The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen came down from the upstairs of Wulin Hotel and looked up at the hazy sky above his head. He sighed and felt a little confused. He looked at the time and saw that it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. Xiao Zhao had an early shift today and it was already After get off work, she was still at the Red Flag Hotel, waiting for Zhang Chen to go back with her.

Zhang Chen looked at the day and saw that it was going to rain soon. He thought that instead of going anywhere else today, he would go back to the Red Flag Hotel first. When he came out in the morning, he didn’t bring rain gear and walked slowly. He was afraid that the rain would catch up with him. In front of him.

The company Zhang Chen went to just now is a decoration company. The boss himself is a designer. After seeing the works Zhang Chen brought, he thought they were good. Unfortunately, what they lacked was not design, but business.

Zhang Chen sat there for more than ten minutes, and the boss talked with him for more than ten minutes. From his words, Zhang Chen finally understood why there were so few decoration companies in Hangzhou and he wanted to find a job as a designer. It's so difficult because the market demand for this industry in Hangzhou is too little, and it's completely different from Haicheng.

In Hangzhou at that time, home decoration was completely blank. It’s not that no one can do it, but no one needs it at all.

People in Hangzhou lived in houses owned by either the Housing Management Committee or their work units. Who would decorate the houses owned by the Housing Management Committee and work units? Isn’t that a waste of money? If you were allocated a house, the most you could do was find someone to paint the walls. Paint, paste wallpaper, hang a few chandeliers and congratulate you on your new move.

There are also some units that are trying it out first and have started housing renovation. However, because everyone generally did not pay attention to home decoration at that time, no one needed to find a specialized decoration company to decorate their houses too conspicuously.

Even for those who are planning to get married in a new house, they can find a few friends to paint the walls, paint the floor, or lay a layer of rubber flooring. Those who want a more upscale pursuit can just buy a few rolls of wallpaper and paste the walls. That’s it.

Even for plumbers, they would ask plumbers from their workplaces or friends’ workplaces to help. So at that time, the plumbers in the workplace were more comfortable, because everyone was in need, and they didn’t know when to ask for his help.

For some large projects, such as foreign-related hotels, large shopping malls and hotels, people simply do not believe and look down on local decoration companies in Hangzhou. They have to hire companies from Shanghai, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and even Hong Kong companies to work on them.

As for the various companies in Hangzhou, they all rented in large and small hotels at that time, and there was no need for decoration. They were units that had their own office buildings. You looked at a very impressive building from the outside and walked in. The desks and chairs in the office inside are still from the 1970s and 1980s. Anyone who renovates his or her office is committing corruption and is being criticized by everyone.

That is to say, some medium-sized commercial stores still need decoration, but when they applied for approval, these decoration businesses were taken away by people introduced by either the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, the Taxation Bureau, or the Health Bureau. Even if your boss wants to do it for you, he is helpless, just like Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty.

When the boss was talking, Zhang Chen thought of the Xincheng decoration company. There was no business there, but no one was doing business seriously.

Zhang Chen rode to the Hongqi Hotel, pushed his bicycle into the door, and heard Xiao Zhao calling him: "Come on, come on, Sister Guihua has something to tell you."

Zhang Chen quickly locked the car and went over. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said, Sister Guihua has something good to do, please sit down quickly.

Zhang Chen sat down in the duty room. Sister Guihua looked at Zhang Chen and smiled. She said it was not a good thing, but there was such an opportunity. When you pass Sijiqing every day, have you seen the water pump factory building something? house?

Zhang Chen said he saw it, he must be creating some kind of market, right?

"That's right, we are building a clothing market." Sister Guihua told him, "Hai Gen and his former vice president of the market have gone there to become the general manager. He and Hai Gen are very good, and they brought Hai Gen with them. Let him be the deputy general manager."

"That's great, congratulations to Brother Haigen!" Zhang Chen said quickly.

Sister Guihua smiled and said: "Thank you, thank you, but it's not about Hagen's business, it's about yours. After Hagen gets there, each person will be allocated a quota for a stall. You also know that Sijiqing is now The booth requires a lot of people, so they stipulate that each insider can only have one quota.

"I haven't thought about it yet. It was Hagen who told me. He said that you seemed to be very interested in clothing. He also saw you in the market, right?"

Zhang Chen couldn't help but blush. Hagen saw him in the market. Wasn't it the time when he was caught by the female boss in the market and accused him of stealing copies? After that time, Zhang Chen was a little scared. He went to the market again and never went in again. He said that he was very interested in clothing. Where did he start from?

Zhang Chen secretly glanced at Sister Guihua and Xiao Zhao. Neither of them asked further about why he went to the market or what happened at the market. Zhang Chen couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing in his heart that Brother Haigen was just talking to Sister Guihua. When Qi met him in the market, he didn't tell her how he met her, otherwise Sister Guihua would definitely tell Xiao Zhao.

Zhang Chen said vaguely: "Yes, sometimes I check how early it is. After buying a newspaper at the newsstand there, I will go inside."

"That's great. Have you learned something?" Sister Guihua said.

"I know a little bit." Zhang Chen replied. He told himself in his heart that even this point was not all taught to him by Brother Haigen.

"Oh, why did you go so far away while talking?" Sister Guihua saw that Xiao Zhao was a little anxious beside her, and she laughed. She said:

"After Hagen told me, I was thinking, yes, Xiao Zhao's belly will get bigger every day, and it won't be good for him to wash and brush if he gets water every day. Also, what will happen after the baby is born? , you are different from us, and there are no old people to help you carry it, so the general manager has to carry it himself, right?"

Zhang Chen nodded. He hadn't thought that far yet, but when Sister Guihua said it, he thought it was really the case. Even if Xiao Zhao was born, they would not be able to return to Yongcheng, let alone let the child go. In his own home, he asked his parents to help take care of the child, and even if the child was weaned, he thought that neither he nor Xiao Zhao would be able to bear the child not being with him.

His mother would be willing to come to Hangzhou to help them take care of the children, but what if his mother is here and his father is at home? His father is usually at home, but he is a man who can't even hold a soy sauce bottle overturned. His mother has to help arrange and take care of everything. If his mother is not here, let alone other things, even eating will be a problem.

And if both parents come to Hangzhou, where will they live? Zhang Chen does not have a fixed income, which comes and goes, and Xiao Zhao's salary is not high. Although the salary was increased last month, prices are also rising. They are still getting by, but they will be nervous when they have a child. If you want to rent a big house that can accommodate four adults, it will cost at least seven to eight hundred.

The combined retirement salary of Xiao Zhao and his parents is only enough to pay the rent. Does the child not need milk powder? Don't you want to live, sir?

The little savings they have cannot be used casually. As soon as they start, there will be no bottom. The amount in the passbook will shrink rapidly and they will not last long.

With their income, they cannot afford a nanny, so of course they have to take care of the children themselves.

Zhang Chen nodded.

Sister Guihua said: "This is a work unit, and it still has its own rules. Besides, as waiters, we can't carry a child to work every day. If we are noisy, we are not afraid. If we are noisy to the guests, the guests have to be there." For those who wrote opinions in the opinion book, I thought, isn’t there just such an opportunity? Then just go out and do it yourself.

"Be your own boss, and I, the King of Heaven, can't care about you. Xiao Zhao can take the child to the stall every day, feed the milk, run the business, and take care of the child. In Sijiqing, who is doing business with the child? , how good is this?"

Zhang Chen finally understood that Sister Guihua meant to give him Brother Haigen’s stall spot so that he and Xiao Zhao could open a shop in the clothing market to sell clothes. Zhang Chen quickly said thank you Sister Guihua and thank you Brother Haigen!

He knew that Sister Guihua and Brother Haigen had good intentions and that everyone was thinking about them. He also knew that Sijiqing's stall was very popular.

You don’t need to ask this, you already know it if you have been there. The business is so good in a place, and everyone must be trying to get there without breaking their head. He, Xiao Zhao, sister Guihua and Haigen are not related to each other. How could Zhang Chen not be grateful for this good thing, just thinking of them.

What made Zhang Chen feel uneasy was that he had gone to Sijiqing to see it, and he knew how they did business.

He thought that if he was asked to talk to people about projects, especially when talking about his plans or designs, of course he would have no problem, and he could talk eloquently for half an hour.

But if he had to stand at the door of the stall like them or them, shouting at the top of his lungs, look and look, they are all hits. Zhang Chen felt that he could not open his mouth, especially when he had to talk to his side. Go to the booth to compete for the quality of your voice.

Zhang Chen thought of being by the West Lake. He was full of confidence when he was painting alone. But when the students from the Academy of Fine Arts appeared, he felt that he had instantly lost his courage and became shy. Why, he himself I don’t know, although Teacher Qu thinks he can draw better than them, Zhang Chen himself also thinks that he must be better than them.

Zhang Chen remembered that that day, he was still in a panic and ran away from there. Although they laughed and ridiculed him from behind, he still didn't look back. He only thought about that as long as he could leave there, he would be relieved. It's liberating.

Zhang Chen felt that if he had to stand at the door of the stall and watch the people coming and going in front of him, before he spoke, as long as someone from the stall next to him spoke, he would instantly wither.