After returning to Wa, Zhang Xian went to Luan Feng's house to comfort Hao Qing, and Wan Feng went home to check the goods for Zhang Xian.
After lunch, Zhang Xian came to Grandma Wan Feng’s house as promised.
Wan Feng put five hundred electronic watches into a bag and handed it to Zhang Xian.
"By the way, one of Qi Guangli's brothers wants a tape recorder."
These people are so proud of themselves just because they have some money.
But if they don't show off, who would they sell his tape recorder to?
Wan Feng took another tape recorder and said, "Go to Qingshan and tell Qi Guangli to reserve a spot for me at the market tomorrow. I want a spot at the market entrance, twenty meters on each side of the road."
Zhang Xian was startled: "What are you doing?"
"Going to the market?"
"You're taking up so much space, are you going to perform some tricks to make a living?"
"I'm going to sell clothes tomorrow, and didn't you see how many people I brought with me today? Even if each person only covers one meter, that's still 20 to 30 meters. This place is not big enough."
Zhang Xian nodded. "With so many people, we should have a big place. That's not a problem. Let Qi Guangli take up the space tonight. I'll be leaving first."
Zhang Xian left in a hurry. He still had to go to Gushan Commune to take a bus to Qingshan. There were buses heading to Qingshan around 1 to 2 pm, so he could forget about it if he was later.
Not long after Zhang Xian left, Wan Feng also left home. In the afternoon, he had to take his classmates to sort out couplets, and there would be more couplets to sort out tomorrow.
There are only more than 100 sets left out of the 600 sets today. Qingshan plans to bring 1,000 sets tomorrow, and he will need to sort out about 900 sets of couplets in the afternoon.
When he arrived at Luan Feng's house, his classmates had not arrived yet, so Wan Feng went into the workshop.
Hao Qing's complexion was obviously much better. He was talking and laughing, not at all like the listless man he was yesterday.
He was ridiculed by Wan Feng.
"Women, if they're away from men for a day, their faces will look like dried eggplants." Wan Feng sighed as he passed by Hao Qing's machine.
The kind of suppressed laughter that seemed to be leaking air could be heard in the workshop.
Hao Qing jumped up with a meow like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about?"
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "I'm talking about you. Zhang Xian hasn't been back these past two days, and it looks like you've been drawn. I'm dedicating this song, 'A Woman Easily Hurt,' to you, a woman who can't live without a man."
There was unexpected applause in the workshop. What was going on?
The women in the garment factory all knew that Wan Feng could sing some extremely beautiful songs that they had never heard before, but this guy usually didn't sing because he wanted to be beaten, and even Luan Feng's intercession was often ineffective.
When they heard that Wan Feng was going to sing a song, how could they not applaud enthusiastically?
"Master's wife, please sing a song. Let's sing the song about the easily hurt woman you mentioned." Li Erman, who only cared about food and not about beatings, jumped out again.
Wan Feng just said this and had no intention of singing at all.
"Sister Erman, do you really want to listen to a vulnerable woman? Have you thought about it? Aren't you afraid that one day you will really become a vulnerable woman?"
The image of soybeans reflexively appeared in Li Erman's mind, and she immediately sat back down dejectedly like a deflated inflatable doll.
"Come back and tell me clearly who is the woman who can't live without a man?" Hao Qing put her hands on her waist and acted like a shrew.
Wan Feng ignored her.
"Come back here, or you'll finish singing about a vulnerable woman."
What the hell, that’s a Cantonese song. Even if you can understand it, I can’t sing it!
Wan Feng came to Jiang Min's machine.
"Sister Qiaoling, are you used to being here?"
As one of the bosses, Wan Feng believes that he needs to care about new employees, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Gu Qiaoling nodded: "Not bad!"
"If anyone bullies you, tell me and I'll take care of them."
“No one bullies me.”
"That's good. Talk to your rice master..."
Oh no! Jiang Min's eyes are red!
Wan Feng ran into the material warehouse at lightning speed and ran out from another door of the warehouse.
All the students from Shanhouwa and Houwa came, and Wan Feng took them into the house to start today's work.
These people now sorted the items with ease without Wan Feng's instructions.
"This time, I'll pick up an extra small pair of gates and a horizontal scroll from each set."
Wan Feng ordered.
"Aren't we at a disadvantage in this way?" Yuan Yimin asked in confusion.
"You won't lose anything if I sell it for 20 cents tomorrow." A small pair of doorknobs with a horizontal banner will only cost an extra five cents, which is a bargain no matter how you look at it.
Wan Feng picked out a pair of couplets for the main door, a pair of couplets for the interior door, and seven pairs for the small door. He also picked out nine horizontal banners and a spring strip, one each for "golden roosters full of cages, fat pigs full of pens," and "joy when you go out, joy when you look up." He also picked out ten large and ten small "Fu" characters and sent them to Luan Changyuan's room.
Then I picked up a set of couplets for my grandma's house and my aunt's house.
After finishing these things, Wan Feng went into the finished product warehouse to see how many clothes Luan Feng had prepared for him to take to Qingshan Town to develop the market tomorrow.
This time the clothing in the finished product warehouse is quite large.
Ski jackets, pants and clothes are hung on their respective hangers in different categories.
"These are the clothes from Brother Xia's house. They were delivered this morning. Together with the ones we made, there are probably more than 200 pieces. You can deliver them to Brother Xia's house tomorrow. I don't think they'll have any stock."
Luan Feng was delivering a few ski jackets to the finished product warehouse and saw Wan Feng here, so she gave him a task.
"Am I not going to market tomorrow morning?"
"What about this afternoon?"
Yes, going to the market only takes a morning, so he can deliver it in the afternoon. Anyway, he has a tractor and doesn’t have to drive himself.
"How do you sing the song about a woman who is easily hurt?" Luan Feng suddenly asked this question after hanging up her ski jacket.
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