"Hey, have you noticed that the teacher leading the team bought sleeper berths!"
After finding a seat and sitting down, Zuo Jiyun began to pour acid water.
"What a man's ridiculous self-esteem." Zhou Yan stuffed his big backpack on the luggage rack, took off the notebook slung across his back, and put it on the table. "I told you yesterday that I would buy you a berth..."
"It's all your fault..." Yan Wentao smiled and pushed Lao Zuo, "otherwise we could just lie down and go to Hongzhou..."
"You're just lying down to go to Hongzhou!"
"Stop arguing," Lin Junfeng, who had already put away his luggage, took out two decks of cards from his pocket, "Play cards!"
The card game in the Northwest is called "upgrade", and the rules are extremely complicated.
Zhou Yan has no love for playing cards. He has been a spectator for eight years and has not learned how to play. So when the game of cards among his friends started, Zhou Yan silently picked up his notebook and sat on the empty seat opposite...
The spring clothes for Jinxiu Weaving Room were completed before Zhou Yan set out from home, and the clothes needed for the spring fashion show were also completed.
What Zhou Yan needs to do is to review the overall process of the spring press conference.
Along with the clothing conference process, sent to Zhou Yan's mailbox were the resumes of the shortlisted designers from the job fair just released by Jinxiu Weaving Room, as well as the shortlisted works.
Although Zhou Yan's most indispensable thing is time, he doesn't want to immerse himself in the world of clothing all day long, so he asked Wei Ying to recruit a group of designers to expand his creativity into clothing.
Although there are many "genius fashion designers" in the circle, fashion design is an industry that does not require talent. As long as you have accumulated enough life experience, as long as you have rich experience in the industry, and as long as your outlook on life is normal, over time, you can always become a master.
What Zhou Yan needs is an executor from conception to design, who can allow designers to integrate their own ideas into the design, but will not allow anyone to use Jinxiu Weaving Room as a stepping stone to advance.
While reviewing the information, Zhou Yan's web crawlers are also constantly feeding back the information collected from the Internet...
Combining the feedback information, Zhou Yan eliminated several "flexible" people from the shortlist, and then sent the retest shortlist to Wei Ying.
Only a few minutes after the email was sent, Zhou Yan's cell phone rang...
He looked around at the students playing cards and admiring the scenery, and smiled: "I'm going to take a call!"
"Hello, Sister Wei?"
"Mr. Zhou, the sound sounds like you are on a train?" Wei Ying's words were full of ridicule, "By the way, there is a person named Chu Jie on the shortlist..."
"Sister Wei, I have my own information channel," Zhou Yan said a little helplessly, "This Chu Jie's ideas are indeed wild and unconstrained, and with this guy's brain, he can easily become a master, but our Jinxiu Weaving Room cannot keep such a person.
people..."
Needless to say, Wei Ying knew what Zhou Yan meant: This Chu Jie wanted to use Jinxiu Weaving Room as a stepping stone to advance.
"Mr. Zhou, I heard from Miss Ruoshu that your school is going to Hongzhou for internship? It seems that Lao Xu is still in Hongzhou right now, right?"
"Don't meet if you can, so as not to shock my classmates..."
"You... ok, stop talking, you are still busy..."
After hanging up the phone, I was about to walk back, but before I could reach my seat, Xu Chongsheng's call came in again.
"Hey, Mr. Zhou, I heard you are coming to Hongzhou?"
As expected of someone who came from a central enterprise, Zhou Yan always spoke in roundabout ways, which made Zhou Yan want to scratch his head: "Old Xu, if you have anything to do, just tell me!"
"Well, the leaders of the Hongzhou City Government want to meet with you. If it's not convenient..."
"I will arrive in Hongzhou at around four o'clock tomorrow morning," Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, "Also, I am still young, and I don't want to have to be called upon by bodyguards 24 hours a day in my twenties.
Supported from behind!"
"clear!"
"Cigarettes, melon seeds, mineral water, beer, drinks, eight-treasure porridge..."
The familiar hawking sound sounded, and Zhou Yan could only hide aside.
Fortunately, it was not a holiday or Spring Festival travel period, so the carriage was not very full of passengers. After avoiding the trolley, Zhou Yan quickly returned to his seat.
"Lao Zhou, aren't you hungry?"
Zhou Yan raised his hand and looked at the time. It was not even eleven o'clock, and the train didn't even leave the province.
"I had dinner in the morning!"
Hearing Zhou Yan's answer, He Qiulin opposite took out a bag of bread from his schoolbag: "Want some?"
"No!"
At first, everyone was not very hungry, but when they saw He Qiulin devouring the food, the gluttons in their stomachs were aroused, and they all took out the prepared dry food from their schoolbags.
Students from other classes who started early saw the fourth class starting to eat, and they also showed off the guy who was eating...
For a moment, the aroma of rice filled the carriage.
"Lao Zhou, don't you want to eat?"
Zhou Yan had no choice but to take out a piece of self-heating food for individual soldiers, opened the bag, removed the packaging of the heating pack, and poured some boiled water into it.
Within a few minutes, the fragrant assorted fried rice came out of the pot...
"Good stuff!" The friends' eyes lit up and they looked at Zhou Yan eagerly.
Zhou Yan chuckled, took out a bunch of self-heating food from his schoolbag, and handed them out one by one: "Come together?"
"Thanks!"
After lunch, it was the most boring lunch break. A group of people wanted to sleep, but the excitement of the group trip prevented everyone from falling asleep.
So, a group of gentlemen could only sit and watch the scenery, chatting without a word.
The most important topic is work.
Zhou Yan passed the postgraduate entrance examination and put a hand on the shore, which gave a group of friends a sense of urgency. Even though he has a patent, people like Yang Haisheng who have a strong desire to survive always talk about work.
It's a frown.
Among the group of friends, Zhao Ruijie is one of the few optimists.
Although Zhou Yan's interference prevented him from failing another class in college, his CET-4 results were still impressive. He took the test six or seven times, but he still failed to pass 400.
Therefore, whenever someone is worried that he cannot find a job, Zhao Ruijie will stand up and "solve problems": "Your grades are already pretty good. Look at me, I haven't even passed Level 4..."
Among Zhou Yan's group of close friends, Zhao Ruijie's conditions for finding a job are basically at the bottom, but when looking at the whole class, it's different: just a patent certificate is enough to be worth a lot of things...
And whenever Zhao Ruijie "pretended to be pitiful" and said that he had failed Level 4, Li Dongxu, the sports committee member in the same dormitory as Zhao Ruijie, would always look at him with a blank stare: "If you don't want to find a job, you can give me your patent!"
"That won't work!" Zhao Ruijie looked out the window happily, "We were also involved in classmate Zhou Yan's patented research and development. At that time, I even called you. If you don't go, who can you blame?"
The pressure of not being able to find a job is very urgent for a group of older adolescent boys who are not experienced in the world.
As we chatted, the excitement of a group of people traveling far away was quickly suppressed. The sleepiness of getting up early was aroused by the warm and dazzling sunshine in the afternoon.
"I'm a little sleepy. I'll find a place to sleep first..."
The chatter in the carriage soon fell silent, leaving only the sound of the train's wheels passing over the joints of the rails...
After an unknown amount of time, someone struggled to get up, looked at the time, and found that it was already past three in the afternoon.
"Old Zhou, where are you?"
"We have passed Fengzhen. Our next stop is Datong, which is the capital. It will be almost ten o'clock in the evening..."
