Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 307 Chapter 86 Jeans

"Then I came in time, but even if this part is borrowed from me by the garment factory, it will be returned to me after the payment is returned."

"No problem, the interest will be paid according to the market rate."

He Ping didn't care about the interest with Han Zhaokun, he just gave it if he wanted, and a clear calculation is beneficial to the development of the garment factory.

After the two finished their business, Han Zhaokun pulled He Ping back to his rented residence, "I'll show you something."

He Ping was aroused by Han Zhaokun's mysterious appearance, "What the hell?"

Han Zhaokun took out a piece of fabric from under the bed, "Look at this!"

"canvas?"

He Ping could tell what it was at a glance. Isn't this the most common jeans fabric in later generations?

"Canvas? This thing is called indigo denim. It is a production line imported from abroad by the No. 1979 Cotton Mill in [-]. This is the first denim manufacturer in China. I bought it from them when I purchased it. They produce a lot of gadgets now, but domestic buyers don’t recognize them, and they basically export them to earn foreign exchange.”

Don't recognize denim?
He Ping thought about it in his heart and understood that the taste is coming. There is still a difference between the early 80s and the mid-80s. At this time, people who love imported products are still a minority, and people who have this taste are still walking on the street and being pointed at by others. Guys, so the demand for denim is naturally not that great.

In less than two years, He Ping believes that this kind of denim will definitely become popular in China, mainly because the addition of foreign film and television works is too crazy.

At this time, the introduction of foreign film and television dramas in China will be popular one after another, and domestic audiences are not picky at all. With the introduction of film and television dramas, the trend of clothing will naturally be driven.

"What is your plan?"

"I want to buy some of this kind of cloth to make clothes. Isn't this kind of clothes always worn in foreign TV dramas? Many young people like this type of clothes."

Han Zhaokun's vision is still very accurate, but not detailed enough.

"It can be made, but it's better to choose one style. Now we don't know the demand in the market. I suggest you make a pair of women's jeans to try the water first."

"Women's jeans?"

"Yes, it's the one that is very slim." He Ping said, gesticulating with two S-lines with both hands, with an extremely wretched expression.

Han Zhaokun touched the fabric of the denim, suddenly realized, and then smiled wickedly, "You are too bad boy."

In the end, the two of them unanimously decided to make "slim fit jeans" and try the water first to see how the market responds.

He Ping knew that people in the 80s wore flared trousers, but he really couldn't understand this kind of aesthetics. Slim-fit jeans are so good-looking. Since he has this condition, he must correct the aesthetics of people in this era.

After the two discussed the matter of the garment factory, He Ping gave Han Zhaokun another 1 yuan in the name of "borrowing".

What I can do has been done, and the rest is left to him.

In the evening, He Ping once again called all the little brothers from Yingcheng out to have a meal. Two of them went to other areas to run sales, but they missed it. He Ping made an appointment to make up for them next time.

They are all young men in their twenties. When the friendship was the most important, He Ping's several treats were done by the big brother, and these young men have already won their hearts to him.

At the end of the banquet, He Ping was so drunk that he blushed and hugged a few people with a thick neck. He breathed out his alcohol and said, "Follow the elder brother and do it well. Don't dare to say anything else. By this time next year, I will let you save enough money to get married and marry a daughter-in-law." No problem with money, three turns and one ring, it’s not a problem, when the big brother will give you all, will you win?"

"middle!"

"Brother is awesome!"

"Brother He, I will follow you from now on."

A few lads who had already been fooled by He Ping wailed, and they almost made a blood alliance with He Ping.

A table of people came in vertically and went out horizontally. The restaurant waiter looked at them with anger. If they didn't see that they were all drunk and not easy to mess with, they would have kicked them out long ago.

After a night of hangover, He Ping boarded the train back home.

The slow green leather car is like a never-ending old scalper, galloping diligently in the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

After crossing the Huaihe River, the temperature dropped sharply.

He Ping wrapped up the padded coat that Han Zhaokun stuffed him before getting into the car, it was the second brother who had the foresight!

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the train moves forward all the way, rushing to the hometown.

He Ping also doesn't remember how many times he backed the train, stayed on the train for a few days, and stepped on the platform of the Pingxian railway station in a flicker.

At this time, snowflakes were falling in the sky, and he looked up at the white catkins in the night sky, under the dim light on the platform, it seemed that it was spring.

finally arrived at home!
After feeling emotionally on the platform for a few seconds, He Ping left the station with his luggage on his back and went straight to the train station guest house.

"Get me a room."

He Ping is now an old acquaintance at the train station. When the front desk saw his face, he didn't even look at the letter of introduction or work permit, and directly opened a room for him.

As soon as he entered the room and put his things away, he fell asleep.

The next morning, the 26th of the twelfth lunar month.

He Ping went to Hao Jianjun's office to say hello to him.

"Yo! Your kid is back? When did you arrive?"

"Last night, I was so tired that I went to the guest house to rest for the night."

"This tossing time is long enough. I finally came back. Will I have a drink later?"

"No, next time, go home early."

He Ping is ready to return home now, if he hadn't been too tired last night, he would have gone back at night.

Seeing He Ping's resolute refusal, Hao Jianjun didn't try to persuade him any more.

"Okay, when you come over next time, let's have a drink."

"no problem."

Hao Jianjun remembered something again and asked, "Hey, how is Zhaokun doing over there?"

Han Zhaokun left in a hurry at that time, and only said "go to Nanshan" to Hao Jianjun, without any cause or effect.

"Very good, opened a garment factory in Yangzhou."

"Being your own boss? I said you ran to Nanshan in such a hurry."

After talking about Han Zhaokun's situation, He Ping left.

Today, Hantun didn’t deliver eggs to the train station, and He Ping couldn’t get a tractor, so he had to find a donkey cart that was pulling its feet at the train station, “Master, go to Hantun.”

The master who pulled the feet was very talkative. Seeing He Ping coming out of the train station with big and small bags, he asked, "Little brother, where did you put it back?"

"Yangdong's side."

"Yangdong? Yangdong is good, the frontier of reform."

"Brother, you are quite concerned about national affairs!"

"Hey, isn't this just playing around at the train station? Everyone is talking nonsense."

Wrapped in a cotton coat, He Ping chatted with the foot puller all the way. It just snowed last night and it was still quite cold outside.

When the donkey cart arrived at Hongqi Commune, before reaching the post office, He Ping couldn't wait to jump out of the cart, "Master, wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

(End of this chapter)