing baa, and her face is very raw?"

Song Zhichao pointed to the seat and asked him to sit down, "I'm here to measure and make a suit for me." He added, "With the company's money, one hundred and sixty dollars." Do you mind?"

Wu Bingkun smiled.

"I don't mind, Boss Zhang definitely doesn't mind--- if he knows, he must still think that you spend too little, you should buy a set of brand-name suits!"

If it was before, Wu Bingkun would never say such a thing, but now he is so happy.

Song Zhichao glanced at him with a smile, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, threw it to Wu Bingkun across the desk, and lit one himself, "Hearing you say this, it should be done." ”

Wu Bingkun originally wanted to be calm and calm, but when he was teased by Song Zhichao like this, he couldn't help it anymore and said, "According to your orders, it's just too smooth." Originally, the café was about 100,000 yuan, but I only spent 30,000 yuan to build it!"

Song Zhichao looked at Wu Bingkun, who was excited, spit out a smoke ring, and did not speak.

Wu Bingkun continued: "I have already sent someone to inform Boss Zhang of this matter, and if he knows, he will be very happy." Ah Chao, you have made such a great contribution less than a day ago, you should take care of it in the future!"

It can be said that at this moment, Wu Bingkun completely affirmed Song Zhichao's ability, whether it was the expulsion of Diao Jiahua, the rebellion against Wang Defa, or the 30,000 yuan coffee shop, in less than half a day, Song Zhichao made a series of achievements, which couldn't help but make Uncle Kun sigh, it was really a "hero out of a teenager".

Song Zhichao smiled and didn't say anything.

No one except Brother Mark knew that he wouldn't be here for long, only for a day or two at most.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Song Zhichao suddenly said, "Uncle Kun, you've been with Boss Zhang for a long time, right?"

Wu Bingkun smiled: "It's been a long time, almost three years. ”

"You want to be like this all the time?"

"What?" Wu Bingkun was stunned.

"Work for Boss Zhang. ”

Wu Bingkun smiled, "If you don't work, can you still do it?"

Song Zhichao didn't answer directly, squinting his eyes, "Now Boss Zhang must be very short of money--- he wants to buy such a big dance hall." ”

Wu Bingkun's heart couldn't help but move, "Ah Chao, oh no, Chaozai, you sue me, how sure are you of the transfer this time?"

"Half for half. Song Zhichao said calmly.

Wu Bingkun swallowed, "If I propose to buy shares, do you think Boss Zhang will agree?"

Song Zhichao showed a smile, "Then it depends on how short of money he is." ”

Wu Bingkun didn't understand.

Song Zhichao added, "If you have money, you will have a career; You are the same, and he is the same. ”

Wu Bingkun understood, gritted his teeth and said: "Super boy, I have almost 60,000 yuan in my hand now, and I can still make up 40,000 yuan after selling the house----;

In the face of huge profits, many people will lose their rationality and become like gamblers. According to the current profitability of the Caesar Cabaret, the daily income is gold, and the investment of 100,000 yuan can be repaid in a year at most, and those can be earned in the future; it can be said that 100,000 yuan at this time is a huge amount of money, and investing 100,000 yuan is definitely a big gamble.

Originally, Song Zhichao was optimistic about Chen Jianjun, so he reminded him before that he gave him this opportunity, which could be regarded as repaying him for a favor, but now it seems that Chen Jianhui still lacks the courage to do great things.

In this era, as long as you don't have the courage, you will be eliminated by opportunities, and opportunities will not wait for your footsteps, but will only push the times forward!

After a pause, Wu Bingkun seemed to feel a little unhappy, gritted his teeth, and continued: "As the saying goes, the dog is thin and the owner is ashamed. I've been with Mark for so many years, and I have worked hard without credit. He promised me before, if one day he is prosperous, he eats meat, I drink soup, and now I think that he should also fulfill this promise. ”

Song Zhichao didn't speak, put his feet on the desk, took a puff of cigarette and slowly spit out: "Beautiful!"