"If there is a problem with transportation, it may be accidental or inevitable, and so many fabrics are suddenly bought, it is very likely that a competitor is responsible. ”

After listening to Ning Wan silently, an approving look appeared in Fu Ting's eyes.

Ning Yu couldn't help but laugh shamefully, "Hmph, what's the use of you saying this now?

"Listen to her. Fu Ting said coldly.

Ning Wan remembered that Fu's seemed to have its own fabric processing factory, but the fabric processing factory had been sluggish recently, so some of it was sold out.

"Personally, I think so, first, we send people all over the country to look for this fabric, no matter how much the other party buys, there will always be a missing manufacturer, second, we can use our own factory to produce this fabric ourselves, and third, just in case, I will select a fabric from the fabric sample for feasibility testing, and when it is launched, there will be two fabrics of the same clothing on the market. ”

"Even if the first two are feasible, the latter one is deceiving the consumer. Besides, what's the difference between you and what I just proposed?"

Ning Wan didn't pay attention to Ning Yu, but stared at Fu Ting tightly, "At the new product launch conference, I will personally tell everyone that there are two kinds of fabrics for this kind of clothes, and in the future, follow-up production will be carried out according to the selection needs of the masses." ”

The factory director praised again and again, "This method is good, this method is good." ”

"Mr. Fu, what do you think?" Ning Wan knew that the only person who made the final decision was Fu Ting.

Fu Ting bowed, "Yes." ”

Ning Yu's face was full of unhappiness, "Ting, Ning Wan hasn't been working for long, she is inexperienced and incompetent, how can you let her come to her nonsense? ”

"Miss Ning Yu, don't worry, if something goes wrong in this matter, I will be fully responsible, and I will not turn around and leave. ”

"Hmph, you're just a little intern, how can you bear the consequences?"

Fu Ting didn't care about the two of them, and ordered the factory director in front of him, "Continue to produce on your side." ”

When he came to the car, Fu Ting immediately sent someone to look for fabrics.

Ning Wan knew that Fu Ting had taken her suggestion, and immediately went to check the fabrics she had selected before.

As the time approached the second half of the night, Ning Wan rubbed her sore neck and wrists, and came to the pantry to pour coffee.

Fu Ting appeared in the pantry at some point, "Bring your things and go." ”

"What?" Ning Wan wondered where Fu Ting was going to take her, and she was even more curious about why Fu Ting hadn't gone back to rest.

"Why so much nonsense?

Among the high-rise buildings in the city center, a slender night market street is bustling with activity. Food stalls, barbecue stalls, grilled cold noodles, and all kinds of snacks are available.

The average night market must have been deserted at this point in time, right?

As if discovering Ning Wan's question, Fu Ting said: "This side is located near the office building, and most of the people around are company employees who work overtime until late at night, and there are also some individual customers who forage for food at night. ”

"Mr. Fu really knows this place. Smelling the aroma of barbecue, Ning Wan was already beating gongs and drums in her stomach, clamoring to eat.

"Are you praising me?" Fu Ting raised his eyebrows, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Fu Ting wears suits and leather shoes all day long, with a cold and hard facial expression, and is like a god-like existence. Ning Wan couldn't match it with the lively night market painting style now.

"Naturally, he is praising Mr. Fu, it turns out that Mr. Fu is not only able to enter and exit five-star hotels, but also comes to this kind of place where we poor people come. ”

Fu Ting walked towards the front stall with an expressionless face.

The stall has more than a dozen low tables and low stools, and there is only one table with no customers in front of it. In addition to this, a lot of people are lining up and seem ready to pack back.

The boss has a quirk of making sure to bake everything the guests order before it is served. If you have enough to eat, you must add barbecue after checkout.

Finally lined up with herself, Ning Wan raised her neck to look over.

"Coming?" the boss seemed to know Fu Ting, and handed over the shiny menu, "What are you going to eat today?"

Fu Ting didn't answer the menu, "It's still the same." After speaking, he handed the menu to Ning Wan.

Ning Wan ordered a few things she liked to eat, and then went to the stall where she grilled cold noodles and asked for a grilled cold noodles, and sat at the barbecue stall to eat.

Fu Ting is tall and sits on a low stool, always a little out of place.

The roasted cold noodles in the paper bowl were about to be wiped out, and Ning Wan asked Fu Ting, "Do you want some?"

"I haven't eaten it. "Every time I come to the night market here, Fu Ting only comes to this barbecue restaurant and orders the same thing every time.

Ning Wan smiled unceremoniously, "A dignified Fu president has never eaten baked cold noodles?"

"Shut up!" Fu Ting's face turned suspiciously red.

Ning Wan pushed the paper bowl over, "Do you want to taste it?" If you're sure you don't want to eat it, then I'll kill it all." ”

Fu Ting stared at the roasted cold noodles in the paper bowl, as if he was struggling with his heart.

"Forget it, I don't think you want to eat either. Ning Wan used a bamboo skewer to stick one of the few pieces and prepared to put it in her mouth.

The roasted cold noodles on the bamboo skewers were suddenly snatched away, and Ning Wan came back to her senses and saw Fu Ting eating with relish.

"You rob me of baking cold noodles. ”

"You made me eat it. Fu Ting's noodles did not change color, took away the paper bowl, and put the last bit of baked cold noodles into his stomach.

Ning Wan held her cheeks and looked at Fu Ting, "Mr. Fu, how does it taste?"

"Yes. ”

"Just okay?" Although Ning Wan hadn't eaten anything else in the night market street, she felt that the taste of this baked cold noodle was quite good, and she could be called the first sister of the night market street.

Fu Ting wiped his mouth, "Hmm." ”

"Well, whatever you want. Ning Wan sat on a low stool and waited, "Oh my God, why hasn't the barbecue been served yet?"

After another ten minutes, the barbecue was served.

"How's it taste?"

"Not bad. Ning Wan said, finding that Fu Ting at this moment was like a child who wanted to be praised by the teacher.

Fu Ting frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with Ning Wan's statement, "It's just good?"

Ning Wan was snickering, and her face did not change and said, "It's the same as your evaluation of baked cold noodles." ”

Fu Ting suddenly understood.

"How did you find this place?" Even though Fu Ting was eating black-edged lamb skewers now, Ning Wan still felt that Fu Ting, who was dressed in a suit, was out of place here.

It seems that people like him should not be here, but should be in high-end Western restaurants, elegantly eating beef flown in from Australia and drinking the most delicious wine.

"Shaolin. ”

Ning Wan suddenly understood and smiled, "I want to come too, otherwise how would you know about this kind of place." ”

"Are you laughing at me?" Fu Ting picked up a lamb skewer again, picked up a paper towel to wipe the top of the bamboo skewer, and handed it to Ning Wan.

Ning Wan didn't expect Fu Ting to be so considerate, so she slowly took it, "Thank you." ”

"I'm not very picky about what I eat. ”

"Hmm. "Ning Wan just listened casually, like someone raised by the Fu family, how could she not be picky about food?

"Tomorrow morning, I can allow you to rest for the morning. ”

was supposed to be off on Saturdays and Sundays, but now she only has one morning, and Ning Wan still has to show her happiness, "Thank you, Fu for caring for the staff." ”

"You don't seem happy with that. ”

"I'm not dissatisfied," Ning Wan saw that Fu Ting was in a good mood and whispered, "Actually, I can not even rest all morning." ”

Fu Ting raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Ning Wan's eyebrows were crooked, and she looked flattering, "If Mr. Fu arranges an assistant for me, I can not rest." ”