Chapter 10 Section 09

Thousands of pounds of wool filled the living room and bedroom of Wang Qiming's house. The double bed where they slept and the tabletop where they were ironing were the only two empty spaces where wool was not piled up. Although they were picked up, the square tables, small cabinets, and sofas were really painstakingly moved, and the couple painstakingly moved them downstairs and put them on the side of the road, waiting for the new immigrants to give them back to them. move away. Throughout the house, the air was filled with the smell of wool, which made their noses and eyes itchy and sneezing incessantly.

Guo Yan invited an assistant, either a stranger, or Xiumei who worked together in the Majia sweater factory.Xiumei came to the United States from Taiwan, and worked with Guo Yan and had a good relationship.Besides, she works diligently, doesn't like to talk, and is absolutely honest and honest. Guo Yan regards her very highly, and she is also an extremely reliable right-hand man.opened.Some workers recruited by Wang Qiming and Guo Yan walked into this half-apartment half-factory house full of curiosity. They are indeed full of curiosity.Because of their new boss, what kind of business can a poor boy who just came to the United States from the mainland for more than a year do.

When Wang Qiming and Guo Yan were not present, they talked and speculated one after another. Some said: "You have to think carefully about whether to give him this job, I'm afraid this kid won't be able to pay his wages!" Some said: "People from mainland China are really talented. I have been working in New York for almost 20 years, and I dream of being a boss every day, but I don't think so. I have to see what this kid is capable of. " Some are very politically savvy: "In my opinion, this kid has a background, and the CCP must have paid him money to set aside a piece of land in New York to engage in the United Front."

Everyone has a brain, and everyone can speculate and conceive according to their own logic, their own habits, and their own thinking.As for the reality, that is another matter. As for what Wang Qiming and Guo Yan thought, these workers absolutely couldn't guess. why? Because they don't care what these people think.Their thoughts are full of knitting and making money.This has made them flustered, who cares what other people think and say?It is important to get this small step factory up and running as quickly as possible. Guo Yan showed her talents in business management that she had never shown before.

In the few days after opening, she was the one directing her new subordinates: "Mrs. Zhang, this batch of goods is going to be sold first, so please hurry up. You are famous for your quick hands. "Mr. Lu, you can talk about the speed of your work, but you have to be careful in the rough. If you make a mistake, it's your own business to rework and dismantle it. "Sister Ailian, don't worry about the work, you won't be able to stop it. As long as our hands keep up and the goods can go out, this work can only be done more and more. Don't worry! "It's not that I'm talking big, you can't do without a penny of salary, Mama Yang! Don't worry!"

It is difficult to deal with these workers.Most of them were "poached" by Guo Yan and Xiumei from other factories by virtue of their personal relationship, so they could neither manage nor offend them. The Chinese talk about the mean, but in fact the middle way is very difficult to walk. When the workers got their work and went home to do it, Xiumei walked over to Guo Yan and said, "Sister Yan, you can't do business if you are too polite. You have just opened, and this is the first batch of goods. The problem is that it is a trivial matter if the money cannot be recovered, but if the credit is gone, there is no way to explain it, and it will all be over!"

"I know this, but I offended people, the goods can't be sold, and the work can't be delivered on time. It's still not the same." "But what if there is a defective product?" "It's okay, I'll change it." Xiumei smiled understandingly: "If the bosses are like you, then the business..." "Don't Hunchun have to pay for everything. Isn't it?" Guo Yan was happy. Xiumei also laughed: "Don't be like that, the more good bosses there are, the better." Xiumei shook her head and walked out of the room. Guo Yan lowered her head, thought about what Xiumei said for a while, and felt that it was reasonable, and they were all reasonable; she also made up her mind to learn to be tougher in the future.She made up her mind, and felt much more at ease in her heart. She raised her head and couldn't hit Wang Qiming anymore."

"Get up! Get up!" she cried. "Where am I!" It turned out that Wang Qiming was sitting not far from Guo Yan, but he was surrounded by wool and Guo Yan couldn't see him. "What do you want me for?" Wang Qiming asked. "Nothing," Guo Yan couldn't help laughing, "I can't see you, I'm afraid you'll be buried alive by wool!" "It's not like that. At most, I'm fainted from the heat." Guo Yan walked through the woolen walls, took Wang Qiming, and couldn't help saying "Yo": "I'm talking about Ming, why didn't you wear anything—there were so many people here just now!"

Wang Qiming was only wearing a pair of shorts, naked and barebacked, his neck was sweating, and dense sweat particles glistened on his spine. "Aren't I still wearing shorts?" Wang Qiming explained to himself. "I'm going to turn on the air conditioner." "I tried it, but it doesn't work. Don't iron clothes when you turn on the air conditioner, and don't turn on the air conditioner when you iron." "We are suffering!" Guo Yan said, turning around to iron the clothes. "Hey, you have to endure hardships to become a master."

Wang Qiming talked to himself, as if he was laughing at himself or cheering himself up. To say that suffering is suffering, he is regarded as a master.In order to save money, he now has multiple jobs for one person; designing, drawing, ironing, and going out to negotiate; in order to enhance his competitiveness, he also took the initiative to deliver materials to the door of female workers with children. In less than a month, he even woke up from bed in the morning. There is not enough energy to climb up the career. You can call it a boss, or you can call it a coolie. Whatever it is, just make money!

He put the phone next to the ironing board, with the handset tucked around his neck, and contacted the customer: "... Well, tomorrow afternoon... Of course it's all. Yes, I'm fully staffed here, and I will never miss your business, Mr. Anthony. I have seen your sketches? I added my ideas, you think How is it? Thank you, thank you for your compliment. Then I will start to follow this picture. Okay, I will deliver the goods to you on time! Goodbye!" He put down the phone and asked Guo Yan again: "Yan'er! There are a total of 110 finished drawings of 334, 335, 226, and 215, and they will all be ready tomorrow morning." "No problem." Guo Yan replied, and then asked Xiumei, "What do you think?" Xiumei made some calculations and said, "There are not many companies that deliver goods within a few days of opening. If you want to explain that you can deliver goods early, you have to work night shifts." "If you work on night shift, you will work on night shift; for the first batch of goods, just try to get credit!" "But you also have to be on guard against customers asking for such fast delivery—you can't work nights every day!" "Don't worry about that, Mr. Anthony is knowledgeable. He also engages in design and exhibition sales. He should understand how much work it takes to weave clothes a year." A day passed quickly in a busy day. The three of them didn't have dinner. "Dinner" consisted of bread slices and a dozen tins that Xiumei bought from the supermarket. They ate and worked, eating with their mouths, and kept doing their work with their hands, without delay, the work was done quickly, and the food was delicious. The iron in Wang Qiming's hand never stopped.When there were calls from the woolen factory urging payment, he always responded with a microphone while ironing. Xiumei sewed shoulder pads and trademarks on the inside of the sweater. It was really a flying stitch, and her slender hands flew up and down, making people dazzled. The most annoying job was done by Guo Yan.She wants to fix all the unqualified clothes.Dismantle first, then weave.No matter how many faults there are in the sweaters, they are all very beautiful after being modified by her hands. The night melted in their fingers again, and the morning came. Guo Yan pushed Xiumei inside to lie down for a while.After she settled down, Xiumei lay down in the bedroom and then returned to the living room, only to see Wang Qiming was already snoring on a cardboard box. He pillows on those sweaters that were desperately finished. Wang Qiming woke up at eight in the morning.He looked at his watch, remembering that he had promised Anthony to deliver the goods at nine o'clock, and hurriedly stood up.Bang Guo Yan and Xiumei woke up quickly and loaded the goods into the classic car. The front seat, back seat and trunk of the car were all loaded with goods, so Wang Qiming had to leave a place to drive. "Are you awake?" Guo Yan asked her husband very worriedly, seeing his sleepy eyes. "I'm awake." Wang Qiming replied, squeezing his eyes hard, in order to let his tired eyes see things more clearly. "Can I drive?" the wife asked again. "can." "Be careful!" "Hey, be careful!" Wang Qiming agreed so hard, Guo Yan still couldn't feel relieved. "Drive slowly, don't overturn the car." "I," Wang Qiming got into the car, "even for the fruit of my labor, I can't overturn the car!" With that said, he closed the door and started the car. "You guys just stay home and listen to the good news!" After speaking, he yawned and left home in his crooked classic car, heading straight for Manhattan. The man is gone, and Guo Yan's heart is not at home anymore.She was supposed to continue the work with Xiumei, but for some reason, her heart couldn't calm down. "You said, he should be here now?" Guo Yan asked Xiumei. "I'll have to wait a while," Xiumei said objectively, looking up at the wall clock, while still working with her head down. "I don't know if Mr. Anthony likes the shipment." Xiumei smiled and said, "Our sweaters are considered good in New York. If he knows what to buy, he must like it!" "I said yes!" The two were quiet for a while, and it was Guo Yan who broke the silence again. "Xiumei, tell me about the appearance Ming designed, does it suit Anthony's taste?" "Isn't it Anthony's sketch? How could it not be to his taste?" "Wang Qiming is very courageous. He saw Anthony's schematic sketch, and he took it and changed it, adding his own ideas; some of the designs were designed with quite a lot of changes. Mr. Anthony is an old designer, and he doesn't think it hurts his self-esteem. ?" Xiumei thought about it again, and said, "It's not like this in the United States. If the product is good, it's good, and if it's beautifully designed, it's beautiful. Mr. Anthony and your husband collaborated on the design. I think the relationship is very good, and there will be no such branches and forks." ." "That's good." "You should rest assured." "I'm relieved." Xiumei couldn't help laughing, and comforted Guo Yan, "I'm in the United States, and I made sweaters a year earlier than you. I know, this batch of goods..." "How about it?" "It's the best!" In this way, the two talked and worked.Guo Yan waited anxiously, for a while she put down her work and went to visit at the window, and for a while she hoped to hear some words of comfort from Xiumei, restless. Near noon, Guo Yan suddenly heard three horns downstairs. "Come back!" she shouted, rushing to the window. Sure enough, it was Wang Qiming who came back in that classic car. "Why is he walking so slowly? Why is he listless? Could it be..." Guo Yan said to herself anxiously. Talking to herself like this, Guo Yan dared not get up to meet Wang Qiming.The door opened, and Wang Qiming, who was exhausted, leaned against the door and looked at Guo Yan. Xiumei greeted Wang Qiming: "Are you back? Has the goods been delivered?" Wang Qiming nodded. Guo Yan finally couldn't stand it any longer, she asked her husband eagerly, "How is it, is Mr. Anthony satisfied?" Wang Qiming didn't answer, and slowly pulled out a piece of paper from his suit pocket, and waved it at Guo Yan. Both Guo Yan and Xiumei could see clearly that it was a check. "Take it." Wang Qiming said weakly, pointing at the check with his fingertips, and added: "US$60,000." Guo Yan didn't say anything.She wanted to throw herself into her husband's arms, she wanted to kiss him, she wanted to hold his thin face and let her tears wash away his fatigue. However, she didn't do anything about it.She didn't move a step, just stood where she was, cupped her face, and started to cry like a five or six year old girl. Xiumei walked away from here at some point. Wang Qiming walked over unsteadily, put his arms around her trembling shoulders, and persuaded her in a low voice, "Don't cry, don't cry, we are standing in America, Swallow!" Guo Yan sobbed and said, "I shouldn't...cry, but, I...I can't help it." "I know." "We... no, you want to, do something?" Wang Qiming said two words softly. Guo Yan didn't hear clearly, and asked again: "What?" "sleep." Guo Yan nodded and asked her husband to hold her waist.The two supported each other and walked into their bedroom. After a deep, sweet sleep, they saw that it was almost evening.The setting sun put a touch of orange red on the window screen. None of them was in a hurry to get up, lying on the bed and looking out the window, enjoying the laziness and sweet happiness that they had never felt after the extreme fatigue. He touched her bare shoulders, arms and chest, facing the ceiling, recalling the scene of handing over the goods with Anthony.She leaned her head on his generous chest, listening to his story, as honest as a kitten. "When I walked into his showroom, he was busy with other clients. But he saw me, you understand? And he just walked over—putting down another client and came over, you understand? That means He valued me. He said, Hi, Chineseboy! He said I was a little Chinese boy. " Guo Yan hid in his arms and laughed. "Don't laugh," he said, "this old Italian man saw our wares. He saw very carefully, very carefully, his old eyes must be poisonous, like the eyes of an eagle, no one should fool him, what's the matter-- Even the slightest ailment--couldn't escape him, I daresay!" "Did he find fault?" "There is nothing wrong with our goods, that's the most important thing! No matter how carefully he looks at it, he won't pick the bones out of the eggs. But to be honest, my heart was "thumping" at the time, and it was coming out of my throat He jumped out. This old man really knows how to catch people. He raised his face and said to me: "Very good, Chinese boy! Very good, Chinese boy! Then, he wrote this check." "He's so nice." "It's true, but more importantly, our products are good!" Wang Qiming said confidently, "Our workers are also top-notch, and their craftsmanship is almost impeccable." "We have a great relationship with workers, and that's really important, important." "Why is there such a good relationship?" "They say we never put on airs, so they have a good time doing it." "What we call it is that cadres and the masses work together; only when they eat, live and work with the masses can they mobilize the enthusiasm of the masses." "Your words sound very familiar." "I have received this kind of education since I was a child, and now I have been blessed with this education!" The two laughed happily. "I'm hungry." Wang Qiming reminded his wife in a low voice. "I'm going to cook you noodles." "He pressed Guo Yan who was about to get up, and said: "I have an idea. " "what idea?" "Down to the restaurant. We should go to the restaurant for dinner." Guo Yan was stunned, and almost opened her mouth. Looking at her husband, she suddenly hugged her husband's neck in surprise, and shouted loudly: "Really? Let's go! Let's go!" Wang Qiming tried his best to free himself from her arms, and said with a smile, "Yes, let's go now. But, we are so naked, any restaurant will throw us out!" It was a Chinese restaurant specializing in Sichuan-Yang cuisine.This is certainly not the best Chinese restaurant in the United States, but it impressed them the most.Because it was the first restaurant they walked into after landing on American soil. What they ordered was roast duck and some other stir-fried dishes.They ate so well and so quickly that it was like a hurricane blowing across the table. Wang Qiming is still not satisfied.He asked the boss to boil the duck rack into soup, and put cabbage and tofu in the soup. "There's nothing like cabbage and tofu!" he said. The boss told them that this restaurant has always had a "one duck, two meals" way of eating. After a while, according to Wang Qiming's intention, duck rack soup was served. Since then, Wang Qiming and Guo Yan have come to this restaurant to "eat one duck and two meals" as soon as the goods are shipped, and discuss business and discuss the wage share for the workers. The restaurant became half of their manager's office. If the owner of this restaurant is a careful person, or in other words, he is a boss who likes to comment on customers, then he will tell his relatives and friends that the couple from Beijing who always come to "eat one duck and two meals" later In the past year, there have been great changes, at least in appearance. When Wang Qiming first came, he was wearing a pair of jeans. Soon, the trousers were replaced by suit pants. The top was ironed flat, and the tie became more and more high-end and more beautiful. Guo Yan's clothing has gradually changed, of course, in the direction of being more elegant and better.Not only that, she also added some gold or silver jewelry on her neck, wrist, and fingers.It was also noticeable that she had started to make up, her fingernails and lips had been painted red, which really made her younger and prettier. Of course, it's not just the young couple from Beijing who have changed, but also the owner of the restaurant. It starts with the restaurateur's subtle twist on what they're called.At first, he called them "Madam and Sir," and now he called them "Boss Wang, Mrs. Wang", and often complimented Mrs. Wang's new clothes, which inevitably required Wang Qiming to spend a few dollars in tips. Wang Qiming is getting used to these services more and more.Having said that, it's really easy to get used to. Once, when Wang Qiming and his wife ate with great interest, Wang Qiming suddenly remembered something, pulled Guo Yan away from the table, and walked back. "Where are you going?" Guo Yan asked him. Wang Qiming didn't answer, and went straight to the operating room. In the operating room, steam filled the air. Wang Qiming saw the sink at a glance.A young Chinese man was washing dishes with his head down, sweating profusely, with a hill of dishes piled up beside him.Wang Qiming was fascinated by the look of the young man working hard. Guo Yan understood Wang Qiming's mood at that time, and stood beside her husband without saying a word. The boss followed into the operating room. "Oh, Boss Wang is very happy," said the restaurant owner, "Want to see the roast duck? Shall I show you?" "No," Wang Qiming didn't take his eyes off the young man, "I'll just take a look at this." "It's okay, that's okay," the boss stood beside him puzzled." "Washing dishes is very hard," Wang Qiming said to the boss, "really hard work!" "Yes Yes." "The salary is lower than that of the waiter, and there are no tips." "Yes Yes." Wang Qiming pointed to the young man and said to the boss, "Young man is very capable." The restaurant owner didn't know what he meant, so he echoed all the way: "Capable, capable." Wang Qiming looked at it, reached out to touch his pocket, touched this and then that. Of course Guo Yan knew what he was looking for, so she took out five dollars from her tiger leather wallet and handed it to her husband. Wang Qiming took the money and walked up to the young man, and put the money into the pocket of the young man's apron. The young man stopped what he was doing and looked at Wang Qiming, not understanding what was going on for a while. The owner of the restaurant taught him how to speak: "Thank you, why don't you thank Boss Wang soon?" The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Thank you! Thank you, Boss Wang!" Wang Qiming asked, "From Beijing?" The boy nodded. "Work hard, buddies," Wang Qiming said, "in the future, you will be promising!" The young man nodded foolishly. Wang Qiming patted the boy on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the operating room.