Chapter 5 White Thirty-Eight My Object is a little lacking in heart
After Teng Fei got out of the car, Jiang Ming couldn't help but ask: "I said old nephew, you just told him his name..."
"Hehe, Uncle Jiang, if you meet someone outside in the future, try not to use your real name if you can not tell each other your real name, and don't even tell others your home address casually, let's not lie to anyone but just in case. ”
Although it was a simple era, people should not be too simple.
We don't want to harm others, but it's easy not to leave a loophole for bad people to exploit.
Wan Feng left Teng Fei a pseudonym for other purposes, and as for whether he could use it, it would be two years later.
Two days later, Wan Feng and Jiang Ming got off at the Gaoxian Railway Station, then took a three-hour bus ride and returned to Hongya at 3 p.m.
I didn't stop at Hongya, and took a shuttle bus to Qingshan Town to Xiaogushan on a late return home, and then went to Xiao Jun's house to ride a motorcycle.
"Hold the grass, you still take advantage of this thing?" Jiang Ming exclaimed at Wan Feng's motorcycle.
"A scrapped broken car, I paid some money to fix it, and you're sitting in the body. ”
Don't expect to ride this thing across the river, it's the flood season, because the water level of the Na River is very high, and the chassis of the three-wheeled motorcycle itself is not high, so if you want to cross the river, you have to be in the dead river.
Wan Feng rode a motorcycle around the Warrior Commune and walked to the mainland and returned to Jiangwei.
As soon as you enter Xiaoshutun, Wanfeng feels that the air is exceptionally fresh, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the sun is shining.
Wan Feng rode back to his grandmother's house first, and his mother gave her a letter to her grandmother, and then left half of the fungus she brought back.
Then he rode a motorcycle to Luan Feng's house.
When the motorcycle stopped at the door of Luan Feng's house, the workshop stretched out a black head.
"Director, your villain is back!" shouted somebody.
Luan Feng, who was accompanying a customer who came to pick up the goods in the finished product warehouse, didn't even care about the customer when he heard it, rushed out like a wild horse, and flew like a fly to Wan Feng, who had just come out of the cab.
"Paralyzed, you're going to eat people!"
Wan Feng's back was rushed directly to the motorcycle cab by the momentum of the tiger girl, and the motorcycle was almost knocked over.
Jiang Ming also jumped out of the car.
"My object, a little lacking in heart, Uncle Jiang, you are smiling. ”
Luan Feng gave Wan Feng a white eye fiercely, you lack a heart!
"This is my Uncle Jiang, Harbin Zhiqing, when we were in Longjiang, we lived opposite the door, this time I came with me to get some goods. ”
"Hello Uncle Jiang, welcome. Luan Feng has been influenced by Wan Feng for more than a year, and he can talk a few words about the scene.
"Old nephew, this is your garment factory. ”
"It can only be regarded as a relatively large ready-to-wear shop, please come in!"
When the three of them entered the courtyard, they were surprised to find that the women in the window were neatly slashing their fingers on their faces from top to bottom.
This is a figurative gesture of embarrassment, and it is naturally aimed at Luan Feng.
"Retract your head and work!" Luan Feng roared.
Immediately there was no head in the window.
"You accompany Uncle Jiang to take a look, I still have customers. Luan Feng remembered that there were customers who were still in the finished product warehouse, so he hurriedly entered the finished product warehouse.
Wan Feng accompanied Jiang Ming into the workshop.
"There are a lot of people, where are you still a ready-to-wear shop, this is a small garment factory. ”
"There doesn't seem to be much difference between a small garment factory and a large garment shop. ”
Jiang Ming walked around the workshop and exclaimed: "I can't imagine that you kid still has this vision, you have a snot and a bare ass when you are young..."
"Uncle Jiang, stop, let's not mention it in a few hours, okay?" Wan Feng hurriedly interrupted Jiang Ming's words.
Giggling laughter rang out in the workshop.
"I didn't expect it, it's really a terrifying teenager!"
Jiang Ming sighed and stopped in front of Li Erman's machine making ski shirts.
"Hey, isn't this what you wear in winter? How do you still make winter padded jackets? ”
"This is a ski shirt, specially prepared for young people in winter, and it is too late to make it in winter, and the young people of Bohai City can recognize this thing. ”
"The winter in Bohai is only a few days, and the winter in our Habin is only long, and there is a big market for this thing in Habin. ”
Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and pinched it: "Oh, no, it's a little thin, just the temperature of our Longjiang winter, this thickness is not good." ”
"When the time comes, if the market is good, I can thicken it, and there will be another layer of cotton inside, let's go to the finished product warehouse to have a look." ”
The customer in the finished product warehouse has already picked out his clothes and is settling accounts with Luan Feng.
"It's two hundred and eleven pieces in total, so you can give two hundred and ten. Luan Feng calculated the account and reported the amount of money.
Then the customer also calculated, and then paid.
Luan Feng helped him carry out the bag containing the costume.
There are about two or three hundred pieces of clothing in the ready-to-wear warehouse, and the racks of clothes made of steel wire are hung on the crossbars.
"These pants come in a factory price of seven and have two pieces, these clothes are two pieces of five, and these clothes are three pieces. ”
The clothing here completely subverts the impression of clothing that Jiang Ming has formed in his head for many years, and there is no overlap with the inherent clothing image in his head.
"I didn't expect that the clothes could still do this! Simply, I don't have to choose, I will put a few pieces of each style and each suit. ”
Luan Feng, who had sent off the customer, also returned to the garment store.
"Was that customer new just now?" Wan Feng didn't remember that there was such a person who came to pick up the goods.
"Well, the first time he came five days ago, and the second time today, it's Dapuzi, and he's rushing to the Lonely Mountain and Black Reef Bazaar. ”
Wan Feng nodded: "You pick up a few pieces of all the styles and colors for Uncle Jiang, if it is not enough to notify the workshop to make it immediately, I will accompany Uncle Jiang to see the shoes." ”
"Go ahead, just leave it to me here. ”
"Uncle Jiang, please!"
Wan Feng and Jiang Ming came out of Luan Feng's house and came to the shoe factory.
"This is our team's rubber shoe factory, but I think you won't be able to hold your shoes this time, the shoes are relatively heavy, and those clothes are enough for you to drink a pot." ”
"It's okay if you can't take it, next time I'll come to get shoes. ”
Wan Feng and Jiang Ming entered the sales department of the shoe factory, where all the styles of rubber shoes produced by the shoe factory were displayed.
There was a glass counter in the room, and there were eleven pairs of galoshes of various styles in it.
"These are the various styles of rubber shoes that the shoe factory temporarily produces, six suit styles for men and five suit styles for women. ”
Seeing these shoes that he had never seen before, Jiang Ming let out a heavy sigh.
"It's a pity that I can't take back so many things alone, next time I bring my brother-in-law, we can always take the same one by ourselves. ”
Wan Feng shook his head: "The shoes are very heavy, and a good guy can probably carry a hundred pairs of shoes back, which is enough, sixty or seventy pounds." ”
"A hundred pairs is fine, the minimum pair doesn't earn a piece of five, and you can make a hundred yuan by removing the back and forth expenses. ”
"In your Harbin, if you sell it for three dollars, then your head will be flooded, and in a big city like Harbin, the price of selling a pair of pigskin shoes is simple. ”
Jiang Ming fell into deep thought.