Two hours later, Mr. Wang left the room with satisfaction, leaving a bank card for Chen Lu before leaving.
Chen Lu's hair on the bed was already soaked. I don't know whether it was because she didn't blow dry it during the shower or because of tears.
As soon as Mr. Wang went out, Chen Lu threw the bank card out with all her strength. She closed her eyes and the light in the room hit the tip of her nose. The clear light seemed to have no obstruction.
Chen Lu stood up and walked to the sofa, but never sat down. She disliked the filthy bed, and she couldn't accept the messy sofa.
In the end, she could only squat on the floor in the corner, covering herself with clothes.
Chen Lu couldn't believe it. She actually accepted Mr. Wang, that middle-aged man with a greasy face. Thinking back to everything just now, Chen Lu felt as if ants had crawled over her whole body. She rushed into the bathroom and opened the door.
Faucet, let yourself be drowned by rain and tears.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Lu finally calmed down.
There were no tears on her face, but a hint of cold toughness. She picked up the bath towel next to her and wiped her body, then got dressed slowly.
Before going out, Chen Lu picked up the bank card on the ground.
He broke it into pieces and threw it into the trash can next to him.
This is Chen Lu's last dignity.
Chen Lu was a bit of a germaphobe. When she got home, she threw the changed clothes directly into a garbage bag and placed it at the door. She went to the bathroom and showered several times before going to bed.
Taking out her mobile phone and looking at Li Xiang's WeChat profile picture, Chen Lu burst into tears again.
"Are you there?" Chen Lu asked anyway.
After a few minutes, Li Xiang finally replied: "Why aren't you sleeping so late?"
Chen Lu: "Can't sleep."
Li Xiang: "Not with Yi Yao?"
Chen Lu was filled with grievances, but even so, Yi Yao was still included in Li Xiang's words.
Chen Lu wiped her tears: "Can I ask you a question?"
Li Xiang: "Say."
Chen Lu: "Can I like you?"
Chen Lu didn't ask Li Xiangxi if he liked her, she asked if I could like you. Perhaps Chen Lu also knew at this moment that she seemed to be no longer qualified to like Li Xiang anymore. She was so...
Li Xiang didn't reply for a long time, as if he had been thinking about it for a long time.
"Chen Lu, I have someone I like."
Chen Lu still didn't give up and asked him: "Is it Yi Yao?"
Li Xiang never replied to the message, and Chen Lu's heart became stiff and sad little by little.
…
This morning, Qin Mo hired another employee, a sophomore junior college student named Li Qian, who worked part-time in ordering, shipping and customer service. He didn't have to go to work on time every day, he only managed the backend user inquiries during the live broadcast.
Place an order, go to the company in the afternoon to sort out the clothes for delivery, pack them and wait for the courier to pick them up at your door.
Seventy yuan a day does not delay class, and both parties are quite satisfied.
Yi Yao could tell that Qin Mo was helping her reduce work pressure. Now that she had free time, she naturally had time to think about putting bamboo crafts on the shelves.
After finishing the first live broadcast in the morning, Yi Yao ordered work meals for several other people and took Qin Mo out.
Seeing Yi Yao throw the car keys to him, Qin Mo was a little surprised: "What is this for?"
Yi Yao rolled his eyes: "What do you think? I can't stand your insinuations every day. I'm afraid you will get sick if you wait any longer."
Qin Mo understood what Yi Yao said instantly, started the BMW and drove straight to Heiquan Community.
Yi Yao actually knew that it was very risky to use bamboo weaving handicrafts for promotion at this time. After all, there was no correlation between the two products. Her previous promise to Qin Mo was actually more of a stopgap measure. After all, the two of them kept fighting.
Sooner or later the company will go bankrupt.
But it’s not completely impossible. The key is how to find an entry point to create a connection between the two products.
Qin Mo drove very fast. It took her one and a half hours to reach Heiquan Community, which usually takes two hours.
When getting off the car, Yi Yao still reminded Qin Mo: "Don't be too public. Let's take a look at the samples today to see if there are any suitable for promotion. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Mo couldn't stop laughing: "Understand, understand, don't give people too much hope before things are finalized, isn't that what you mean?"
Knowing that Qin Mo would not mess around, Yi Yao got out of the car with peace of mind.
Qin Yanshan had a "studio" in a wooden house on the side of the mountain. When the two arrived, a group of people were busy making bamboo weaving.
There are actually three main processes in bamboo weaving: material processing, weaving, and finishing.
However, as a handmade bamboo weaving, the process at each stage is extremely complicated. Taking material processing as an example, before fresh bamboo enters the weaving process, it must first be repeatedly exposed to the sun and rain, and after a period of storage, when used,
It also needs to be soaked in the mill canal for at least two days and two nights. This kind of bamboo has the highest flexibility and is more suitable for processing. After that, it has to undergo extremely demanding breaking and scraping to finally make bamboo that meets the requirements.
For different bamboo weaving crafts, the thickness of the bamboo strips required is different, and the weaving process is also different. The common closing processes include edge locking, last stick, and edge wrapping, and the processes in the weaving process are more complicated.
The craftsmen who are responsible for the preliminary processing of materials in Heiquan community are also called "banner craftsmen". Even though their work seems very simple, the quality of the bamboo strips made by a good bamboo craftsman can almost determine the overall trend of bamboo weaving crafts.
Uncle Zhang was also there, and seemed very happy to see Qin Mo and Yi Yao come to the door. He took them to meet Qin Yanshan, and then took them directly to a "warehouse" behind the main house.
It is said to be a warehouse, but in fact it does not occupy a large area. It is more like a scaled-down exhibition hall. Bamboo handicrafts are placed on bamboo shelves. There are bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets that can be used daily, as well as bamboo baskets to cater to modern people.
Bowl mats, vegetable baskets, storage baskets, etc. are made based on demand. On the bamboo shelves on the other side are mostly real handicrafts, various flowers, birds, fish and insects, and some architectural models.
"How long does it take to make something like this?"
Yi Yao pointed to an architectural model on the shelf next to him and asked.
Qin Mo seemed to be very good at it, and said impatiently before Uncle Zhang could speak: "This is difficult. The blue paint process like this is more complicated. The hand-weaving process alone takes five or six months.
All in all, it will take seven or eight months."
Such a long construction period made Yi Yao feel unsure. She actually felt that the bamboo woven products of this kind of handicraft were more likely to find a fit with their clothing, and it was barely acceptable as a welfare promotion.
Long construction period also means high price, obviously this type of product is not suitable.
After settling for the next best thing, Yi Yao became interested in the storage basket next to her: "What about this kind?"
Qin Mo immediately brought two over, pointed at one of them and said: "It takes a little longer to make such fine work. You can make three or five in a day."
She pointed to the rougher-looking one next to her: "This kind of rough work is quick, twenty of them a day won't be a problem."
Yi Yao stopped asking Qin Mo, and instead walked to Uncle Zhang, took a finely crafted storage basket and asked, "Uncle Zhang, how much does one like this cost?"
Uncle Zhang didn't hesitate: "People who come to sell goods from the south charge fifteen yuan a piece, and if you sell them individually, they basically cost thirty or fifty yuan."
Yi Yao didn't expect that the ex-factory price of such an exquisite storage basket would be so cheap.
Yi Yao had a plan in mind, and the two of them stayed at Qin Yanshan until evening, and then went back after dinner.
On the way, Qin Mo kept waiting for Yi Yao to speak, but the man's mouth seemed to be locked.
Qin Mo couldn't bear his temper and asked Yi Yao: "Mr. Yi, how are you? What are your plans?"
Yi Yao sighed and turned to Qin Mo: "I told you, you can't be angry."