Shenlan Trading is a foreign trade company mainly engaged in clothing exports and has its own production line. But in Shen Che's impression, the benefits are average, and it can even be said to be a bit poor.

Its factory is made of men's and women's children's clothing, mainly sold to Europe. The factory produces 50,000 to 400,000 pieces, and has two flat car lines. Its operating income is 20 million, but its gross profit margin is only 10.

These are the data that came to Shen Che's mind. In addition to this, there is another point in my memory.

"Hello, sir, who do you want?" The dignified front desk clerk came over and asked.

Chen Che stood at the door without saying a word, looking at the "familiar" place in his memory. This was the only "workplace" he had entered in his previous life. He had been jealous of his superiors, excluded by his peers, and pressured from top to bottom, which made him breathless.

Now that I am revisiting the old place, I can’t help but feel a little emotional.

In my memory, there was a "serious" Mr. Chen in the company, but that Mr. Chen was always a woman. If Mr. Chen was Mr. Chen, then... Chen Keyi was a woman?

"Sir?" The beauty at the front desk looked at Chen Che who was standing at the door in surprise.

Chen Che blurted out: "Is Mr. Chen still alive?"

"What?" The front desk was startled and looked at the boy at the door. What did he mean? "Are you still alive?"

Chen Che came back to his senses and realized that he had said the wrong thing because of his thoughts. He smiled and said, "Just kidding, I want to meet Mr. Chen and talk about a large order of 5,000 T-shirts."

"If you don't make an appointment, I need to go in and ask. Please wait and sit here." After greeting Chen Che, he twisted his waist and walked inside.

The lightning of memory passed by my mind again.

It was a sad story about Mr. Chen from Deep Blue Trading.

In May 2019, Chen Che, who was intern here, heard a bad news from his colleagues in the company. Mr. Chen, who was beloved in the company, was involved in a car accident due to drunk driving. When he was carried to the hospital, he failed to rescue and died.

Chen Che only occasionally saw Mr. Chen’s back or side face. At most, he took a look at him from a distance during the meeting. He only knew that he was a serious female president who always had a stern face, rarely laughed, and was serious.

The only time he intersected was at a clothing exhibition. He made a mistake and was seen by Mr. Chen and scolded him mercilessly in public. His superiors were also scolded. Later, his already pitiful salary that month was deducted an additional 1,000, which made Chen Che, who was so poor at that time, hold a grudge.

However... Then he heard the bad news about Mr. Chen, everyone in the company cried bitterly, and he also shed a few tears. After all, he was a young beauty, and shed a lot of beauty.

Who doesn't feel sorry?

But Chen Che was a ignorant newcomer at the time, and he didn't know that the name of Mr. Chen, who everyone called him, was "Chen Keyi". He just followed the people in the company to shout "Big Mr. Chen" and "Big Mr. Chen".

The beauty at the front desk came over and said, "Sir, you can come to Mr. Chen's office to talk."

Chen Che followed him in. The arrangement in his memory was different from that in the present, but it was similar. He basically didn't know his face. There was an old woman in a black suit near the window, which looked familiar. She heard the sound of footsteps and looked up at Chen Che. Chen Che remembered, Oh, isn't this the boss who always abused him back then? This old woman is old and is working here now. She looks relatively young at the time, at the age of thirty.

He was taken into the office by the front desk, and Chen Che looked up and saw the woman sitting behind the large desk.

She looked down at the documents, unable to see her appearance, and when she heard the sound of footsteps, she looked up and stood up.

"Hello." She said dignifiedly.

Chen Che's eyes were slightly condensed. It was really her, Mr. Chen from Deep Blue Trading. The reason why he was "small" was because this was her family's business, and her brother was the boss here.

"May I ask, is your name Chen Keyi?" Chen Che first said the question in his heart, and at the same time he was a little confused. If she was Chen Keyi, then the "Ke Yi can't" in Bai Qian's sticky note at the bedside of the dormitory refers to her?

The game system randomly draws six people from their interpersonal relationships. If Chen Keyi is drawn according to his interpersonal relationships in his previous life, then there is nothing wrong with it.

If we count based on Bai Qian’s relationship, then "Ke Yi" is the "Chen Keyi" in front of us.

The young woman behind the desk has long straight black hairstyle, her head and body are more perfect, her face is very small and three-dimensional, her eyes are thorough, her nose is straight, her swan neck, her figure is slender and tall, 170 cm, she is thin and not exposed, she is very round and full, and her skin is particularly fair.

For this woman, it seems vulgar as "beautiful", but it should be "beautiful".

For example, Zhang Nana, a bakery employee, had the first impression of "beautifulness", while Mr. Chen in front of him had the first impression of "beautifulness".

She took out a business card and said, "Hello, I am Chen Keyi. May I ask, do you have an order for 5,000 T-shirts to hand over to us? Please sit down."

Chen Che sat on the sofa beside him, and brought water to the front desk and retreated.

Chen Che looked at the other woman, and her eyes showed confidence, maturity, and a little disdain.

Yes, it’s this woman, she looks like this, and the slightly disdainful look seems to be targeting anyone.

Chen Che took a sip of water, looked at the name on the business card, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "I have a bakery in the university town. I want to hold a promotion after the winter vacation. I want to order a batch of T-shirts with our store logo printed on it, ranging from 5,000 to 10,000 pieces."

Chen Che knew that for Deep Blue Trading, this was a big order.

This is also the reason why Chen Keyi was able to receive him.

"Are there any specific requirements?" Chen Keyi asked.

"The fabric must be good. Knitted fabrics of 20 yuan per kilogram are not used, at least 90 yuan per kilogram, and the processing price of each piece must be above 40 yuan. Use the best imported Egyptian cotton." Chen Che said.

After hearing this, Chen Keyi became interested.

Many cultural shirt orders have a processing price of about 2 yuan, and processing 5,000 pieces is only 10,000 yuan, which is not considered a big order.

That kind of cultural shirt that costs 2 yuan is sold online for 99 yuan, and it will get rotten after wearing it a few times.

This young man, who had to open his mouth for 40 yuan to process Egyptian cotton fabric, 5,000 pieces were 200,000, and 10,000 pieces were 400,000, which was really a big order.

"Just? Sir, are you talking about using Egyptian fabrics that are processed at 40 yuan to make cultural shirts? Isn't it too generous? T-shirts of this level can be sold for 200 yuan online, and offline shopping malls. If you put a better brand on it, you can sell for 600 yuan or more." Chen Keyi said.

"Mr. Xiao Chen is very real, but I just don't have to make the best T-shirts for promotions. I want to make my bakery bigger and stronger and make it an empire." Chen Che said.

"I'll explain it in detail to you. The most expensive and best pure cotton cloth is 70 to 90 yuan per pound. You can make three or four meters of cloth, and make two T-shirts per meter. The fabric cost of such a T-shirt is 12 yuan. This is the best fabric. The T-shirt that ordinary people buy for more than 100 yuan is only less than 2 yuan." Chen Keyi said, "Printing, if you use silk screen printing, the cost is 20 yuan, and the cost price of such a T-shirt is 2 yuan."

"You mean, the best T-shirt costs only 2 yuan." Chen Che said.

"Yes, so if you need to process a T-shirt that costs 40 yuan per piece, I can't make it unless I get you an extra 8 yuan per piece of processing fee." Chen Keyi said. "This kind of T-shirt that costs 2 yuan, if you put it on the Gui price, you can sell it for 8,500 yuan per piece."

...

The two started talking about order issues in the office.

During the conversation, Chen Che had a better understanding of the woman's personality. She always looked stern and always looked serious. In fact, her personality was a bit straightforward, and she would tell the price of the price.

Chen Che knew that what she said was not watery at all, and it was the truth.

Because he had an internship here in his previous life.

Chen Che did plan to order a batch of cultural shirts. After the winter vacation, the west gate of the school will be open, and there are crowds of people. We will hold a wave of promotional activities, order a batch of best T-shirts, and get the best amount you buy. We will make it a little more beautiful, have a higher grade, and the advertising effect will not be too bad.

The material of ordinary cultural shirts is poor, loose and disfigured after wearing them a few times.

He wants to make the best and most expensive, the fabric is the most comfortable and high-end, and the style and printing are the best.

So, this conversation was to lay the foundation for the [sound quality evaluation card], and to the other hand, I really wanted to order a batch of good T-shirts.

Time flies very quickly. At around four o'clock, Chen Che said: "Since the negotiations are good, I think we can organize a dinner tonight and sign the order. I order 10,000 pieces. If the effect is good, I will order more. The processing price will be calculated at 40. I will give you 400,000. After signing the order tonight, I will give you a deposit of 50,000. How about it?"

"Mr. Chen is so happy, he is so young and promising. I must treat this supper." Chen Keyi smiled and said.

The woman finally smiled, although she just smiled softly. She had seen her in a few times in her previous life, but she never saw her laugh. She thought she wouldn't laugh.

She smiled, her firm eyes ended with gentleness.

Chen Che knew that she liked drinking, so she could just let her go without driving and make her car. And to what she liked, she chose a private winery in the suburbs, "Baili Winery".

Baili Winery has a European-style wine estate covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 acres. It is the largest European-style wine estate in the harbor.

When Chen Keyi heard that he was going there, he smiled again.

It is reported that she really likes to drink, otherwise such a tragic incident would not have happened in May 2018 in later generations.

Chen Che took Chen Keyi and her two little assistants downstairs.

These two assistants are a man and a woman, both of whom are quite young. Chen Keyi introduced them to Chen Che, but Chen Che didn't even remember his name.

Chen Keyi said: "Mr. Chen, what kind of game do you think will be tonight? For orial     Dner, I will call a few friends with high end points. If it is private     part, just call a few young friends. I think you are not old, so you should be a few years younger than me, right?"

"The private party is ready, all of them are young people, so let's not be too angry. I'll call a few friends, and you can also call a few, I'll invite them tonight." Chen Che said.

"How can such a large order be used to make customers spend money? I must come." Chen Keyi said.

In a very harmonious atmosphere, several people got to Chen Che's President Martha.

Chen Che drove towards "Baili Villa", turned on the music, and said casually: "Mr. Chen, and the two in the back row, listen to the sound of my car. I spent a lot of money to modify it as soon as I picked up the car. Guess how much money did I spend to modify it?"

The sound of the gods echoed in the car.

With the support of 21 world-class speakers and fever-level amplifiers, the sound field atmosphere is revealed in a slight sense.

Chen Che extracted information about Mr. Chen from his memory. He remembered that several times he passed by her office, Tara's songs vaguely floated out, so he connected his phone with Bluetooth to play the Tara special show.

Chen Keyi closed his eyes in the passenger seat and said, "Chen always has a taste for life."

"It's just art," Chen Che said.

"Do you like tara too?" Chen Keyi asked.

"Yes, I am an Eun-jing fan." Chen Che said against his will.

At this time, traffic jams are on the road, so I have to go to Baili Winery, and I am afraid it will take at least 1 hour. This is just right, and the evaluation time required by the game system is also 1 hour.

Driving the car, Chen Che glanced at Chen Keyi next to her. She had already opened her eyes and looked outside the car window and listened to the song "Take off the trash" in a daze.

Don't know what you're thinking.

Chen Che was a little curious. Is she really related to Bai Qian? What was she thinking at this time? Will she still fail to drive drunk in May 2019 in this world line?

After all, this is a beauty with the style of a female president, and she looks like a twenty-five years old.

Chen Che suddenly said, "Does Xiao Chen like to drink?"

"Well, the wine aroma is charming and intoxicating. With a good glass of wine, you can smell the fragrance of flowers, fruits, plants, and even the fragrance of soil." Chen Keyi said.
To be continued...