Returning to Huayang from Nanjiang, the first large-scale cold air of this winter has staggered south.
Inversely proportional to the drastic cooling of the weather, competition in the down jacket market is in full swing. "Avril" various projects took turns to attack strongly, the pace of all the staff have become rushed.
Nan Weiwei, a novice on the road, concealed her identity and worked as a small assistant next to Nan Haoran. In her self-deprecating words, this is definitely not to show low-key, but to really not want to embarrass her parents.
After running around for a while, no matter how perfect professional makeup looks, she can't conceal the strong dark circles on her face, and no matter how elegant professional suits are, she can't beautify the battered self-confidence.
Latent wheat also looks tired and starts yawning early in the morning.
Recently, the design department staff were assigned to the counters of specialty stores across the country. Qianmai gave good luck to Beijing, Hangzhou and the local lottery. Revisiting the old place, it was so joyful, a large group of fox friends and dog friends sang songs every night. In addition to completing the task of qualitative investigation, he also gained a pair of puffy eye bags when returning.
"I couldn't even dream of it. The first meeting with you after work was actually in this kind of place." Looking at the WC letters reflected in the mirror, Nan Weiwei was so cold that she wanted to vomit blood.
"Well. Our ape dung is really amazing."
"When will I be free, do I have something to tell you?"
Seeing Nan Weiwei hesitating to say something and stopping, it goes without saying that it is difficult to be under "Nan Yan Wang". The sad thing is that others can still poke the boss's villain behind her back, but she is even obliterated from complaining.
"Hold it! Everyone has survived this way!" Qianmai waved his hand softly, rushing to the counter of the Zhongshan Street specialty store station. In the end, she couldn’t bear to be pitiful, so she murmured again: "Look at it. This job is just like pregnancy. Nausea, nausea, vomiting, vomiting, and finally slowly It becomes a baby crystallization."
ORZ! Nan Weiwei stared blankly at the disappearing back in the front corner, instantly petrifying. Dare to feel that Qianmai and his cousin are the same goods, and immediately turned his face in the workplace and refused to recognize people
There are not many customers in specialty stores on non-holiday mornings, and housewives and college students who don’t have classes come and go. Qianmai copied all the sales records of the new product after it was launched, and asked the salesperson about the situation, and then stood in the corner and looked at the street scene leisurely.
Diagonally opposite to the Southeast Golden Horn, is the "Snow Goose" specialty store, "Avigil"'s strongest rival. I don't know what the person in charge of the location thought at the time, the distance between the two specialty stores couldn't be more than two hundred meters. At this moment, I can see everything in my eyes at a glance, even the customers can see clearly how many bags when they enter the door, and how many bags when they go out.
Qian Mai's eyes slid around on the street, but his ears were straightened up, paying attention to the movement in the store.
"It's so beautiful. I always felt red and old-fashioned before. I didn't expect to make a down jacket so eye-catching..."
"When you wear this, you feel that your face is a lot smaller..."
"The black damask pattern looks calmer and has a sense of lines. It should be good for interviews..."
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Huayang people seem to have an innate ability, no matter where they go, they can make the scene like a vegetable market. Although it was noisy, many interesting gossips could be heard. No, in the hum of the room, Qian Mai heard the local accent on the tip of his ears.
"Great! After shopping for so long, finally I can wear one." A plump and slightly fat middle-aged woman A walked out of the fitting room, turned to look in the mirror, and looked at her down pants. .
After a while, the door of the next fitting room opened, and a woman B, who was about the same age as woman A, walked out, wearing a short down jacket with a camel fur neckline. When finishing the clothes, there was a bright spot on the white fingers, and he actually wore six rings in one breath.
Woman B looked at Woman A, nodded and said: "It's quite suitable, and the embroidered look is also elegant. Just this one!"
Woman A was obviously satisfied too, looked at the label, and muttered: "Now the clothes are really expensive. But there is no way. Since I gave birth to my third child, my body has grown wildly. I searched Jintian's store last year. After all, there was no suitable one, but I had to buy a few maternity clothes before I could wear it."
Woman B chuckled when she heard: "I told you so long ago that you would have two fewer births, but you wouldn't listen." He leaned over and touched the lining, then looked at the amount of cashmere, and said: "This dress is really good. I like it very much. The pockets are too small and inconvenient. I don’t like to bring handbags when I go out. My phone and money are stuffed into my clothes pockets."
Next to it, the sales clerk was busy handing over medium and long-term recommendations. In the end, woman A asked for two pairs of down pants, and woman B chose the longer one with slightly larger pockets. At the moment of invoicing and queuing to pay, the two of them relied that they spoke a dialect, so BALABALA talked about the daily routine without knowing it.
Woman A groaned forward: "Hey, your niece in medical school, who is taller than the lady in the skirt?"
Woman B took a visual observation: "It is about two centimeters taller than her, and a little fatter."
Woman A pondered: "That height is comparable. My Feipeng is quite tall."
Woman B is curious: "Your brother is almost graduating from college. Haven't really talked about a girlfriend before?" It seems a little unlikely.
When it comes to this, Woman A complains for a while: "I know you will not believe it! My Feipeng has never been in a relationship. Think about it, the girls nowadays have a high-sightedness. There are rooms and rooms. Cars are basic, but small shops and small workshops don’t like them. They open their mouths and want to set up businesses. Those who want to fly abroad have their eyes all stared at the overseas Chinese."
Speaking of it, she also shoved up Woman B for approval: "You said it's not unlucky? The name of the'hometown of overseas Chinese' on our side is screaming, but in the end, my brother can't marry a wife..."
Woman B nodded to express her understanding: "My niece has never been in love. She has been very good since she was a child. She doesn’t pick her mouth and doesn’t like dressing up. She spends her entire mind on studying. My sister and brother-in-law love her very much, saying that as long as she likes it Good character, family background and everything can be ignored."
Hearing this, Woman A immediately became swearing: "Just put your heart in your stomach! My family is far worse than your relatives and money. But my brother Feipeng is absolutely inferior. You need to look good and have a character. If you have a moral character, you need to have an academic background, and wait for the afternoon to go to Huayang Hospital to see it. I will make you satisfied..."
Until the two of them walked out of the store with their clothes, the words on the sidewalk were still lingering in their ears.
Hidden Wheat came out from behind the glass screen, her face flushed, her hands covered her lips, and she finally couldn't help but chuckle out: The real-life version of arranged marriages in the 21st century, just like this, it started to brew in the clothing store...
After all, I couldn't help being curious, and I looked at the lady in the skirt in front of me, comparing it to the appearance of the girl in the medical school. As if her heart was eloquent, the young lady turned around quickly, and the eyes of the two met in the air, both in a daze.
The lady in the skirt, isn't it the cold-faced beauty mole lady who had a face-to-face encounter with "cute you"
Sometimes the memory is really weird. Some people have seen it several times and still have a vague impression, but some people only need to meet each other once and are deeply impressed.
Obviously, the other party also recognized Qianmai, and pointed to her uniform in amazement: "You work here?"
"No, I'm in another department."
Miss Beauty Mole gave a soft "Oh", hung the down jacket in her hand back to its original place, raised her head and her eyes flickered, and said unnaturally, "I was offended last time. I have been to Jinchang Pavilion, and the scenery there is indeed the same as "Moon Lake Shen Yun" "Similar. It's because you painted so well, I thought it was plagiarism..."
"It's okay. You also learn to paint, right? What's your name?"
Strangely, Miss Beauty Mole's answer was nothing but a "Oh". Next to him, a young couple was talking, laughing, and picking clothes. The boy leaned in the girl's ear and didn't know what was said. The girl pouted and jumped over to beat him. She was a young and flamboyant coquettish, but she accidentally touched Miss Beauty Mole.
Seeing Miss Beauty Mole with frowning eyebrows and a frosty face, Qian Mai hurriedly took her away from the little couple who had touched someone and continued to have fun. Sorry smiled, changed the subject and asked: "Are there any clothes you want to try on?"
"It's too expensive!" Although there was no questioning, Miss Beauty Mole coldly threw a few eyeballs towards the little couple. Then he turned angrily and walked out.
"Wait a minute." Qianmai whispered from behind. Seeing that she was still walking forward, she couldn't help but trot out and gently grabbed her arm and said, "You have a silk scarf that fell on the'cute you'. When you have time, go to the front desk to pick it up." Then he pointed to the young couple in the store and said, "They didn't mean it, don't take it to your heart."
This time, Miss Beauty Mole's answer was still an inaudible "Oh".
"What a weird person!" Looking at the figure walking away quickly, Qianmai shook his head inexplicably, always feeling that he had accidentally neglected something. Fortunately, this problem didn't bother her for too long, and the mobile phone shakes her attention. A text message came in. It was Peng Chen's short five words: Back to Huayang at night. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)