"Mr. Song, I have measured your size. What are your requirements?" The mute girl Baoxia blushed and asked Song Zhichao in sign language. She glanced at the other side with her big eyes, and she couldn't even dare to look at Song Zhichao's bright eyes.

This time, Baoxia came here to help measure the size and make a suit after being ordered by her master. She didn't expect that the other party was so young. Seeing that he was less than twenty years old, he became the general manager of such a large dance hall. It was really surprising. But what surprised Baoxia even more was that the other party could understand "sign language" and could understand what he was saying without even looking for an interpreter.

Song Zhichao lazily withdrew his arms that had just been stretched, and smiled at the little girl: "There are requirements, I have written down the specific content, you can take a look."

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he pointed to a piece of paper on the desk.

Baoxia confirmed in sign language, then walked over in confusion, picked up the paper and looked at it. She saw a few strokes on it, with some text descriptions on it.

Baoxia smiled. Could it be that Mr. Song still knows clothing design? Out of curiosity, Baoxia took a closer look.

At the beginning, Baoxia was still watching casually. After all, she had been in this industry for so long and knew how profound the clothing design was. Most people didn't understand it at all. The most common thing was to pretend to understand it and make a lot of ridiculous requests.

For example, the last time, a hotel owner asked the master to embroider a handkerchief on his suit, saying that watching the tycoon bosses on Hong Kong TV like to insert such a thing on their chests, which looked quite awesome. However, the hotel owner thought it was troublesome to fold it, so he asked the master to embroider a triangle directly, which would save a lot of trouble.

After making this inappropriate suggestion, the hotel owner thought he was extremely smart and said that if his design was successful, it would be sure to shock the world, and maybe he might win a Nobel Prize.

It is precisely because of so many ridiculous things that Baoxia is careless about Song Zhichao's clothing design.

But gradually, her face changed. When she held the artwork, she became more and more shocked when she looked at it. There was no such thing as Song Zhichao's design manuscript that was actually strange and designed a suit style that was very different from the current clothing.

You should know that most of the popular suits on the market are from Hong Kong, with double-breasted and small-breasted styles. This suit looks very wide and feels bloated when worn on people. Of course, in today's eyes, it is grand and elegant.

The suit designed by Song Zhichao draws on the characteristics of Korean-pop clothing in his previous life, which is a casual suit tailored for men's body shape, with waist contraction, tight shoulders, and single-breasted casual suit. The biggest feature of this suit is that it makes people look particularly "long" after wearing it, and looks more chic and handsome when walking.

Although he has not yet started his career in the Laurel Suit Store, Baoxia has a very strong ability to identify clothing designs. Moreover, there are detailed instructions under the artwork that Song Zhichao can see clearly, even if Baoxia is stupid, she can see clearly.

"Mr. Song, is this your...design?" Baoxia held back her surprise and plucked up the courage to ask Song Zhichao in sign language.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Great! I've never seen such a wonderful design." Baoxia suppressed her surprise, and in sign language, she praised her sincerely.

Song Zhichao didn't think anything was wrong. He snapped his fingers at Baoxia and pointed at her: "Thank you for your praise; but can you make this suit?"

"Of course. My master's skills are very sharp." When he mentioned his priest, Baoxia looked full of priest.

Song Zhichao smiled, walked to the clothes hanger, took off his red suit and shook it on, and said, "Then please trouble your master - it's best to do it tonight." He looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, can you do it at 8 o'clock?"

"So anxious?" Baoxia was stunned for a moment, counted with her fingers, and it took only six hours.

"Why, are you in trouble?" Song Zhichao returned to the back of his desk in a suit, looked up and glanced at Baoxia.

Baoxia shook her head quickly and then wrote in sign language: "No! As long as there is artwork, it can be completed quickly!"

"That's good, I'm working hard!" After saying that, Song Zhichao took out a ballpoint pen from the pen holder, brushed it, wrote it on a bill a few times, and then handed it to Baoxia and said, "If you take this note, go to the Finance Department to get the money."

"I haven't done it yet, how can I... get the money first?" Baoxia felt a little embarrassed.

"You need to buy materials for your suits, let alone I'm urging you to pay the money first - don't worry!" Song Zhichao smiled at Baoxia and shook the bills in his hand.

Baoxia then stepped forward and took the bill with a disgusting expression. When she saw the numbers on it, she actually paid 150 yuan in full, and there was an additional ten yuan.

"How can I get ten yuan more?" Baoxia asked in sign language in confusion.

"Of course it's the errands."

Baoxia shook her head quickly and replied in Sign Language: "I can't accept this. Every time I come to the door to help the customer measure the size, I don't charge any money!"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly: "Do you know that the money I handed out never gets back every time?"

...

When Baoxia finally took the bill and left Song Zhichao's office with gratitude, she almost collided with Wu Bingkun who was pushing the door in.

Baoxia quickly apologized, and Wu Bingkun felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was so happy that he forgot to knock on the door just now.

Seeing Miss Baoxia close the door and leave, Wu Bingkun couldn't help but ask Song Zhichao: "What did she do? She's so cute?"

Song Zhichao pointed to the seat and asked him to sit down, "I'm here to measure my size and make a suit." He added, "With the company's money, it's 160 yuan. Do you mind?"

Wu Bingkun smiled.

"I don't mind, and Boss Zhang definitely doesn't mind either - if he knew, he would definitely think you spent too little, so he should buy a brand-name suit!"

If it weren't for this, Wu Bingkun would never have said such a thing, but now he is so happy.

Song Zhichao looked at him with a smile, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, threw it to Wu Bingkun through the desk, and lit one himself, "I heard you say that, it should be done."

Wu Bingkun originally wanted to be calmer and calmer, but after being teased by Song Zhichao, he could no longer help and said, "According to your instructions, it was so smooth. I only spent 30,000 yuan to get the cafe that was about 100,000 yuan!"

Song Zhichao looked at Wu Bingkun with an excited face, vomited a smoke ring and said nothing.

Wu Bingkun continued: "I have sent someone to notify Boss Zhang about this matter. If he knows, he will be very happy. Achao, you have made such a great contribution less than a day after you came here. You must take care of it in the future!"

It can be said that at this moment, Wu Bingkun completely affirmed Song Zhichao's ability. Whether it was firing Diao Jiahua, instigating Wang Defa, or selling 30,000 yuan to the cafe, Song Zhichao made a series of achievements in less than half a day, which made Uncle Kun sigh, indeed, "a hero is a boy."

But Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing.

No one knows except Brother Mark. He won’t be able to work here for a long time, at most it will only take one or two days.

He tapped the table with his fingers, and Song Zhichao suddenly said, "Uncle Kun, you have been with Boss Zhang for a long time, have you?"

Wu Bingkun smiled and said, "It's been a long time, almost three years."

"You want to keep doing this?"

"What?" Wu Bingkun was stunned.

"Work for Boss Zhang."

Wu Bingkun smiled, "What can I do if I don't work?"

Song Zhichao did not answer directly, squinted his eyes, "Boss Zhang must be short of money now - he has to buy such a large dance hall."

Wu Bingkun couldn't help but feel moved, "Achao, oh no, Chaozi, tell me, how sure is it to handle the transfer this time?"

"Half to half." Song Zhichao said calmly.

Wu Bingkun swallowed, "If I propose to invest, would you guess Boss Zhang agree?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "That depends on how short of money he is."

Wu Bingkun didn't understand.

Song Zhichao added, "If you have money, you have career; if you don't have money, you have career. If you don't have money, you have career. You are the same, so is he."

Wu Bingkun understood and gritted his teeth and said, "Chaozi, I have almost 60,000 yuan in my hands now. If I sell the house, I can still raise 40,000 yuan. Anyway, I am alone, without a wife or a child, and I will eat enough alone, and the whole family will not be hungry - fight hard!"

In the face of huge benefits, many people will lose their rationality and become like gamblers. According to the current profitability of Caesar Dance Hall, they make money every day and invest 100,000 yuan, and at most they can make a profit in a year. In the future, those can be made; it can be said that the 100,000 yuan at this time is a huge sum of money, and an investment of 100,000 yuan is definitely a big gamble.

Originally, Song Zhichao was optimistic about Chen Jianjun, so he reminded him before that giving him this opportunity could be considered as repaying him with a favor; but now it seems that Chen Jianhui still lacks the courage to do big things.

In this era, as long as you have no courage, you will be eliminated by opportunities. Opportunities will not wait for your steps, but will only push the times forward!

After a pause, Wu Bingkun seemed to feel a little unhappy and gritted his teeth and continued, "As the saying goes, the owner of a thin dog is ashamed. Mark and I have worked hard for so many years without credit. He had promised me before. If one day he became rich, he ate meat and I drank soup, now I think his promise should be fulfilled."
Chapter completed!