Chu Heng soon followed his secretary to Meng Huazhi's table.
Except for Mr. Meng, the people eating at this table were basically the leaders of various departments in the ministry. After greeting each one with a playful smile, he sat down next to Meng Huazhi and asked: "Boss, are you looking for me?"
Is there something wrong with me?"
Meng Da Lao swallowed a piece of fat in his mouth, looked at him with a straight face, and asked in a bad tone: "Ren Yiping, did you send me there, you bastard?"
"No, absolutely not. He went there by himself. This has nothing to do with me." Chu Heng shook his head vigorously, firmly denying it, and then asked curiously: "But boss, what are you talking about with Ren Yiping?"
What did you say? Why did he come back so obediently after such a long time?"
"What does it have to do with you, you bastard?" Meng Huazhi rolled his eyes at him.
"Tsk tsk, you are really using people to look forward and not using people to look behind you." Chu Heng curled his lips, turned to complain to the other elders at the table with an annoyed look on his face: "Boss leaders, look at Leader Meng.
When you are using me, just open your mouth and shut up, you little bastard! Just watch, if this continues, it won’t be long before following the fables of Mr. Dong Guo and the Wolf, and the Farmer and the Snake.
The appearance of Chu Heng and Meng Huazhi will ruin the reputation of our department."
"Hahaha."
"You kid, are you comparing Lao Meng to an animal?"
"I've long heard that Xiao Chu has a good mouth, and now I've seen it, haha!"
Everyone at the table burst into laughter. They all hold high positions, and usually there are no white people around them, but there are scholars who talk and laugh. It is rare to hear such witticisms, or no one is ready to talk nonsense in front of them.
"I think you deserve a beating again! You're getting better and better every day." Meng Huazhi's face instantly turned black. He raised his hand and slapped Chu Heng on the back of the head. The slap was neither light nor hard.
But it was stained with hand oil. He rubbed his hand on the guy's shoulder with a look of disgust, and then asked the main topic: "I heard that the man named Gao Ling has come to complete the formalities. When will your clothing store be able to open it?"
Opening?”
Hearing this, the others also pricked up their ears and turned their eyes to Chu Heng.
They had long heard Meng Huazhi boast that after the clothing store opened, they could earn at least tens of thousands of dollars. This amount of money was not a small amount for the poor Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they could do a lot.
Things, so everyone is very concerned about this matter.
"There's no hurry. Let's tease those foreign women for a while and raise our expectations first." Chu Heng, who was being watched by everyone, calmly picked up a piece of oily meat and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying it with relish.
While eating, he casually replied: "And now Gao Ling doesn't have a few designs in hand. Even if she opens the business, she won't be able to produce anything. We have to wait for her to come up with twenty or thirty designs before we study the opening. Eh,
By the way, what I told you last time, asking you to find someone to collect some fabrics that can be found on the market, how did it go?"
"It's already being done. In two days at most, everything will be collected." Mr. Meng thought about the word "expected value" for a moment, and soon understood the plan of this person. He just wanted to hoard it, and then he
I couldn't help but ask: "How do you plan to price it? Can a set of clothes really sell for several thousand?"
"It depends on the situation, but a few thousand is definitely no problem." Chu Heng swallowed hard, took Meng Huazhi's soup bowl and took a sip before speaking out his thoughts: "I
The plan is to first set a threshold of two thousand yuan, which means that as long as you ask Gao Ling to design clothes, the cheapest one will cost two thousand yuan. Even a pair of socks is the same price. If it goes above that, it will not be affordable.
, tens of thousands, dozens of people, it depends on the material, and I also plan to limit the purchase, this..."
"Wait a minute!"
Before he could finish his words, Leader Ma who was sitting aside suddenly interrupted him and asked dumbfoundedly: "Did I hear you right? You want to sell a set of clothes for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? What kind of clothes do you want to sell for so much?"
Is it expensive? Is it inlaid with gold? Can anyone buy this thing?"
Faced with the elder's doubts, Chu Heng, who was interrupted, did not dare to get angry. He could only roll his eyes secretly and patiently explained: "Boss, a set of clothes is worth tens of thousands. In fact, hundreds of thousands are not worth it."
Not surprising, just like you said, if we use the best fabric for it, use some gold thread, and sew a few gems on it, the price will naturally rise. As for whether anyone will buy it, I think it should be
Yes, but you have to touch this."
"So that's it."
Leader Ma nodded suddenly and stopped paying attention to this issue. Use gold wire or gemstones, let alone tens of thousands, millions will do. The key is to see if anyone will buy it.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Meng asked some more questions about the clothing store and his needs, and finally told him to send Chu Heng away as soon as possible, who wanted to steal meat from his job.
"You're so stingy. I'm so busy trying to make money for you that you can't even give me a piece of meat!" Chu Heng left the table with an aggrieved look, went to the sink to rinse the lunch box, and walked back unsteadily.
office.
After finishing the remaining official duties and drinking some tea, at about one o'clock, he came out of the building carrying his bag.
He has been busy since he came back, and today he has finally sorted out the things at hand. The rest cannot be done in a short while, so he will just take his time in the future.
Back in Volga, Chu Heng, who could finally continue to smoke, smoked a cigarette happily, and then started the car and headed to Banchang Hutong, wanting to see how the old house was doing and when he could live in it.
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He has been suffering from dry toilets for a long time, and he is very eager to live in a modern house with running water, toilets, and boilers.
Volga quickly drove out from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, passed through Chaoyang Gate, entered Dongsi Shitiao, and arrived at Banchang Alley in more than ten minutes.
After parking the car in front of the old house and getting down, Chu Heng looked at a piece of land not far away. Because the house needed to be connected to sewerage, he had to dig it up for maintenance, and then re-paved the road. He silently muttered his sins in his heart, and then
He quickly came to the door of the old house and pushed open the half-open courtyard door.
As soon as he entered the courtyard and raised his head, he saw the screen wall that had just been built yesterday. The densely packed "Fu" characters one after another looked festive from the inside out.
After walking around the screen wall, I saw the rooms that had been ruined before, but now they had been renovated. The carpenter An Rongyuan and the others hired was very skilled, and the newly replaced doors and windows were antique.
Very harmonious with the style of the yard.
The floor tiles in the front yard have been laid long ago, and they are smooth and clean. However, the few earthen beds in the middle of the patio reserved for transplanting fruit trees look a bit unsightly.
After Chu Heng walked around the front yard, he quickly walked through the hanging flower door and came to the backyard. He saw An Rongyuan and Zou An who were leading a few master workers to work in the side room in front of the three main rooms.