Chapter 9 The Ninth Day After Stopping Running

Chapter 9 The Ninth Day After Stopping Running

Chen Bozheng couldn't make a decision about this on his own, so he told Wen Chan that he would think about it and then went back to find Lin Qingfeng and the others.

Upon entering the house, Lin Qingfeng and the monk were playing around with the fat man. When they saw Chen Bo returning, Lin Qingfeng turned around and called out, "Brother!"

Chen Bo nodded and walked over to the chair next to him, sitting down with an air of authority.

The room was stuffy and hot, with no air conditioning at all.

Their room was on the west side, and it was stuffy and hot. Luckily, these men had all grown up enduring hardship and were used to it. In the early years, when there was nowhere to sleep, it wasn't uncommon for seven or eight men to sleep on the floor.

"Brother Zheng, what's wrong?" The monk was perceptive and noticed that Chen Bozheng was acting differently.

Logically, Chen Bo should be happy now that the principal issue has been resolved.

Chen Bo handed the money to Lin Qingfeng before bringing up Wen Chan's words, "I'm a little unsure about this. Fengzi, Monk, Fatty, what do you guys think about changing the style?"

If Lin Qingfeng and the others hadn't heard this before Wen Chan proved her abilities, they definitely wouldn't have paid any attention.

Although the style they chose was recommended by Boss Song, they also went to the market to check it out, and it was indeed the most popular style right now.

Lin Qingfeng hesitated and said, "What if we change the style and it still doesn't sell?"

He said, "Brother Zheng, I know my sister-in-law is quite smart, but she's not an expert in this area."

Chen Bo nodded and looked at the monk and the fat man.

The fat man now idolizes Wen Chan to the point of worship, and immediately said, "I support my sister-in-law. She is smarter than us. My grandma always told me that if you are stupid, you should listen to the smart ones."

"Hey, who are you calling stupid?" Lin Qingfeng laughed in exasperation, raising his hand to slap the fat man on the back of the head. "I'm a college student!"

"Yes, yes, you're a college student, but your brain isn't as sharp as your sister-in-law's." The monk covered the back of his head, hid behind the monk, and said to Lin Qingfeng, "Who was it that was stupid enough to say that 10,000 yuan is only 3,000 yuan? I'm smarter than you."

"Hey, you, you come here. Let's go out and have a fight today and see who's the king and queen."

Lin Qingfeng was so angry he laughed.

He was probably a little embarrassed and angry, after all, he was indeed a bit foolish.

Chen Bozheng couldn't say anything to the two of them since they were acting so irresponsibly, so he could only look at the monk.

The monk's intuition was always very accurate. Last time, Chen Bozheng almost made a mistake because he didn't believe him. This time, he wanted to see the monk's opinion.

The monk shook his head: "I don't know, but you might as well ask your sister-in-law what style she wants to change to if she does."

"I know that!"

The fat man realized, "My sister-in-law has been watching 'Public Relations Lady' a lot these past few days, and she even asked Aunt Sun's husband about their factory making clothes in the same style as those in the TV series. She must want to change to that style."

"What's 'Public Relations Miss'?" Lin Qingfeng asked curiously. "The name doesn't sound very proper?"

"Go away, you college student, how come you have such crooked ideas in your head? It's a proper TV series, it's really popular now..." the fat man proudly told them about the plot.

As Chen Bo listened, he began to understand.

He was leaving the next afternoon and planned to issue the treasury bonds in the morning before returning. So he asked Wen Chan, "Are you planning to make the costumes for that TV series?"

Wen Chan wasn't surprised that he knew. The fat man's mouth was as loose as a belt, so what could he possibly hide? "Similar, but not quite the same. I plan to draw a few pictures myself, similar to others but different."

She dislikes those exaggerated padded-shoulder suits and cumbersome shirts. Although making the same style as those in TV dramas and hyping it up as the same style worn by actresses would guarantee sales, she still prefers to put in some effort to make the clothes more in line with her own aesthetic.

She would be a little worried if she were to make menswear, but womenswear would be much easier. After all, she had worked on Wall Street in her previous life, a place where even cufflinks had to be carefully selected and people would laugh at you for using the wrong perfume. If you didn't have good taste, it would be hard to survive there.

Chen Bo thought for a moment and said, "I'll bring you back some paper and pens. What do you need?"

Wen Chan didn't stand on ceremony with him and told him to buy whatever he wanted, preferably some colored pencils or something. But when Chen Bozheng came back, he brought back paint instead.

Wen Chan looked at the real paint and sighed, "I don't know how to use this."

"Sister-in-law, you don't need to know how, Zheng-ge can draw!"

The fat man said, and even brought over a stone to help weigh down the paper.

Lin Qingfeng laughed and said, "Brother Zheng started painting for tourists in Xiangshan Park and Tiananmen Square when he was a teenager. He may not be good at anything else, but his painting skills are better than those so-called painters."

"I didn't know you had this skill?" Wen Chan looked Chen Bozheng up and down and said in surprise.

Chen Bozheng rarely showed an embarrassed and helpless expression. "It's just a little bit of basic skill. It's not as exaggerated as they say."

“That’s still better than my drawing skills,” Wen Chan said. “Since you’re here to help, I won’t stand on ceremony.”

She first drew out several dress designs she had come up with over the past few days, and then instructed Chen Bozheng to draw them again.

Chen Bozheng wasn't very modest; his skill level was just that of someone who could draw, but it was still much better than Wen Chan's abstract paintings.

Lin Qingfeng and the others couldn't see how well Wen Chan had drawn it.

But once Chen Bozheng drew it, the style of the clothes became particularly eye-catching: suit skirts, A-line skirts and plaid skirts, blazers and shirts.

Wen Chan simply stopped drawing, too lazy to do it herself, and just talked to people on the side, occasionally adding details that came to mind.

She adopted a "take what you can get" approach, incorporating Burberry's check pattern and Chanel's skirt suit style, adding or subtracting elements as needed.

After working for more than an hour, Chen Bozheng had drawn more than a dozen pictures.

When he put his hand down, his wrist was already a little sore. He looked up and saw the fat man and Lin Qingfeng holding the picture and discussing it endlessly. "This suit dress is still the best. It looks so stylish."

"I said that the A-line skirt my sister-in-law is talking about looks better. If a tall, leggy girl wore that, everyone on the street would definitely stare at her!"

Lin Qingfeng and the fat man argued so much about whether a suit dress or an A-line skirt looked better that they almost came to blows.

To show the effect of the clothing, there is a mannequin in the picture.

Chen Bo was both annoyed and amused. "You can argue all you want, but don't ruin my drawing!"

"Don't worry, we're being careful," Lin Qingfeng said hurriedly, his ears turning slightly red. "Brother Zheng, if we're making these clothes, could you save one set for me to give away?"

"Who should we give it to? Sister Yanzi?" the fat man teased.

Lin Qingfeng blushed and kicked the fat man, "Who told you to be so talkative!"

"Who is Sister Yanzi?" Wen Chan handed a glass of water to Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bozheng took a sip of his drink and placed his hand on the table. "Fengzi is my neighbor. We grew up together."

Wen Chan suddenly realized, "Childhood sweethearts."

"That's not true!" Lin Qingfeng denied, his face flushed, but his words were hardly convincing.

Wen Chan couldn't help but find it amusing; she never would have guessed that Lin Qingfeng was such a shy person.

Despite the laughter and commotion, Chen Bozheng asked them to return the blueprints. "Now, does everyone think we should change the design?"

"It has to be changed! It definitely needs to be changed!"

The fat man spoke first: "The previous styles looked alright, but now compared to them, they're just incredibly tacky. If we take this batch to Beijing, it'll be like scorpions pooping."

"What do you mean?" Wen Chan asked.

Chen Bozheng said, "One of a kind."

Wen Chan: "..."

"What do you guys think?" Chen Bo asked, looking at the monk and Lin Qingfeng.

Lin Qingfeng said, "If we don't change it, wouldn't we be fools?"

The monk nodded.

Chen Bozheng said, "Then I'll go talk to Boss Ye about this when I get back."

Wen Chan took the blueprints from his hand. "No need, you guys do your thing. I'm going to find Boss Ye with Fatty. You have to leave me something to do. I'm getting bored and restless all the time."

Chen Bo hesitated for a moment, and Wen Chan raised an eyebrow, "You don't trust me?"

Fatty and Lin Qingfeng exchanged glances, waiting to see Chen Bozheng make a fool of himself.

Chen Bo was watching his friends' behavior closely, gritting his teeth inwardly, but said outwardly, "How could that be? It's just that we think Boss Ye is a difficult person to deal with. He already agreed to this order somewhat reluctantly, and now we want to change the style, so we're afraid he won't be able to say no."

"Don't worry, he said it would take a month for our batch of goods to be shipped out. Only a few days have passed, so their factory definitely hasn't had time to produce our goods yet."

Looking at the lifelike design on the drawing, Wen Chan felt a great sense of accomplishment, even though she hadn't drawn it herself.

She also had a selfish motive: she planned to keep a few outfits for herself.

"Besides, Fatty and I aren't children. Do you think we can't adapt to changing circumstances? Stop nagging. Aren't you leaving this afternoon? Hurry up and have lunch."

Chen Bozheng finally figured it out.

Wen Chan's personality was even more decisive than his.

On the surface it was a discussion, but in reality, she was determined to never back down once she had made up her mind.

Left with no other choice, he could only pull the fat man aside and give him a few more instructions.

The fat man patted Chen Bozheng on the shoulder, "Brother Zheng, don't worry, I think your wife can handle things better than I can!"

Chen Bo looked at the fat man's confident face and was speechless for a moment.

If the monk hadn't been so taciturn and not so good at interacting with women, Chen Bozheng would have wanted to keep him around.

It's not easy to arrange a meeting with Mr. Ye. If Wen Chan hadn't previously defeated Mr. Ye and made him admit defeat wholeheartedly, he wouldn't have had time to see her.

"Well, why are there only the two of you? Where's Xiao Chen?" Boss Ye sat in his executive chair, which creaked under his weight, making one worry that it might collapse at any moment.

Wen Chan and the fat man sat down, and the secretary brought in two cups of tea.

Wen Chan laughed and said, "Boss Ye, are you not happy to see us? We're not that ugly, are we?"

Mr. Ye was amused. He puffed on his cigar, leaned forward, and placed his hands on the desk. "Girl, you're really funny. Could it be that you've come here to play cards with me this time? Let me tell you, I figured out the key to your win last time. You're quite sharp; you memorized all the cards on the table. Impressive."

He gave a thumbs-up, revealing a gold ring.

The fat man was somewhat surprised.

They only understood after Wen Chan explained it to them.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ye figured it out on his own without needing anyone to explain it.

Wen Chan said, "No wonder you're famous for your card skills. I didn't expect my little tricks to fool you. But I'm not here to play cards with you. I want to discuss something with you. We haven't finished the order yet, right? Could you change the design?"

Mr. Ye raised an eyebrow, his short, stubby thumb rubbing against it. "Pretty lady, are you kidding me?"