Don’t Turn from Summer

Waiting for the meal, he took a financial magazine from the shelf next to him. Mu Hanxia thought to himself that this man was hard-working, but also very hardworking.

She pondered the language, and took a small mouthful of tea, and asked, "Mr. Lin, I want to ask, why do you want me to come to your company?"

Lin Mochen looked up and saw her clear eyes.

He has been called "Mr. Lin" by countless people, but this title comes out of her mouth, and there is always a feeling that is not very pleasing to the ear. He looked at her rare low-browing look, thinking that it was probably this woman, and he had no sincerity.

"Call me jason." He said indifferently.

"Oh ... jason."

Why let her come to her company? This morning, the company's human resources director came into his office and asked the same question.

"Jason, you have always been strict with the standards of employment. You said, non-prestigious school students don't want to. Because there is no such leisure and energy to be a Bole, to find talent among low-education and low-level people. But now, you have brought a High school students are back. Is this difference too big? "

The director of human resources was one of the first people to follow him in business, and he was very important. How did he answer back then?

"Mu Hanxia's educational background is indeed impossible to see. But if I follow up with me and use it well, it may be the sharpest knife in the mall."

The human resources director stopped talking, and nodded after a while: "Okay, I know. I'll take more care of her."

...

Thinking about this, Lin Mochen looked at Mu Hanxia and smiled: "The boss employs people. Do I still need to explain the reason to you?"

Mu Hanxia didn't want to talk to this person anymore.

The dishes came up and looked extremely tempting. Mu Hanxia forgot about this stubble in no time, and he was not constrained. He tried each of them and asked, "What is this made of?" "What kind of mushroom is this?" "This dish is delicious and what is it made of?"

Lin Mochen has not eaten anything good, but today she was also interested and explained to her in the same way. His appetite has always been bad, and talking to her today, he even ate two small bowls of rice.

After eating almost, the people around were scattered and quiet. Lin Mochen slowly drank the tea, watching Mu Hanxia sat down with satisfaction and put down his chopsticks.

"Can I ask you another question?" She said.

"ask."

"Why did you choose the apparel industry to start after you returned?"

Lin Mochen put down the tea cup, and put his arm lightly on the back of the side chair. With four eyes staring, he took an empty glass from the side and placed it between the two.

Mu Hanxia is unknown.

"Any industry will have its budding period, rapid development period, stable period, recession period. Finally, it will either die, or change and regenerate. It will turn around again and again," he said.

Mu Hanxia stared at him and nodded. No one had ever talked to her about the height of "industry", so she listened very subconsciously.

"In the past decade, China's clothing industry has ushered in a period of rapid development." He lifted the kettle and filled the empty glass.

Mu Hanxia thought yes. In her mind, these years come to see the streets and lanes, opening clothing stores everywhere. Many brands have sprung up like mushrooms.

"The best times are often the worst." He looked at her with a dull look. "In the past few years, almost anyone who has entered this industry can make money. But the quality, service, and quality are uneven. It can even be said that most of them are inferior products-OEM, management and services are behind, and a brand is built by advertising alone. "

"It seems so." She replied.

He tapped the edge of the overflowing glass with his finger: "Now, development has stalled."

"Um." That's true. Although there are still so many clothing stores, it is rarely seen which brand is still expanding and opening stores, and it is saturated.

He leaned back slowly and said with a smile, "China's business is developing very fast, and customers' purchasing power and requirements are constantly improving. They will no longer buy inferior goods like before. At the same time, the clothing industry is also receiving electricity. Businesses are constantly impacting. So after stagnation, there will be a recession. Believe it or not, in a few years, most of the clothing companies that are still booming will have a sharp decline in performance, close stores in large areas, and die? "

Mu Hanxia was shocked. Massive death? She felt incredible about his cruel prediction. But intuition told her again that what he said would probably come true.

"Did you not study the supply-demand curve without a teacher?" Lin Mochen said, "everyone will die, only the benefits are eternal. If the existing clothing brand is eliminated, it will inevitably give up a lot of demand and profits. Space. Who will get this new huge profit? "

Mu Hanxia looked at him without saying a word.

He reached for her chopsticks, sandwiched two orange-red plump carrot sticks, and threw them into the glass: "The high-quality new entrants who are significantly different from their styles will quickly **** most of the benefits. This For them, it may be the worst time. For good startups, it is the best time. This is why I chose to enter the Chinese clothing industry at this point in time. "

Quiet around. Lin Mochen held the tea cup again and drank slowly. Mu Hanxia looked at his long fingers clasped on the tea cup, and looked at his slightly open shirt neckline and short black hair near his ears, and his heart was agitated because of his words. She even felt some kind of faint excitement, the excitement from the bottom of her heart evoked by his words.

Lin Mochen glanced at her as if she had glimpsed everything she thought and thought at the moment and smiled.

——

In the setting sun, Mu Hanxia stepped on the glow and walked to the bus station. Feng Chen's office building, like a silver giant, stands in the ground behind her.

The phone rings and she picks up: "Hey, girl!"

He Jing's noisy voice came from the phone, as if with Jiangcheng's unique extensiveness and market taste: "Oh, it looks good. Where are you?"

Mu Hanxia answered, "I'm in Beijing."

"What are you doing in Beijing?"

"Working, I'm at Lin Mochen's company."

He Jing took a few seconds to say, "I don't understand what you guys think. You yin him, he yin you. Then the two of you have gone together. Hey, forget it, anyway I do n’t care about those commercial matters. But Axia, you do n’t look like a person who does n’t cherish resentment. You would n’t be ... born of hate, loved him, right?

Mu Hanxia laughed and immediately refuted: "How is that possible! He has only good job opportunities here. And I don't count on the former."

"Oh ... was he asking you to go?"

Mu Hanxia's heart moved slightly, and she answered, "Yes."

He Jing said, "Is he interesting to you? Seriously, the last time he sent you a cell phone, I think he didn't look right at you."

Mu Hanxia hesitated for a moment and answered, "How is that possible? He won't like me."

——

When Lin Mochen returned to China last year, he bought a house in Beijing. Because he doesn't like living in other people's homes.

The house is very close to Guomao and it takes 5 minutes to walk. The 30-storey, large, three-bedroom house overlooks more than half of Beijing. He is good at socializing, but he is not a person who is passionate about entertainment and fun. If nothing happens after work, his life is simple: eat a meal in the downstairs restaurant, go home to take a bath, watch the news, or deal with unfinished work. Occasionally check out the DVD.

When he returned home that day, he had little interest in work. Instead, sitting on the sofa, looking at the bright lights outside the window, in his mind, the appearance of Mu Hanxia appeared.

After Jiang Cheng said goodbye, he rarely remembered her. Occasionally I think of it and quickly forget it. It feels like a wonderful thing. When she reappeared, he always remembered her from time to time. Think of the way she stood in the office yesterday, looking at him steadily and weakly; think of her sweet smile to every colleague; and think of her eyes eating at noon. And he just stared at the light on the opposite side, and he was thinking about her blush today.

Lin Mochen thought for a while and laughed a little self-deprecatingly. Get up and turn off the light, and lie on the bed.