Chapter 122 The 122nd day since I stopped running...

Chapter 122 The 122nd day since I stopped running...

Wen Chan glanced at them and smiled: "Your designs are all very good. You could say they wouldn't be out of style even in the United States."

This is undoubtedly the highest praise for designers.

Yu Yunxin asked excitedly, "Really? If we sold it to Americans, would they buy it?"

Wen Chan touched the fabric and said, "I will definitely buy it, but only if it doesn't have a domestic brand. The US looks down on Chinese fashion these days. But I can say with certainty that these designs are very interesting. Who designed these overalls?"

The rather shy designer, Mr. Hu, raised his hand: "It's me."

Wen Chan glanced at him and said, "This design is good, but I suggest not pairing it with a dark-colored sweater. The colors of jeans are already quite somber, either black or gray, or blue. Pairing it with a bright-colored sweater, such as a yellow knit sweater with a pattern, would look much better."

Liu Yan said, "I remember we have these styles in our warehouse, Linglong, go and get them for me."

Lan Linglong agreed and ran over to fetch a large bag of clothes, all of which were the latest styles that Liu Yan had bought at the market.

Wen Chan unceremoniously instructed Yu Yunxin and the others to change their outfits, and the effect was remarkable, making them stand out.

"I always thought this lace silk blouse was too flashy and I couldn't find anything to match it with, but I never expected it to look so good with a high-waisted denim skirt!" Liu Yan stroked the clothes on the mannequin with obvious affection.

Wen Chan said, "The denim skirt is too long. It's not suitable because it reaches the calves. It looks fine on the model because the model has a slim and standard figure, but most people have muscles in their calves, so it doesn't look good. Try adjusting it to the knee length."

Yu Yunxin brought over a few security pins and fastened them to the hem of her skirt.

Everyone stepped back to take a look, and it was true; these slight changes made the whole outfit more dynamic.

Everyone looked at Wen Chan with admiration.

As Wen Chan touched the fabric of the skirt, she just remembered a type of fabric she could recommend to Liu Yan when someone knocked on the door and said to Liu Yan, "Sister Liu, Boss Chen called looking for his wife."

Liu Yan looked at Wen Chan with a teasing look in her eyes, "You've only been out for a short time and you're already in such a hurry. Come on, I'll take you to my office to answer the phone."

Liu Yan's office was just as clean and tidy, but unlike other places, this place had a lot more fashion magazines and movie posters from Hong Kong. In addition, there were many fabric samples covering the entire desk.

Wen Chan only needed one glance to know that Liu Yan had put a lot of effort into the garment factory.

She was even more satisfied, not only because she had invested her own money, but also because she liked Liu Yan—she was hardworking and willing to ask questions.

Wen Chan picked up the phone and said "hello." Liu Yan then gestured for her to go outside for a moment.

Liu Yan went out, but didn't go far. She met Lan Linglong nearby to discuss the next production plan.

Winter clothes are expensive and the competition is fierce. After their sister brand jeans became famous this year, there are many competitors in China. Even in Shenzhen, there are counterfeiters that make imitations, which are half the price of theirs, but the quality is much worse.

The same style of jeans produced by their clothing factory are comfortable and easy to move in, but the quality of the counterfeit version is so poor that it's fine as long as you don't make any big movements. If you take a slightly bigger step, it's likely to tear.

Liu Yan's thinking was clear: she would stick to the path of maintaining quality and quantity. She couldn't cut costs and increase efficiency just to compete with the low-end market; doing so would be digging her own grave.

She spoke for quite a while before Wen Chan finally came out of the office.

Liu Yan smiled and said, "Zhengzi, what's wrong? Why did you call me so eagerly?"

Wen Chan said, "It's nothing serious. Yesterday, that young man went to their construction site and said he'd treat everyone to dinner tonight. Chen Bo called me and said he'd come pick me up tonight. Liu Yan, do you want to come too?"

Liu Yan pointed to her own nose: "Me? Is that appropriate?"

Wen Chan said, "What's inappropriate about it? They're not just inviting us, they've also invited many of our neighbors from the tenement, and even Chen Bozheng and his gang. The venue is Fengzeyuan."

"Fengzeyuan?"

Lan Linglong said in surprise, "Eating there is not cheap. When we treated our guests to a meal there before, it cost one or two thousand for a few people. There must be ten or twenty people going this time, so it must cost more than ten thousand."

"Who knows? Maybe they don't care about ten thousand yuan." Wen Chan said, "If you want to go, you can go together. Anyway, they're hosting a banquet. Whether there are more or fewer people, it's just a matter of adding a few more chairs."

Liu Yan was genuinely interested. "I'm taking your words seriously, Linglong. Let's go freeload tonight and save on a meal."

Wen Chan laughed and said, "Do you mean you still owe me this meal?"

None of them took going to Fengzeyuan for dinner seriously. Even Lan Linglong, who now earns a considerable monthly salary (Liu Yan pays her 20,000 yuan a month), was not concerned with whether she wanted to go to Fengzeyuan, despite its high price.

That evening, Chen Bo drove to pick up the three of them and take them to Fengzeyuan.

Liu Yan also brought a gift: a bottle of Moutai liquor.

Chen Bozheng saw it and laughed, "Liu Yan, you're really too kind of you to bring something?"

Liu Yan said, "I can't just eat and drink for free. This Moutai isn't expensive; it was a gift from someone else, so I didn't pay for it."

She handed the wine to Lan Linglong, then suddenly thought, "By the way, aren't we dressed a bit too formally? Should we go change? After all, it's an elder's treat."

Chen Bozheng shook his head: "There's no need to go overboard. Actually, I meant that we could just eat at home, but Mr. Chen insisted on having a big banquet."

"Isn't it good to have a banquet?" Liu Yan was happy to relax since she didn't have to dress too formally. She looked at Wen Chan and said, "Wen Chan, why is it that the more money your husband earns, the less he's willing to spend it?"

Wen Chan smiled and said, "I like that he's stingy. Ideally, he wouldn't spend a single penny and would give it all to me."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lan Linglong was also amused.

Fengzeyuan is a bit far away. When we arrived, there were indeed a lot of luxury cars outside. Santana was nothing special here. There were plenty of Mercedes-Benz and BMWs, and even a Maserati.

Wen Chan thought to herself, "The capital city truly lives up to its name."

"Bozheng, over here."

Chen Shuangping and Grandpa Wang were waiting at the door. When they saw them coming, they immediately waved.

Chen Bo was leading Wen Chan and the other two over.

"Ah Zheng, why are you so late?" Grandpa Wang asked with some dissatisfaction. "Your great-uncle and we have been waiting for you for quite a while. He even came out to wait for you."

Chen Bozheng said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, there was a traffic jam on the way, which delayed us a bit. Everyone, please go inside quickly. It's very windy and dusty right now, so don't get your faces covered in dust."

Wen Chan glanced at him with a half-smile.

As everyone walked inside, she said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You've become cunning."

Their skill at changing the subject has really improved; they even have a logical basis for it.

Chen Bo said in a serious tone, "The wind and sand are really strong now that it's autumn. I noticed you didn't bring a scarf back. I'll buy you a few later. What brand do you want?"

"What's the point of buying them? If you're so capable, why don't you knit me a few scarves?"

Wen Chan said, harboring a mischievous thought.

Chen Bo looked at Wen Chan helplessly, "Do you think I look like someone who would knit a scarf?"

Wen Chan said, "Fatty told me that you know how to mend clothes."

Chen Bozheng stopped and looked at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan looked completely innocent. "Fatty told me."

Wen Chan blinked. "I don't even know how to mend clothes. Since you know how to mend clothes, it means that knitting a scarf isn't difficult for you either."

She curled her lips into a mischievous smile, leaned close to Chen Bozheng's ear, and whispered something.

Upon hearing those words, Chen Bozheng blushed from his ears to his neck.

"Wen Chan, Zheng Zi, what are you doing talking here?"

Liu Yan and Lan Linglong followed Grandpa Wang and the others to their seats, only to find that Wen Chan and his wife were missing. When they came back, they saw the couple standing at the door, talking to each other and getting very close.

They didn't actually touch each other, but the pink bubbles around them were incredibly obvious.

"Oh, I just asked him something."

Wen Chan took Chen Bozheng's arm and pulled him inside.

The monks and others all arrived, as did Lin Qingfeng's family, and Hua Lingfeng and his group, who had arrived much earlier.

Hua Lingfeng noticed that Chen Bo's face was flushed and asked in surprise, "Brother Chen, why is your face so red?"

Chen Bo coughed and tugged at his collar: "It's too hot."

"It's hot, and even with the air conditioning on in the lobby, we all feel a bit cold," Hua Lingfeng said in surprise, nudging Wang Jianquan. "Brother-in-law, don't you think so?"

Wang Jianquan was pouring drinks for everyone when he said to Hua Lingfeng, "Say less, Bozheng. If you're hot, go wash your face in the restroom."

Chen Bozheng grunted in agreement, then noticed several packs of cigarettes on the table and said to the monk, "Monk, distribute the cigarettes to everyone. Tell them not to smoke anymore; if they want to, they can go back and smoke."

The monk hummed in agreement.

Hua Lingfeng was even more puzzled: "Why can't we smoke here? This place doesn't prohibit smoking."

“My sister-in-law is in poor health. She had surgery not long ago and can’t stand the smell of smoke,” the monk said.

They didn't know this before; it was only after Chen Bo consulted a doctor in the United States that they learned about this taboo.

Hua Lingfeng slapped his forehead. "Oh, no wonder. No wonder he hasn't smoked a single cigarette in the past few days. It turns out it's all for his wife."

Everyone at the table joined in the commotion.

Wen Chan wasn't embarrassed at all, sitting there casually, though she was somewhat surprised inside.

She hadn't expected Chen Bozheng to have considered things so thoroughly.

If Hua Lingfeng hadn't pointed it out, she really wouldn't have noticed that Chen Bozheng didn't seem to smell of smoke anymore.

Chen Bozheng returned after a while, and when he came back, he found that he and his wife were sitting on either side of Chen Shuangping and his grandson.

Chen Shuangping patted the seat below him and said, "Bozheng, come sit here. Let's have a good drink tonight."

Chen Bo looked embarrassed and walked over to his granddaughter. "Miss Chen, could you switch seats with me? I'd like to sit with my husband."

Wen Chan was drinking juice when she heard this. She choked and looked at him with a glare, as if to say, "What are you up to?"