Chapter 8 Section 07

The living room of Wang Qiming's house became his workshop. For seven days, one week, he didn't leave his workshop.Even to go to the toilet, he has to press the calculator for a while.Seven pictures, completed in seven days. That is to say, a sample is completed in one day; a new type of sweater that no one has seen before is knitted in one day. Harsh? is harsh enough.Not to mention a novice, even a person who has been in this industry for some years would not dare to take on the job like this. However, Wang Qiming can only do this. He has no choice. He knew that these seven drawings showed not only the appearance of seven new sweaters, but also a picture of Wang Qiming's future life in the United States.These seven days, in Beijing dialect, is a "threshold". If you rush over, the land will be wide and the sky will be wide;

There is no retreat. Bite the bullet and do it!Wang Qiming made this determination. According to Beijing's standard, the work day is eight hours, with Sundays off.Wang Qiming didn't dare to spend his working hours in Beijing so extravagantly, not to mention the working hours in the United States, it's the same as the uncle's work! Every day, Wang Qiming calculated that he would do 16 hours of work, and the remaining 8 hours would be spent eating, drinking, and sleeping. If he did this for seven days, there would be no weekends, no Sundays, and the seven days would be seven hard days.In this way, 112 hours belonged to Wang Qiming.

Seven days, changing the calculation method, suddenly became fourteen days. Amazing calculation method! Just do it! It looked good, but when Wang Qiming started to do it, he felt that it was not good.In the first 16 hours, that is, the first day, he failed to make a single sample! This scared Wang Qiming into a cold sweat. He suddenly understood that counting working hours was useless.It was just a plan, just an assumption, just a wishful thinking in the mind. It should be, seven days, seven pieces are made; the simplest algorithm is one piece a day. Don't sleep if you can't finish it!

I can't tell the difference between day and night, morning and night, and I can't just sleep, I have to fight with my life, with the shaft and these seven sweaters! During the day and night, he was often so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, his arms were sore and sore, and his fingertips would only tremble if they were free! That machine never stopped "swiping". The lights in that house never went out no matter it was day or night. The electricity bill must have been exceeded. Let’s go super, who will let the United States have electricity!Aren't the lights on for watching TV and dancing?How can I save time when I just work!

When Guo Yan came back from get off work, she saw Wang Qiming ignoring his head and shaving his face, looking like a convict serving a sentence, and his heart ached. As soon as she entered the door, without further ado, she first took the piece of sweater he had knocked off and hooked it up without stopping. The work she does is meticulous and exquisite. "It's more caring than working for your boss Ma!" He said jokingly. "Of course." She pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, "If you don't work hard for yourself, you won't be a fool!" During the seven days, Wang Qiming slept for more than 20 hours and took a bath once.

Lying in the tub, he fell asleep and nearly drowned in it. Guo Yan helped Wang Qiming, who was in a daze, out of the bathtub, and dried him hand by hand. "You are much thinner." She said distressedly. "Yes." She helped him put on the small pair of jeans, and found with emotion that his waist was half a circle thinner. "What can I do," she said, "I can't even wear a small size around my waist." "Come on tomorrow, you can go to the children's store and buy me a new one!" Just like that, seven samples were completed on the seventh day.

Guo Yan admired the seven sweaters, feeling both happy and bitter. She didn't know what to say, what to say. She turned her head to call her husband, but saw her husband, who had already put on his shirt and half-knotted tie, and was about to deliver the goods, fell asleep on the sofa. Not knowing what to do, she squatted in front of him, watched his sleeping state, and woke him up after a while. He got up in a daze, asked his wife to tie the tie and put on the suit, and blinked vigorously. "Are you awake?" she asked. "Are you awake?" he replied. "Go ahead and shake up the fashion avenue!" she said, full of encouragement and anticipation.

Wang Qiming nodded confidently: "Yan'er, just look at it!" This clothing showroom was run by an Italian designer named Anthony.Anthony, this name sounds like a strong and handsome young man, but in fact, he is a gentle and elegant little old man, the same little old man who received Wang Qiming last time. Of course, the little old man in front of him must have been a handsome young man back then; if there is a handsome young man in front of him, he can't help but become a young old man in the future. This is what Wang Qiming thought when he examined Anthony's samples one by one.

For some reason, he found the idea amusing. Anthony went through each sample one by one.His eyes were critical and stern, clearly of a high professional standard. Wang Qiming was a little worried about his craftsmanship.However, worry is nothing but worry, but you can't show it at all on your face. In the United States, showing lack of self-confidence is no different from jumping into a river and hanging yourself. Anthony finally raised his head, and said softly in his not-so-sophisticated English: "Very good. I am very satisfied." A stone in Wang Qiming's heart fell to the ground.

Anthony took out a dozen more sketches from the cabinet and spread them out on the desk. "Here are twelve sketches," said Anthony, "and you take them, perfect them, and make a sample." Wang Qiming leaned down and looked at the sketches one by one, "Young man." Anthony urged again, "You have to make samples before August 20th. I know that this deadline is harsh. But you and I There is no way, because there is a world-class fashion show in New York at the end of September. I don't want to lose this opportunity - and neither do you." "yes."

Wang Qiming nodded.After arriving in the United States, he dared to confess what the word "opportunity" meant. Anthony took the checkbook out of the drawer. Wang Qiming stared at the notebook. Anthony quickly wrote the number and his signature on it. "Young man, I hope you can accept it." Anthony handed the check to Wang Qiming. Wang Qiming glanced at the check with the corner of his eye. 2400 US dollars. His heart beat several times faster. "Thank you, thank you!" He took the check and shook Anthony's hand. Anthony patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, young man, you are always welcome here!" Wang Qiming walked into the clothing showroom.That check inspired him. 2,400 yuan a week. One month, that is 9600 yuan! covered! Who would have thought that! He forgot his fatigue and the reserve of the Orientals, running and jumping on Seventh Avenue. Fortunately, Americans have seen a lot, and no one has cast a second glance at his ecstatic behavior.In order to get more information on American fashion trends, Wang Qiming began to spend some time on the streets. He took a small notebook and read from fashion store to fashion store.Before each window, he has to stand for a long time. In the past, the most troublesome thing for him was to accompany Guo Yan to go shopping and look at clothes. At that time, he thought it was a waste of time and energy. "With that time, what's wrong with doing something?" At that time, he often said so. But now, he is interested in looking at the windows and shopping one by one. In order to survive, you have to change yourself. Actually, it's very easy. He turned two streets unknowingly, and suddenly felt that the window here was a little different from the one in front. Sexual organs of both sexes became exhibits for public exhibition in these windows. The pictures in various sex positions are also enlarged, filling the windows. As for the photos of naked beauties, they were made larger than life and hung on the walls of the store buildings. In addition to these stores, there are several X-rated theaters, tightly packed together. Clubs full of sexual content are also juxtaposed, vying to attract business. Where is this? Wang Qiming remembered that when he was in Xiangyuan Building, the chef and "wok" all mentioned this place with relish, saying that it was close to Times Square, it was 42nd Street in New York, "the most romantic place". Wang Qiming found the street sign and walked for a year. Yes, it read clearly: "Forty-two Street." Driven by a kind of curiosity, he decided to go into a theater to see it. This is a dirty, smelly little movie theater. In the dark auditorium, he couldn't see anything at first, but when he saw the picture on the screen clearly, he was startled. What was being shown was a nasty pornographic film. He sat down, and before he could sit still, a nearly naked foreign woman wrapped in a smell of inferior perfume sat down on his lap. "Do you want to go to a one-on-one room?" That's what she said at the beginning. Wang Qiming was startled at first, but after turning his muscles, he hurriedly shook his head vigorously. "I'll let you have a good time. I'll bring you joy." These words are obviously the professional language of the girls here, although they are sweet and greasy, if they still make people feel only a kind of fear. The foreign woman was very experienced, and without waiting for Wang Qiming's consent, she dragged him into a dark room step by step. Could this be a box? The film on the screen can be clearly seen from the inside, and there is only room for two people in the room. As soon as Wang Qiming sat down, the woman's long hair was already dangling on his lower abdomen. The woman's nasty words comforted him and made him relax, but he was so nervous that he couldn't do anything. "Are you chiken?" The foreign woman said and patted his butt, "Get up, it's over.) Wang Qiming panicked, pulled up his pants and was about to leave. The foreign woman stretched out a hand to stop him. He quickly took out twenty yuan and handed it to her. The foreign woman held out another hand. He shakes his head. "Stingy!" the foreign woman scolded him and pushed him out of the dark room. Wang Qiming ran out of the cinema while buckling his belt.He came to the road, didn't look sideways, plunged into the subway, and went home honestly. From then on, he never dared to wander around again. Every new immigrant has a dream. This dream is to buy a car. Every immigrant to the United States will find that this dream is the easiest to realize. There are too many cars in the United States, which is a disaster and a disaster. It is easy to buy a car. However, if you want to dream of other dreams, such as living well, eating well, and sleeping well, these dreams were not dreams at all before you came to the United States. To realize them in the United States is as difficult as reaching the sky, and you must have two brushes. Without much effort, Wang Qiming got a driver's license. He spent another $400 on a 1976 Buic. One of the joys of American life is driving a car. Now that Wang Qiming has come to the United States, and now that he has his own wealth, he has to live the addiction of the Americans.go for a ride! One long weekend, he invited a few guests to Jones Beach on Long Island. Several guests are acquaintances. One is Xiao Li from the restaurant.Another is Chen Fen, a painter from the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing, and Chen Fen's wife, Yang Lan.Yang Lan came to the United States as an accompanying student, and is working as a nanny in an American home. Everyone was so busy on weekdays that they couldn't take care of their heads, and no one had time to go out for a walk, so when they got in that old car, they all screamed and felt happy like never before. The car was full of people, and the four tires of the classic car were flattened. The body of the car was rubbing against the ground, and it ran forward with a heavy breath. The windows of the car are open, and the pleasant wind blows in, caressing people's faces, a picture of poor buddies, a car full of laughter.Everyone was singing, chirping, and cheering like a bird out of a cage. "what--!" Chen Fen yelled, everyone didn't know what happened, they all looked at him. "Sun, the sun of America!" With his voice like this, everyone knows that he is going to make a poem.Everyone held back their laughter and listened to Chen Fen recite his poems. ... I appreciate you, I love you. Only you, not someone else, Only you, fairest and most selfless, ignore him, How great and rich as hell, can only accept your a piece of sunshine— Same as everyone! Although I Clinking poorly, but i can too get mine That sunshine. no one can stop no one can limit; ah sun, Fair sun! No one dared to say—not even Chen Fen himself—how good this poem was, let alone what a great poet Chen Fen was.However, there are a few lines in this poem that warm the hearts of these poor guys. Wang Qiming also shouted: "Ah, Sun, you are good enough buddies!" Xiao Li shouted: "Sun! If only I could see you every day, it would be great!" "What's the matter today," Yang Lan said, "I'm sighing at the sun." "It's rare for me to see the sun." Wang Qiming said. "Me too." Xiao Li said. "I bask in the sun every day." Chen Fen went on to say, "Central Park and Fifth Avenue, I sit under the sun every day for a whole day, drawing those big fat women who can't write, every day I It makes my mouth dry and my eyes dizzy." "Bright Dawn Reflecting the golden Beijing solemn music, Reporting the dawn of the motherland..." Guo Yan, who was sitting by the side, hummed "Ode to Beijing" in a low voice. Everyone also stopped, talking and singing together. "Ah, Beijing Beijing……" The car drove to Jones Beach. They jumped out of the car and walked to the beach, holding hands, looking out into the depths of the ocean. The horizon stretches as far as the eye can see. "Where is that over there?" Xiao Li looked at the ocean and asked softly. Everyone knows that if you go down the ocean, if you can go down like this, you will encounter a city. They are all from that city. The people there are very familiar, they speak the Beijing dialect with a slight twist, and they ride bicycles. Wang Qiming also seemed to hear the sound of the band tuning in the rehearsal hall of the orchestra, and the sound of Ning Ning practicing the piano. They stand there. The tide was high, and the seawater wet their trousers.