The earliest flight, the plane broke through the wind and clouds, and landed in Rongcheng.
Zhuang Fanxin closes his computer. In January, he will not only monitor the production of spring and summer clothes, but also establish a sample plan for autumn and winter clothes.
The sliding speed slowed down, and he finally had time to take a look at the scenery outside the window.
After ten years away from his hometown, he didn't shed tears or sigh with emotion. Zhuang Fanxin only felt that his eyes were slightly dry after staring at the computer for a long time.
He dropped two drops, and after opening the cabin, he went out with the waves and quickly left the airport. Everything was pre-booked, the car, driver, arrived at the hotel smoothly.
Zhuang Fanxin didn't even sit on the hotel bed, she put her luggage away and hurried to the factories in the surrounding towns. The driver chatted habitually: "Sir, are you here to play, or on a business trip?"
"On a business trip." Zhuang Fanxin lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, answering with little interest.
The driver was very happy: "You can play by the way. The scenery of Rongcheng is good. Let's stroll around the Three Lanes and Seven Alleys, and then try the snacks here."
Zhuang Fan responded in a perfunctory manner, which street has a good noodle shop, so he went to the noodle after he was busy. The driver thought for a while, and knocked on the steering wheel to tell him that where there is a powder shop, that area has long been built as an office building, which is very prosperous.
"Really." He smiled, put on his mobile phone, and turned his face to stare at the other river.
Ten years is not enough to change the sea into a mulberry field, but walking forward can also walk out of a new world. Zhuang Fan's heart was watching the flowers, the old streets were pressed with new asphalt, and the tall buildings rose up, making the banyan trees by the road a little dwarfed.
The belated sigh clung to his chest, neither sour nor distended, but warm.
The driver recalled: "Listen to what you said, have you been to Rongcheng before?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "I've been here before, I grew up here." He raised his eyebrows in the rearview mirror without smiling, so he had a cold naughty look, "It's just that I haven't come back for many years."
The driver said enthusiastically: "Then stay here for a few more days, find me wherever you go, and pack my car!"
Zhuang Fan responded with a shallow heart, and his attention was drawn to the flashing road signs, Broad Street, and a long line of small shops. Octopus balls, Meimei stationery, fried chicken and burgers... He has visited all of them, and he used to cycle past here every day.
In front, is Skyrim Middle School. Zhuang Fanxin craned his neck and watched, but he was excited: "That's my alma mater, and I studied in high school in the sky."
"Really!" The driver looked at him from the rearview mirror, "Would you like to stop and have a look?"
With business at the head, his enthusiasm had to cool down. Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "No need." His eyes were glued, and the taxi drove past the school gate, and he looked inside deeply.
Seconds passed, and he hurriedly looked back across the street, not knowing whether Yinan Time was still open.
The driver's chat box was always open: "Tianzhong is very powerful, it's getting harder and harder to get into. My daughter was in the top ten in her junior high school class, but she didn't get into high school." You can study, which university did you enter after graduating from Tianzhong?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "I'm going abroad." He was about to drive out of this street, "The residential building behind the shop has not been demolished, and it has been many years."
The driver said: "Although it is dilapidated, but next to the sky, the house price is terribly high."
Zhuang Fan couldn't help laughing. Qi Nan lived here. His roommate brought him milk tea and cakes all day, and asked him for answers in English every night. How has the other party been doing after all these years? Are you married
He pondered whether there were some or not, and after driving out of the city, he closed his eyes and squinted for a while. At the same time, a plane landed at Gaoqi International Airport, and Gu Zhuoyan arrived in Xiamen alone.
They are both on business trips and in Fujian Province, but their treatment is very different. Zhuang Fanxin took a taxi to run to the town, Gu Zhuoyan landed and was greeted by the executives of the branch. He smiled with him and helped him open the door. The business car was spacious and clean, and the information paper in his hand was particularly white.
Once in town, Zhuang Fanxin contacted Boss Dong, the person in charge of the factory. When they met, he was a middle-aged man with a beer belly. cigarette.
Zhuang Fanxin was upset by second-hand smoke. He felt that his face was dirty, and the fog had not disappeared. The other party took out a second cigarette from the cigarette case. "Give me one too." He raised two fingers and said brokenly.
Boss Dong handed it to him: "My cigarettes are cheap, and Boss Zhuang makes do with it." He lit the fire, and said politely, "It's hard work, and I'm flying over here. I'm really ashamed for doing this, really. Ashamed!"
Zhuang Fanxin covered his mouth to smoke, and let the other party dry for a while. The smoke was not as fragrant as the last time, but it was more pungent. He slowly spit it out, and said, "It's not hard, I grew up in Rongcheng, and I came back for a walk by the way. Relative."
Boss Dong understands that there is enough time, and he will not leave if he does not solve it. "Then stay for a few days. I will ask the factory to arrange a car. Where should I live?" He was more enthusiastic than the taxi driver. "It's almost noon. Let's have lunch first. I have already booked the hotel!"
Zhuang Fan didn't take it seriously, he flicked the butt of the cigarette into the trash can on the side of the road, and proposed to go to the factory to have a look first. After another quarter of an hour, I arrived at the garment factory, which was bigger than I expected. Several rows of buildings were marked with one, two, three, and I could hear the sound of the gathering machines.
Zhuang Fanxin asked to leave the workshop, but Boss Dong wanted to stop him and persuaded him that it was too noisy and smelled bad. Unable to stop it, he changed his words and said that the factory had regulations that outsiders were not allowed to enter the workshop.
At the door of the building, Zhuang Fanxin said, "Don't be joking, do you think you make rockets when you make clothes? It's just a clothing factory, do you think it's the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Base?"
Boss Dong couldn't hang his face, and he didn't want to offend him, so he could only take out the cigarette case. Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his hand and grabbed it: "The factory does not stipulate that smoking is prohibited in the workplace? You are not afraid of fire and I want to live a few more years."
When he entered, Zhuang Fan's squeamishness came out. The smell of a lot of new cloth gave him a headache. He covered his nose and nose and scanned it for a week. He saw the printed crepe dress. Boss Dong persuaded from the side that crepe is good, and the black one sells better with crepe.
The design department reviewed and revised the fabrics set five times, you know what! Zhuang Fan scolded inwardly, and smiled brightly after scolding: "But the contract is for crepe satin. If the factory pays in place, it is not impossible to use crepe satin."
Boss Dong's discoloration changed, and he tried to direct the responsibility to the silhouette. Zhuang Fan took the advice and kept walking. The battle of words in the business is called "mediation" to put it mildly, but in essence it is a bad and sticky wrangling, each for its own benefit, and it is full of copper stench.
Zhuang Fanxin was doing such a rough job for the first time in several years. Fortunately, he took the lead, otherwise he really wanted to leave. The white sneakers were rubbed with dust. He picked up scraps on the table to polish the shoes. The cotton was too loose, the fleece was too thick, and the chiffon did not hang on the soil. He picked a piece of black cloth and wiped it.
After wiping, pinching the cloth, he said, "This crepe satin is good, and the color looks right."
Boss Dong explained: "This is the old cloth left over from the previous year, it can't be used, and there is not even ten meters left."
Zhuang Fan asked, "Is there really no crepe satin?"
"Really not." Boss Dong is sincere, "We are also embarrassed, but there is nothing we can do!"
Zhuang Fanxin rubbed the piece of cloth, got closer, and asked lightly under the noise of the machine, imitating the other party's tone: "Why didn't you say it when you signed the contract?"
His eyes were too quiet, which was out of tune with the busy and harsh workplace. Boss Dong choked, and he turned around and headed for the safe passage. The handrail of the stairs was very dirty. He even wiped it with the cloth, leaned against it, and waited for the other person to follow. He opened the skylight here and made a bright statement.
"Boss, you don't have to talk to our designer. You don't follow the process when you seek her privately, the contract has not been changed, and nothing has been written. How do you count?"
"I didn't ask a word of blame, because production and shipment are the most important thing at this juncture, otherwise why would I make a trip? The smell of your place is choking to death?" Zhuang Fanxin said, "The delivery deadline on the contract is written in black and white, and it cannot be delayed. , if there is no cloth, you can knit it for me too.”
Boss Dong said, "Boss Zhuang, you are so angry, I can't do anything without crepe satin."
Zhuang Fan thought: "Since the factory dares to sign a contract, it means that all the fabrics it needs are available. You are now telling a lie that you can't help, how can I believe it?"
He said warmly, as if covering the contradiction with a layer of soft oily skin, and then pierced it with a stitch: "The factory has crepe satin, which has been prepared earlier, but it's just another order later, and the price is higher, so I don't want to give it to me. We used it."
"If you are, there is absolutely no, no."
"You dare to go back and regret it because you have made trouble once and have not been held accountable."
Zhuang Fanxin looked at the design materials when he first joined the job. In the autumn of the previous year, there was a discrepancy between the design of a windbreaker and the actual fabric. He asked the team leader Cao, and the situation at that time was the same as it is now. It was also because Pei Zhi was absent, and it was Cheng Jiama who approved the replacement of the fabric.
Boss Dong said: "We have cooperated with President Cheng for many years, and we will not mess up. You can ask President Cheng about this matter."
Zhuang Fanxin's eyelashes flickered, Cheng Jiama had covered it up, and the other party also moved out of Cheng Jiama as a shield, just as the Cheng family used to take root in Rongcheng. He didn't have time to speculate about the relationship, and said: "Breach of contract is a fact, you can ask Mr. Cheng, and I will also ask the lawyer. Mr. Cheng will tell you about the relationship, and the lawyer can only talk about the law. Which is more important than the relationship and the law? "
"Of course it's the law... Oh, Boss Zhuang, let's discuss it later."
"No, you can give me an answer before nine o'clock tomorrow night." Zhuang Fan set an alarm, "As soon as possible, the fabric will be adjusted and put into production, otherwise I will have to file a lawsuit with you, and your factory may be shut down by then. "
"Workers' wages, liquidated damages, other customers' compensation fees, lawyers' fees... You can figure it out." Zhuang Fanxin stood up straight, patted his pants and went downstairs, "There are many good factories in Fujian. If you don't come, you'll change to another one."
Boss Dong sent Zhuang Fan's heart down, and apologized and pleaded, but there was no room for turning around. Zhuang Fan got in the car and left, and did everything he could, so he called and told Pei Zhi to avoid the other party's worries.
After returning to the city at three o'clock, Zhuang Fanxin felt that the clothes were stained with smell, so he went back to the hotel to change and wash, and then went to the street to fill in the temple of the five internal organs.
There is a cafe nearby. He was slumped on the sofa with his computer in his arms, and continued to make sample plans. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows was the clock, and the wisps turned from white to red, just in time for sunset.
"It's time for the handsome guy to get off work." Zhuang Fanxin muttered to put on his earphones, dialed the number, and connected after a few beeps. The computer screen reflected the corners of his raised mouth, "Are you feeling better from the cold?"
Gu Zhuoyan has no nasal voice: "Okay." He was in the hotel suite, the kick-off meeting had just ended, and he changed his clothes to prepare for the evening entertainment.
Hearing that, Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "Remember to eat on time, um...drink more hot water." He was hungry and full, and lacked confidence, "I can't bring you soup these days."
Gu Zhuoyan knew that Zhuang Fanxin's department had problems, so he didn't have time to sleep that night, thinking that he was too busy to get out. He asked, "How is your place?"
Zhuang Fan pretended to be stupid and said, "Where am I? In my heart, I miss you a lot." With a clear voice, his smooth tongue was more pleasant than others. "Physically, I also miss you a little bit."
Goosebumps all over, Gu Zhuoyan gasped: "You look like a fool when you flirt with me."
The tone of voice was even and steady, without restraint, like a sincere evaluation, "...Oh." Zhuang Fan changed his mind when he knew he was wrong, and became more and more courageous, "Then I'll pretend to be pure next time."
Slowly talking about three or four sentences, Zhuang Fanxin thought that he could handle it well, but in fact it was difficult to handle, and unknowingly typed a paragraph of text that did not match the foreword. Deleting word by word, keeping fingers on the keyboard, and concentrating on talking to Gu Zhuoyan first.
He replied solemnly, "I'm on a business trip and I'm dealing with the company, so I can't make soup for you."
"Are you on a business trip by yourself?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Yes, I didn't bring a maid."
Gu Zhuoyan raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Every city has been turned upside down in the past ten years. He used questioning to cover up his concerns: "Can you do it?"
"Why not?" The corners of Zhuang Fanxin's mouth drooped down, "It's going well, and I'm very familiar with this place. After I'm done, I have to go shopping around."
Gu Zhuoyan wondered: Where did you go? "
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "Rongcheng."
He expected that Gu Zhuoyan would be surprised to be silent, so he giggled, picked up the cup and sucked the latte on the coffee: "As luck would have it, I passed by the gate of Tianzhong in the morning, and Meimei Stationery was always open. Said that his family's book was scum. It was getting dark, and I wanted to eat beef ball noodles at night... "
Gu Zhuoyan listened to Zhuang Fanxin's muttering, what a coincidence, he was in Xiamen not far away, and he had already booked a ticket to Rongcheng.
Zhuang Fan said coquettishly, "If only you came too."
"I'm not free." He didn't know which garlic to pretend, "I'm busy."
The subordinates knocked on the door, reminding that it was almost time. Gu Zhuoyan nodded and said into the phone, "I have a social event, so I won't talk anymore."
Zhuang Fan said thoughtfully, "Then you should drink less wine."
He made plans in the coffee shop, and he was relieved when he was busy with his business. The night was coming, and the passers-by were feeling lonely in a foreign land, but he had a sense of fulfillment after he belonged.
Which street has a night market, and which old brand is the most authentic, Zhuang Fanxin went shopping happily all night with his bag on his back. When he returned to the hotel in the early hours of the morning, he was walking and sucking with a large cup of milk tea, and met a kitten next to the fire hydrant on the corner of the street.
Zhuang Fanxin bought a ham sausage, squatted there, and stroked the kitten's back, the neon orange was yellow and the wind was gentle, and the kitten took the initiative to rub his palm after it was full.
He took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and after he opened his circle of friends, he saw a rare photo of Gu Zhuoyan. In the photo, it is the twin towers, a landmark building in Xiamen.
Zhuang Fan commented in surprise: "Are you in Xiamen?!"
Gu Zhuoyan replied later: "On a business trip."
"Come to Rongcheng?" Zhuang Fanxin asked immediately, frantically on the winter streets in the middle of the night, "Come here, come over, I'll wait for you, come over, come over when you're done!"
Gu Zhuoyan reluctantly said, "Well then."
Zhuang Fanxin sent a long series of expressions of applause and cheers.
Even if he was beaten to death, Gu Zhuoyan thought about a big deal on the way back to the hotel after the dinner. It took him half an hour to come up with this trick, and he even asked the driver to go around the Twin Towers.
After replying at this moment, I pressed the phone off.
With a low smile reflected in the car window, Gu Zhuoyan scolded himself: "It's really worthless."