Chapter 7 Section 06

The chlorine atmosphere in the Xiangyuan Building is not quite right these days.The original calendar is Ah Chun announcing to everyone: From now on, Wang Qiming will be promoted to the general manager of Xiangyuan Building. In the kitchen, there are a lot of bad words. "This girl, you have a weird idea, there are so many new tricks, it's always a new trick when you think about it." "Frying pan," he said, whacking his spoon. "She had a whimsical idea and promoted him to be a manager. Well, I'll see if he can do it." The chef said angrily. "If you want to play with the little boy, let him be raised at home! What's the matter, let him be a cow and horse during the day, and play watch with her in the crib at night, this bitch is really vicious."

"Don't underestimate people from mainland China, they have their own way." Xiao Li kept silent, just doing his job in silence. Wang Qiming and Ah Chun could hear all the words clearly.Wang Qiming was eager to rush into the kitchen to argue, but Ah Chun stopped him and waved at him. The whole restaurant was suddenly silent, not knowing what was going to happen. After a while, the chef and "wok" took off their white shirts and aprons, and came to the proprietress. The chef said: "Don't invite Gao Ming, men don't work in this kind of shop." "Frying Pan" also joined in the fun, "Brother, if you have another high school, please settle the bill for me."

Xiao Li saw that the situation was not good, so he came over immediately to make a rescue: "Forget it, forget it, it's not that the two masters don't know the proprietress's personality, for the sake of so many years, sit down and discuss things carefully." The chef, "Wok", ignored Xiao Li at all, but no one moved. The smart Ah Chun knows very well how to deal with it at this time. She was still sitting at the cash register, with her head on one side, not looking at them, lit a cigarette and said, "I can't do it anymore, tell me, I don't want to do it yet.

Strong men, big men, have such small minds.I don't believe it, you have never quarreled or quarreled with your wife.After contradicting a few words, I said I quit, thanks to you, you can say it! "She's cunningly keeping steps for herself. She took a puff on her cigarette, then changed the subject again: "I was too anxious about Mr. Wang's arrangement, and it was my fault, but you didn't think about it for me. The price is all day long, and the accountant, You can't go to the lawyer's side, there must be someone in the store to support you. Over the years, what have I done to you? When did I treat you badly? But at this critical point, you throw your hands and look at me deliberately I am a single woman, who can love me." She sobbed.

"Usually, it's like putting sugar on your mouth, saying that you love me the most, love me the most, it's all a lie. My life, why is it so bitter!" Said, throwing away the cigarette, really crying Woke up. The chef and "wok" seemed to be relieved by her words, looked at each other, secretly smiled, and walked back to the kitchen with a white shirt and white apron. Seeing that the situation was almost over, the proprietress wiped away her tears, made two more phone calls, and then went out to do errands. Throughout the afternoon, Wang Qiming felt uncomfortable all over. Listening to the gossip and ridicule in the kitchen, he wanted to rush in several times, but he stopped after thinking about what Ah Chun said.

He swept the floor absently, thinking to himself, I have been in the United States for more than a year, do I have to work here, do I have to work in a restaurant for the rest of my life, no, this is not my way out.He made up his mind to leave the Xiangyuan Building. Ah Chun came back, he walked to the cash register, hesitated for a while, and was about to say, "I don't want to do it!" Ah Chun guessed what he was thinking. "Ok." "What are your future plans?" "have no idea." Ah Chun thought for a while and said, "Alright, let's go out and have a break first." She opened the cash register and took out two bags of money: "This bag is your wages." The thicker bag: "It's not easy to find a job when you're looking for a job. Take it and use this one first." It seemed that she had already prepared for it.

"No, I don't want it," he pushed the bag of money to Ah Chun again. Ah Chun didn't say anything, just lowered his head and took out a business card from his wallet, and handed it to Wang Qiming. Without raising his head, Wang Qiming took the business card, picked up the small bag of money, turned around and left. When Wang Qiming reached the gate, he turned around again and said softly: "At night, when you count the bills, don't forget to lock the door." Ah Chun nodded. Wang Qiming walked out of the Xiangyuan Building. Ah Chun looked at his background, rubbing the bag of money with both hands.She thought he would never appear again.However, in the dark, she heard a voice telling her that he would come again.

Sitting in the subway car, Wang Qiming took out the business card from his pocket and smelled its fragrance. Ah Chun's address and phone number in Long Island were printed on the business card. Guo Yan struggled to drag a large bag of semi-finished sweaters into the house, and when she turned her head and saw Wang Qiming lying on the sofa, she asked, "Hey, why did you come back so early today?" She put down her things, walked into the kitchen, and went to wash the vegetables and cook. "Quit." Wang Qiming said, and stood up from the sofa with a huff. "Didn't I promote you to be a manager?"

"Just can't be a manager!" "Then let's go back and do the dishes." "If you want to fuck you, I can't stand it." As soon as Guo Yan saw that he was so angry, she advised him: "What's the hurry, we can't do it here, let's find another restaurant to do it." "Restaurants, restaurants, you know restaurants! It's been over a year, and I've had enough—enough of suffering, enough of tiredness, enough of those bastards—I've had enough of restaurants, no A place for people!" "It doesn't matter. From tomorrow onwards, I will work more overtime and take more homework to do. I can still save money." Guo Yan wanted to reassure him.

"I hate you so much, you know how to work hard, you don't have a brain, you see which rich people do it hard, look at our boss, how capable she is, Chinese, English, Cantonese, Mandarin , you can do everything, you can grasp it inside and out, you can adapt to the situation, and you can turn the rudder. But you are lucky, you don’t learn anything except hard work, and you don’t know anything. After marrying you as a wife, you will never turn over again for the rest of your life. It's moldy." This time, Guo Yan was angered: "I am such a woman, what do you want, I will marry you, and I will be unlucky if I suffer this kind of suffering. You can marry whoever looks good to you." Got up and ran into the bedroom.

Guo Yan, not only Guo Yan, but all women are the same. It is nothing to suffer with her husband, but there is no grain of sand in her eyes, and she cannot hear a word of this kind. Wang Qiming knew very well that these words were too serious, and regretted that he had spoken without covering his mouth, so he walked into the kitchen in desperation and went to wash vegetables and cook for Guo Yan. After a while, hot meals were served on the dining table. "Ma'am, dinner is ready!" he called into the bedroom. When there was no movement, he walked into the bedroom and said while pulling her up, "It's quite a big person, there's no end to it." "Go away, heartless thing." She cried louder. "Just kidding with you." Guo Yan turned over and faced the wall, her arms trembling from crying. Wang Qiming understood Guo Yan's personality, and knew that at this moment, it was useless to say good things. He reluctantly walked back to the living room and lay down on the sofa.He wanted to think about it and think about what to do in the future.Thinking of the middle of the night, I couldn't think of any ideas. No one touched the food on the table. The next day, when Guo Yan got off work, she took out a small notebook from her body and threw it to Wang Qiming who was lying on the sofa with a sad face. "What?" Wang Qiming asked. "See for yourself!" Wang Qiming opened the notebook, which contained names, addresses and phone numbers. Wang Qiming asked in confusion: "The address book. Whose address do you want me to look up?" Guo Yan couldn't help laughing: "Don't be stupid! I copied this from Boss Ma secretly, the customer's mailing address! Aren't you going to do business?" Wang Qiming understood all of a sudden, and his face brightened all of a sudden, brimming with brilliance. "It's really you, little swallow!" "Aren't you stupid, you! Do you have any other skills besides losing your temper with me!" "Ouch, no!" "What's wrong?" "If your Boss Ma finds out about this, will he have to fight us hard?" "Never mind him, business, let him do it, maybe we do it!" "Yes! Non-toxic and not husband!" "I see, don't hold it, as long as you dare to do it, you are no worse than him!" "Ouch!" "what happened again?" "My English...British people and Americans can't understand it!" "Hey, Boss Ma's English is also like fried beans on a hot pot, jumping out one by one. You have to study hard for a while, and you are better than him! Besides, you yelled at me that day, didn't you also bring out a few words? English? That means your English is not bad." Wang Qiming blushed: "Those words are all curse words." "I said you are not so smooth after learning other languages." Guo Yan smiled again, "Learn from me in the future." "English?" "No. Sweaters, crochet sweaters." "I have to learn design. I design it, you do it. Let the whole New York know that we Beijingers are smart!" After that, Guo Yan bought an old iron.Wang Qiming learned to iron clothes at home, and did all the work that Guo Yan brought from the factory, which was regarded as an increase in income. In the evening, he went to a night school with a low tuition fee, where he learned English. He studies very seriously.As long as he was free, he would pick up the thick dictionary and textbooks like a scholar, muttering in the dark under the lamp, learning that he was dizzy and nervous. One night, lying on the bed, he said to himself: "Y, ES, Y, E, S, fuck, why can't I find it?" Guo Yan was working on one side, but her nose let out a laugh. "why are you laughing?" "What are you laughing at? Yes, what else are you looking for?" "Yo, Fuck Dan, I'm really confused." Speaking of Wang Qiming's English learning, it seems that he is different. He doesn't go deep into grammar such as subject, predicate, object, tense, and passive voice.Focus on practicing oral English. Others learn it in the order of writing, reading, listening, and speaking.But because his learning purpose is different, just contrary to others, he learns first.It may also be the reason why he has studied music since he was a child. He has a pair of keen ears and has a particularly strong ability to distinguish sounds. So, after a few months, although he didn't know too many words, he dared to open his mouth. What he learned yesterday, he dared to speak today.According to what he said, it is a matter of learning and applying it flexibly, and it is not wasteful at all. And because of his good ears.Every sentence pattern he learns, and the pronunciation of every word, has a strong American accent and a distinct New York accent. This kind of abnormal language development, so that later, he turned into an authentic New York accent and full of swear words, but he couldn't write and read, and became a veritable American illiterate. It's something later. Guo Yan bought a second-hand knitting machine from a worker for 150 yuan. This coke broke Wang Qiming. "I grew up dismantling machines," he said. "Remove it?" Guo Yan said, "I bought it for 150 yuan with great difficulty, why did you let it be dismantled for 250 yuan?" "That's not what I mean. I mean I'm the best at working with machines. I see that in this loom is where we're going to make our fortune." With this loom, Wang Qiming has a companion in his life.He is not too boring, not afraid of being tired, and sits there weaving and weaving every day until he operates it skillfully and uses the loom to create new styles and patterns.I don't feel bored.Isn't practicing the piano more boring than this?Every day is monotonous scales, creeps, and chords, and it takes a whole day to practice.It has been like this for several years, ten years. Cleverness plus diligence, hard work plus creativity, in less than a few weeks, Wang Qiming had a deep understanding of sweater knitting. In the United States, as long as you can do things that no one else has done, as long as you dare to be original, and you only dare to be whimsical, half of the success is achieved.If you follow others and fall into the "rut" of others, you will be ignored in the United States. Wang Qiming understood this truth. On this day, he wove two sweaters with Guo Yan's waste thread.He admired it carefully and thought it was good, the color matching was reasonable, and it looked very decent. At night, as soon as Guo Yan entered the door, Wang Qiming stood up before he could stand still, and eagerly took out the sweater. "Try! You give it a try, I'm going to succeed, I have this hunch!" Guo Yan happily took the sweater from her heart. Wang Qiming looked at her nervously and excitedly. She finished putting on the sweater.Wang Qiming asked her to quickly put on another one. Those two sweaters, on Guo Yan's plump and slender body, showed curves, slender waist, high chest, and long neck, very beautiful. "Oh, you are so beautiful!" he said. "It should be said that your sweater is so beautiful!" "It should be said that they are all beautiful!" Then, the two sat down. They calmed down the excitement in their hearts, and tried to calm themselves down and think about how many cards they had in their hands, how to sell them, how to find customers, and how to win in this game. Together they worked out many pitch strategies.No matter which one it is, the first step is: Wang Qiming walks to the fashion avenue the next day. morning. Wang Qiming walked up Seventh Avenue in New York in a well-fitting suit. Seventh Avenue is the world-famous EashionAve. (Fashion Avenue). Buildings with hundreds of floors are next to each other.The ground floor of these buildings are fashion shops. In the huge window, there are models with various poses, and in some windows there are several real people standing as models.They wear various styles of clothing, colorful and dazzling. "Can I?" Looking at these dazzling fashions, Wang Qiming felt his heart pounding. He stopped to watch, and then pressed the samples in his bag, feeling a little guilty. One after another, container trucks blocked the streets and alleys tightly. Porters in South America, pushing cart after cart of finished garments, shuttled between the seams. "Don't be guilty!" He encouraged himself in his heart. "Since you're here, you have to keep working straight. No one will make fun of you—in fact, why should you be afraid of someone making fun of you? Whose path is not made by yourself!" On the sidewalk, men and women, of all colors, walked quickly. A tall and slender model girl in sexy and fashionable clothes, with slender legs, twisting gracefully. At a glance, he is a figure of the boss class, with a pipe in his mouth, walking squarely, arrogantly, and talking loudly. Hot dog sellers, dessert sellers, fruit sellers, and peanut vendors, one after another, shouting one after another. Only the bronze statue, which is four or five times larger than the real person, kept silent, pedaling the sewing machine in the middle of the square for many years, holding scissors and a tape measure, looking at the pedestrians on the road, as if wanting to measure the size of the first person . Wang Qiming summoned up his courage and walked into the building. A uniformed guard politely opened the door for him. He walked into the bright elevator, pointed at the number fifty-six with his index finger, and pressed it. With a "whoosh", the elevator took off. This kind of high-rise fast elevator made him dizzy, and he immediately opened his mouth wide to relieve the pressure on the eardrum. The elevator door opened, and the ShowRoom (clothing showroom) he was looking for arrived. A beautiful lady opened the window and greeted him: "Hi" (How are you) He also replied "Hi". "I have some samples want to show you." (I have some samples, I want you to see) He recited the words he had memorized. "OK, come with me pleasee." (OK, please come in with me.) She followed the lady in. Behind the round desk, the face of an arrogant woman was revealed. The young lady introduced the purpose of this oriental man to her. "Lets start." (Let's start!) The woman behind the table said with her face raised. Wang Qiming immediately took out the three sweaters he designed and made himself from his bag, held them in both hands, and showed them to her. "Too simple and too eastern. Im not interested" (too simple, too eastern, I am not interested).After speaking, she leaned on the table again and went about her business. Wang Qiming went to another showroom, held up the clothes with both hands, and showed them to the people inside through the window. The people inside shook their heads without even opening the window. He went into another house, and a big man took him in, who seemed to be a big boss. He didn't look at the clothes carefully, and while kneading the sweater with his hands, feeling the quality of the material, he asked: "All right, tell me, whats the price?" (OK, tell me, is your price good?) "Seventyfive." Wang Qiming reported to him the money that he had agreed with Guo Yan. All of a sudden, he threw the clothes on the ground, "Are you crazy? no design cheap thing, seventyfive? Its reallyfunny. Go, out back to your home!" (I said you crazy! There is no design Cheap, seventy-five yuan, too ridiculous! Go, go back to your house!) Wang Qiming was not discouraged. If he was a little guilty before entering those clothing showrooms, then now he has no worries in his heart.He calmly analyzed the reasons for his defeat in the first match. "Too simple, too oriental", these two comments kept spinning in his mind. On Fashion Avenue, he observed, experienced and pondered one window after another. New ideas, new designs began to come to his mind. Back home, he leaned on the table, reminiscing about the new ideas he had just had on Fashion Avenue. He has studied music since elementary school, and has never been involved in art, but he has his own unique understanding of art.Painting should neither be too real, too detailed, or too realistic; nor should it be too abstract, playing modernism all the time.Fashion design and art have similar meanings. He lowered the collar an inch and a half to the bottom, and widened the cuffs by another 4 to 5 inches. It looked like a performance costume for "The Flower Rain on the Silk Road".In terms of color, he boldly used dark purple. Once the design is done, he sits at the machine and starts making his new creation. He knits clothes with the machine for a while, then stops for a while, takes out a small electronic computer, and clicks on it a few times. That drawing has been drawn into a mess by solid lines, dotted lines, numbers, Chinese, and English. He didn't eat all day, and Guo Yan didn't even notice when he came home from get off work. "Awesome!" Guo Yan commented behind him, startling him. The next day, he returned to the mansion. This time, he found a small clothing showroom in a corner. An old man with a strong Italian accent received him. The old man looked at Wang Qiming's work and nodded again and again: "Good! Good! I like it very much! How much is it?" "75 yuan." "Okay. I'll take it." When Wang Qiming heard this, he was overjoyed.He tries not to make his joy too obvious. The old man said, "Can you do this?" As he spoke, he took out seven or eight sketches and showed them to Wang Qiming. "I can." Wang Qiming replied without thinking. "Okay, I want you to finish it next week." The old man was firm. "It must be done!" Wang Qiming was in full bloom.A kind of joy of being affirmed flooded his heart. He was walking on the fashion avenue, full of joy, involuntarily waving and winking at the models in the window. This is the first time he has been recognized since coming to the United States.This little affirmation made his small boat, lost in the sea, see the buoy. He knew what he was supposed to do in America.