While waiting for the meal, he took a financial magazine from the bookshelf next to him and read it. Mu Hanxia thought to himself, this person is ruthless, but also very diligent.
She considered the language, sipped tea, and asked, "Mr. Lin, I want to ask, why do you want me to come to your company?"
Lin Mochen raised his head and saw her clear eyes.
He has been called "Mr. Lin" by countless people, but when this title comes out of her mouth, there is always a feeling that it is not very pleasant. He looked at her rare low-brow pleasing appearance, thinking that it was probably this woman, and he was not sincere when he called.
"Call me Jason," he said flatly.
"Oh... Jason."
Why let her come to his company? This morning, the company's human resources director came into his office and asked the same question.
"Jason, you have always been strict in controlling the standards of employment. You said, you don't want non-famous students. Because you don't have the leisure and energy to be a Bole, to find talents among people with low education and low levels. But now, you have brought a High school students are back. Is this gap too big?"
The director of human resources was one of the first few people who followed him to start a business, and he is also very important. How did he respond then
"Mu Hanxia's educational background is indeed not to be seen. But if this person follows me and uses it well, it may be the sharpest knife in the mall."
The director of human resources stopped talking, and nodded after a while: "Okay, I see. I'll take more care of her too."
…
Thinking about this, Lin Mochen looked at Mu Hanxia and smiled: "Boss, do you still need to explain the reason to you when you hire someone?"
Mu Hanxia didn't want to talk to this person anymore.
The dishes were served one by one, looking extremely tempting. Mu Hanxia forgot about this in an instant, and was not cautious. He tasted each one, and then asked: "What is this made of?" "What kind of mushroom is this?" "This dish is delicious, what is it made of?"
Lin Mochen had never eaten anything good, but he was actually interested today and explained everything to her. His appetite has never been very good, and he even ate two small bowls of rice while talking to her today.
After eating almost, the people around also dispersed a little, and it was a lot quieter. Lin Mochen drank his tea slowly, watching Mu Hanxia put down his chopsticks contentedly.
"Can I ask you another question?" she said.
"ask."
"Why did you choose to start in the clothing industry after you returned to China?"
Lin Mochen put down the teacup, and put his arm lightly on the back of the chair next to him. Staring at the moment, he took an empty glass from the side and placed it between the two.
Mu Hanxia didn't know why.
"Any industry will have its budding period, rapid development period, plateau period, and recession period. In the end, it will die, or change and regenerate. It goes round and round," he said.
Mu Hanxia stared at him and nodded. No one had ever discussed the high level of "industry" with her, so she subconsciously listened very carefully.
"In the past ten years, China's clothing industry has ushered in a period of rapid development." He picked up the kettle and filled the empty glass.
Mu Hanxia thought yes. In her mind, over the years, she saw clothing stores being opened everywhere in the streets. Many brands have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.
"The best times are often the worst times." He looked at her flatly, "In the past few years, almost anyone who entered this industry can make money. But the quality, service, and quality are uneven. It can even be said that most of them are inferior products - OEM production, backward management, backward service, and only relying on advertising and marketing to build a brand."
"It seems so," she replied.
He tapped his finger on the rim of the overflowing glass: "Now, development has stalled."
"Hmm." Indeed. Although there are still so many clothing stores, it is rare to see any brand that is still expanding and opening stores in a large area, which is already saturated.
He leaned back slowly and said with a smile: "China's business is developing rapidly, and customers' purchasing power and requirements are constantly improving, and they will no longer buy inferior products like before. At the same time, the clothing industry is also affected by electricity. The continuous impact of businessmen. So after the stagnation, there will be a recession. Do you believe it or not, in a few years, most of the clothing companies that are still thriving now will have a sharp decline in performance, a large area of stores will be closed, and then they will die?"
Mu Hanxia was shocked. Mass die? She couldn't believe his cruel prediction. But intuition told her that what he said was likely to come true.
"Didn't you study the supply and demand curve without a teacher?" Lin Mochen said, "Everyone is mortal, only the interests are eternal. If the existing clothing brands are eliminated, it will inevitably give up a lot of demand and Profit space. Who will get this new huge profit?"
Mu Hanxia looked at him without making a sound.
He reached out and picked up her chopsticks, took two orange-red carrot sticks, and threw them into the glass: "High-quality new entrants with distinct styles from them will quickly rob most of the benefits. For them, this may be the worst era. For outstanding startups, it is the best era. That's why I chose to enter China's apparel industry at this point in time."
Quiet around. Lin Mochen picked up the teacup again and drank slowly. Mu Hanxia looked at his slender fingers on the teacup, at the slightly open collar of his shirt and the short black hair around his ears, his heart was silently stirring because of his words. She actually felt a vague excitement, aroused by his words, the excitement from the bottom of her heart.
Lin Mochen glanced at her, as if he had insight into all her feelings and thoughts at the moment, he smiled.
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As the sun went down, Mu Hanxia walked towards the bus station on the rays of the sun. The office building where Feng Chen was located was like a silver giant, standing among the tall buildings behind her.
The phone rang, and she picked it up: "Hey, girl!"
He Jing's clattering voice came from the phone, as if it had the unique taste of Jiangcheng and the city: "Yo, it seems to be in a good mood. Where are you still?"
Mu Hanxia replied, "I'm in Beijing."
"What are you doing in Beijing?"
"Go to work, I'm in Lin Mochen's company."
He Jing took a few seconds before she said, "I really can't figure out what you guys are thinking. You shackle him, he shackles you. Then the two of you ran together. Pfft, forget it, anyway. I don't care about those business matters. But A-Xia, you don't seem to be a person who doesn't hold grudges. You can't be... from hatred to love, like him, right? Shake M, you... "
Mu Hanxia laughed and immediately retorted: "How is that possible! The job opportunity here is just good. And I don't care about the past."
"Oh... he asked you to go?"
Mu Hanxia's heart moved slightly and replied, "Yes."
He Jing said, "Is he interested in you? Seriously, last time he gave you a mobile phone, I thought he looked at you wrong."
Mu Hanxia was stunned for a moment and replied, "How is that possible? He won't like me."
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As soon as Lin Mochen returned to China last year, he bought a house in Beijing. Because he doesn't like living in someone else's house.
The house is very close to the International Trade Center, 5 minutes' walk away. The 30-story open three-bedroom can overlook most of the Beijing city. He is good at socializing, but he is not a person who has a passion for rewards and fun. If there is nothing to do after get off work, his life is very simple: have a meal in the western restaurant downstairs, go home to take a shower, read the news, or deal with unfinished work. Occasionally watch DVDs.
When he came home that day, he had no interest in work. Instead, he was sitting on the sofa, looking at the bright lights outside the window, and the image of Mu Hanxia appeared in his mind.
After Jiang Cheng parted, he rarely thought of her. Occasionally think of it, but also quickly forget it. Can feel, is a wonderful thing. When she reappeared in front of him, he always thought of her from time to time these two days. I remembered the way she stood in the office yesterday, looking at him firmly and weakly; I remembered her sweet smile to every colleague; I also remembered the way her eyes glowed when she ate at noon. And he stared at the opposite light just now, fascinated, and was actually reminiscing about her blushing today.
Lin Mochen thought about it, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly. He got up and turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.
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