After stubbing out the cigarette in his hand, Jiang Xiangnan, wearing a gray-blue overalls, walked out of the factory director's office without saying a word.
Director Wu's last few rambling words had already made him understand that he wouldn't be able to get any benefits if he stayed any longer.
Going down the stairs step by step, I bumped into an old acquaintance.
At this moment, Bao Lingyun, the costume designer of the second factory, who was walking up, also saw Father Jiang:
"Lao Jiang, why are you here? I just came back from your workshop and the problem you mentioned has been solved."
"So fast," looking at the intellectual in his early 50s in front of him, Father Jiang said gratefully, "Old comrades are still reliable!"
"I happen to be free at noon," Lao Bao said with a smile: "The board for one sleeve was finished in a short time."
"Old Bao," Father Jiang glanced left and right: "I just heard from Old Wu that your position as leader of the design team has been removed?"
"It's not that it was withdrawn." Lao Bao pushed up his glasses sheepishly: "It's just that there is an extra word in front of it."
"Then...is it the person named Jia over there who has the final say?"
"He has the final say a long time ago," said Lao Bao, who always had a good temper: "Young people have more ideas and are better than us."
"Come on," Father Jiang said without hesitation:
"Every day Tmall is in the office, I have to invite them to go out to the workshop to take a look at the wiring. No matter how good the design is, they still have to do it smoothly. There are so many things to do in a work uniform."
"I am a high-level intellectual, how can I go to the workshop every day?" Old Bao laughed, but the next second he looked aside:
"Lao Jiang, it seems that Xiao Jia doesn't like you very much. In the future, you may want to..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.
The two of them looked for the sound and happened to see Jia Xiaotian leading two employees from the design team over.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, a few pairs of eyes coming and going.
Jia Xiaotian nodded in their direction and was about to pass by.
"Team Leader Jia," Jiang Xiangnan stopped him: "I heard that you have designed a lot of good styles this time, can you let us in the fourth workshop have a look?"
Bao Lingyun was about to talk to Lao Jiang about this matter, but he didn't expect to meet the real owner at this moment.
At this time, he could only touch his nose in embarrassment.
Jia Xiaotian didn't speak in a hurry, and only glanced at Lao Bao slightly.
"Don't look at him," Jiang Xiangnan said directly: "I just came out of the factory director's office, and Director Wu told me everything."
"Since Director Wu has told you about the situation," Jia Xiaotian still kept a smile on his face: "Then I don't need to say anything more!"
"If you don't tell me, who will I tell you?"
After learning the specific situation in the factory director's office, Jiang Xiangnan just wanted to ask the newly appointed Team Leader Jia for clarification:
"I'm just confused. How advanced is your design this time? We can't participate in the fourth workshop?"
“It’s quite high-end,”
Jia Xiaotian, wearing a white dark striped shirt, smiled and said:
"It's not that I won't let you process in workshop four. It's mainly because I'm worried that if you don't know the goods, it won't be good if there are any conflicts."
"What do you mean?"
"Director Jiang," Jia Xiaotian said at this moment, as if he had been waiting for this moment: "Do you still remember the bell-bottom pants assigned to your workshop last year?"
"So you still remember?" At this time, Dad Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the other party still remembers that he helped him sell bell-bottom pants, there is still some hope.
"Of course I remember," Jia Xiaotian laughed: "I still remember what you said to me at that time!"
"Oh?" Father Jiang's brows gradually knitted together. Why did he look at this young Jia with a strange expression: "What did I say to you in the first place?"
"You pulled me to the door of the warehouse, pointed to the bell-bottom pants inside and said to me: Look at the good pants you designed, all of them were returned by the mall. You have caused great harm to our fourth workshop... This is what you said.
Bar?"
"Oh," Jiang Xiangnan also remembered it at this moment: "Yes, I said that."
"Just remember!"
Jia Xiaotian laughed and said the last sentence word for word.
The only thing on his deliberate smile was "This gentleman is taking revenge."
"Isn't what I said then the truth?" Jiang Xiangnan reminded him: "Since the batch of bell-bottom pants was completed, the factory has not paid any bonus to the fourth workshop for half a year. Are you not in a hurry?"
"Of course I'm not in a hurry," the smile on Jia Xiaotian's face gradually disappeared: "Because I know that the bell-bottom pants I designed will conquer the market sooner or later."
"Oh no," Jiang Xiangnan's voice gradually relaxed: "Have you forgotten the most critical point? Who made the market accept your batch of bell-bottom pants with exquisite materials and extremely high prices?"
"Of course it's my design."
"Your design? Then why was it returned to various shopping malls in the beginning?" Dad Jiang waved his hand and said, "It's obviously my son...we gave you the idea."
"Haha," Jia Xiaotian chuckled: "If I had known you would say that and give it your idea, as soon as the movie "Pursuit" was released, I knew I would definitely succeed."
A year ago, Jia Xiaotian accidentally saw a magazine.
After reading from beginning to end, I decided to design a pair of bell-bottom pants based on the style that appeared most frequently in the magazine.
Unexpectedly, he vowed to apply for bell-bottom pants produced by the factory, but the mall returned them time and time again.
As a college student who had only been working for a few years, Jia Xiaotian thought that his career as a designer would end with these bell-bottom pants.
Just when he was feeling discouraged, two movies from Japan made his eyes shine.
Unfortunately, because he was worried about being returned by the store again, he did not dare to muster the courage to express his suggestions to the factory leaders.
"Then where were you at that time?" Jiang Xiangnan looked directly into his eyes and asked: "We waited for the movie to play for a week before we opened the stall. Why didn't you sell it before?"
"I..." Jia Xiaotian also regretted: "I am not responsible for sales."
"It sounds like I'm in charge of sales," Jiang Xiangnan laughed when he thought about it: "When selling those bell-bottom pants, do you know what happened in the middle? If not..."
Dad Jiang originally wanted to say that it was his youngest son's several newspaper articles that solved the problem of bell-bottom pants at that time.
But when I thought about it again, I felt that it was not appropriate to say it.
"If we hadn't all given some advice," Jiang Xiangnan continued, "do you think your 30,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants could have been sold so smoothly?"
The more Jiang Xiangnan jumped around at this moment, the more comfortable Jia Xiaotian felt.
Facing more and more people gathered around to watch the excitement, Jia Xiaotian straightened his back and said:
"As I said before, I am a designer. I am only concerned with designing and not selling. But as long as the clothes I design are in demand, the supply will definitely exceed the demand."
"Demand still exceeds supply..."
Seeing that Jiang Xiangnan refused to give up, Lao Bao on the side quickly pulled him downstairs.
"Stop talking about Lao Jiang," Lao Bao urged while pulling him: "Do you still want to get a share of his designs in the future?"
"Come on,"
Jiang Xiangnan, who had been pulled out of the office building, shook off Lao Bao's hand: "Do you think he will give it to me again in the future?"
"As long as there is no stalemate, there is a chance."
"Didn't you see it just now? It's not me who is making trouble with him now, it's him who is holding a grudge."
"You said that Xiao Jia doesn't know what he thinks. It's obviously you who helped him sell the pants, but he actually hates you."
"He only remembers the quarrel with me in front of the warehouse," Jiang Xiangnan gestured with his hands, "but he just doesn't want to think about why I argued with him at that time."
"Okay," Lao Bao patted Jiang Xiangnan on the shoulder: "Nothing you say now is in vain. He is now a famous person in the factory, and everyone is pointing to his new model to achieve great results again!"
"Oh, what can I do if it doesn't work?"
When Dad Jiang finally understood why the other party was having trouble with him, he became even more confused: "Can't you also design a few new styles?"
"Don't mention it," Lao Bao smiled and waved his hand, but swallowed back what he wanted to say: "Don't be anxious, I will help you make peace with me when I have a chance."
For the whole afternoon, Jiang Xiangnan, who had been sullen, felt a tightness in his chest.
Compared with usual times, the female workers in the fourth workshop were obviously much quieter.
The fight between their workshop director and the head of the design team at noon had already spread.
Who dares to run around and feel unhappy at this moment?
Although Jiang Xiangnan usually smiles and talks easily, once he goes against his will, it is not a good thing!
After get off work, Jiang Xiangnan stood in front of Xiaohonghua Kindergarten, still with a calm face.
It wasn't until Jiang Xiaobai, wearing a white bib, ran towards him that he finally laughed.
"Give me a scent for grandpa," Father Jiang hugged his grandson and kissed him hard: "Well, it smells so good!"
Today, my granddaughter Jiang Xiaoyu is in elementary school.
Usually after school, I go home with my classmates at home.
But at this moment, Dad Jiang still missed the days of riding a bicycle with one person in front and one behind him.
"Xiaobai, have you taught any new songs in kindergarten recently?"
"Taught me!" Xiaobai nodded his big head.
"Sing a song for grandpa."
"Um...um...forgot."
"Forget it, forget it," Jiang Xiangnan shook his head and said, "Grandpa will sing you one, sweet honey..."
Jiang Xiaobai opened his mouth: "You smile so sweetly..."
Grandfather and grandson together: "It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze..."
Thanks to the continuous efforts of Jiangshan's tape recorder, everyone in the Jiang family is now familiar with Teresa Teng's songs.
Even Li Ruocheng would come up with two sentences late at night: wine and coffee...
Accompanied by Teresa Teng and Jiang Xiaobai, Dad Jiang finally walked into the house happily.
During dinner, I kept observing my father's business, and then I took up my job with peace of mind.
Seeing Father Jiang talking and laughing, he didn't see anything wrong at all.
It seems that the elder brother is too worried again.
"Dad," Jiang Chuan on the side suddenly said, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Have you solved the work issue?"
As soon as the younger sister finished speaking, Jiang Shan realized that the elder brother didn't pay much attention: "What, is there something going on at dad's work?"
"It's okay," Father Jiang shook his chopsticks: "Don't listen to Xiaochuan's nonsense."
"Is there something going on in your work unit?" Jiang Chuan thought he had guessed wrong: "I kept seeing you sitting in the yard smoking a cigarette the past few days. I thought something happened to your work unit?"
Ying Ruhua, who was sitting next to Jiang Chuan and silently cooking, also nodded slightly, but did not dare to say anything.
"Dad," Jiang He asked coldly, "Is there someone bullying you in the factory?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiao and Jiang He looked at Father Jiang together.
It felt like as long as Father Jiang nodded, the couple would rush out immediately.
This scene made Father Jiang and Mother Jiang feel warm and excited.
"It's really nothing," Father Jiang said, laughing, "It's all over now, don't worry anymore."
"This is all in the past. What is it?" Jiang Shan asked while chewing his rice: "Since it is all in the past, tell us about it!"
"Yes, tell us." Jiang Chuan had been holding back for several days.
"Since the children have asked, just tell me," Jiang's mother helped, "I have actually been advising your dad on this matter for several days."
"what is the matter?"
"Your father was forced to wear small shoes in the factory!"
"Why are you wearing small shoes?" Father Jiang glared at Mother Jiang and said, "Why are you telling the children this?"
Jiang He said coldly: "I will go to your factory tomorrow to find out..."
"You must not," Father Jiang paused for a moment before saying slowly:
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I just felt that the distribution of production quotas in the factory was unreasonable, so I asked about it. I didn't know it was better not to ask..."
Jiang Xiangnan finished the matter that was not complicated at all in just a few sentences.
At first I just thought it was because my lover was not assigned a lucrative job in the workshop. After listening to the whole story, I realized that it was the "designer of bell-bottom pants" who had a hand in it.
"Is there something wrong with this person?"
Before Jiang Ma could slam the table, her second daughter-in-law, Lu Xiao, spoke first: "Why can't we tell the difference between good and evil?"
"Didn't I have an argument with him once before," Dad Jiang explained: "Now in his eyes, I am just an ignorant old stubborn."
"Just those bell-bottom pants," Jiang Ma said angrily: "Who knew the goods before? Only the three of us have the discernment."
"But they don't recognize it now," Father Jiang smiled helplessly:
"Since the Japanese movie was aired, this little guy has become a well-known designer who is at the forefront of fashion. The factory is currently looking for him. I heard that other clothing factories also want to hire him."
"Then... what kind of famous designer is this?" Jiang Shan pointed his chopsticks and asked, "Do you think your design is so great that you can definitely sell it even without the help of movies?"
"In his own words, gold will definitely shine."
"Dad," Jiang Shan continued to ask, "Did the clothing he designed this time choose materials carefully?"
"Of course it's sophisticated," Dad Jiang said, "Same as the previous bell-bottom pants, they all use the best fabrics."
"Then the price must be very high after that?"
"Absolutely," Father Jiang nodded: "But I don't worry about this. After all, the bell-bottom pants sold for more than 30 yuan before."
"Nowadays, bell-bottom pants are available in shopping malls for just a few yuan."
"Isn't that unusual now? Almost every clothing factory is producing bell-bottom pants."
"Dad, I'll have time later,"
Jiang Shan looked at Dad Jiang and smiled and said, "After dinner, come sit in my room for a while!"
