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Chapter 164

"10 yuan, Chen Wan, you really don't want it?" Wang Liang was amazed, 10 yuan, his monthly salary is more than 40, and he has to earn more than 200 years, and his bones will be turned into ashes by then.

"No more." Chen Wan shook her head, that one hundred thousand is a hot potato, it's not worth it.

Wang Liang had a pained face, and at the same time admired Chen Wan. If he said no to 10 yuan, he would not want it. How many people can have such courage?

Chen Wan left the box of clothes on the bus of the studio: "If you like those clothes, take them away."

In order to practice stepping well, some people have calf cramps when they walk, and Chen Wan sees all their efforts.The clothes in the show are not suitable for daily wear, and it won't be useful for Chen Wan to take them home, so it's better to give them as gifts.

The girls immediately thanked Chen Wan happily. Who doesn't love beautiful clothes, even if they can't wear them, it's good to put them on the bottom of the suitcase.

One person divided two sets of clothes, and Wang Liang thought of something: "Why didn't you make the last one into our style?"

Wearing red for weddings has been an old tradition for many years. Green military uniforms, which were popular for a while a few years ago, are not popular to wear white anyway.Just now at the show, Wang Liang heard someone complaining about Chen Wan, saying that what he did was unethical.

"It's too late." The reason is very simple. Chen Wan doesn't have the time to do so much embroidery. Experts watch the doorway and laymen watch the excitement. His two boxes of clothes are all made of tailoring. Combined with the characteristics of the fabric itself, it creates a sense of luxury. In terms of heavy industry, it is not as good as Oric's design.

"It's a pity, if you become ours, no one will gossip about you." Wang Liang was a little regretful, but thinking that Chen Wan could beat Oric like this, it proved his ability even more, and he became happy again .

The train stops at the platform, and not only the passengers with big bags and small bags come up, but also freshly baked newspapers.

Hearing the words of the fashion show, Chen Wan bought a newspaper from the conductor. Under the genuine page, there was a report on the day of the fashion show. There was a line of small characters under the title, which read "Genius designer Chen Yan talks about Chinese fashion. industry development".

Chen Wan's expression changed. If he remembered correctly, he only mentioned three sentences in the interview that day, how could he talk freely.Sure enough, journalists like to use exaggerated rhetorical techniques.

After all, it was a public newspaper. The bet between Chen Wan and Oric was written as a friendly exchange. Since it was an exchange, there was no winning or losing, and the [-] bet was not mentioned at all.

There was no official media report on the collision between Chen Wan and Oric for the first time. It only took up palm-sized pages in several entertainment newspapers, so the scope of communication was within Beijing.It wasn't until the X Min Daily published it that people far away in Nancheng saw the clues.

On the contrary, the people in Beijing were puzzled. Isn't it called Chen Wan? Why did the newspaper write a statement? Could it be a mistake?

Xmin Daily is the newspaper that Uncle Qian must read every day. As soon as he sat down in the office that day, Qian Guosheng rushed in: "Uncle, read today's newspaper!"

Qian Guosheng thrust Chen Wan's report right in front of Uncle Qian's face, the corner of which hit Uncle Qian's face, Uncle Qian raised his head to avoid it, and took the newspaper: "What made you so excited—"

Uncle Qian's words were interrupted by surprise, and a moment later he showed the same expression as Qian Guosheng when he saw the report: "This Chen Yan, why do I feel like it's Chen Wan?"

"The designer from Nancheng, 22 years old, also brought the name of our textile factory. It's not Chen Wanneng who it is." Qian Guosheng was in a very comfortable mood. He never thought that one day his good friend would be able to appear on the X Min Daily According to the report, the talented designer really gave him a long face.

Thanks to Chen Wan's blessing, Nancheng textile chief appeared on the X Min Daily for the first time, and soon Uncle Qian and Qian Guosheng received inquiries from everyone. relation.

"I don't know." Qian Guosheng said vaguely. Since Chen Wan used a pseudonym, he must have his own reasons. He couldn't hold Chen Wan back.

Unlike the commotion in the textile factory, Ping'an Village is as quiet as ever. The villagers are busy with work every day, and they don't have the pleasure of reading newspapers. Moreover, most of them can't read all the words in the newspapers, and they are very lagging behind in knowing the outside world.

It was spring plowing, and the yard in the village was quiet at non-meal time. The adults were busy in the field. Chen Yongyang took out the key from his neck to unlock the door, threw his schoolbag on the chair, and hurried up the mountain.

March berries bear bright red fruits in the grass. After ripening, the fruits become soft and sweet, and they are extremely delicious snacks.

"Yongyang! Yongyang!" Zhao Hui saw Chen Yongyang's monkey-like figure from a distance while riding a bicycle, and called him to a stop, "Where are your parents?"

Zhao Hui read the newspaper in the morning, analyzed it with Zhang Cheng, and thought that Chen Yan was Chen Wan, so he came to announce the good news to the Chen family immediately after get off work.

"My mother and the others work in the field." Chen Yongyang doesn't know exactly which land, but he has his own method.

"mom--"

"mom--"

Chen Yongyang spread his hands around his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and the sound spread far away, and soon there was a response from a small slope on the left.

"Hey--"

"My mother and the others are there." Chen Yongyang pointed, "I'll take you there, Uncle Zhao, why are you looking for my mother and the others?"

Zhao Hui locked his bicycle in the yard of Chen's house and walked with Chen Yongyang. He waved the newspaper in his hand: "I'm here to tell you some good news."

"What good news? Who is Chen Yan? He has the same surname as ours." Chen Yongyang had sharp eyes and saw the headlines in the newspaper, but he was a child, so naturally he couldn't guess the relationship between Chen Yan and Chen Wan.

Since having a wife and child, Zhao Hui talked a lot more than before. He let go of his hand to prevent Chen Yongyang from tearing up the newspaper: "I'll tell you later, can you understand the newspaper?"

The current education is based on the five-three-three school system. As a student in the fifth grade of elementary school, Chen Yongyang is about to enter junior high school. The words on the title are within his reading range.

"Okay, I'll read it with your parents later." Zhao Hui touched Chen Yongyang's head to let him watch the way, "I won't take the newspaper away, you can read it for as long as you want."

Chen Yongyang then raised his head, automatically speeded up, and immediately shouted after seeing Zhou Mei: "Mom, Uncle Zhao is looking for you!"

Not only is the Chen family's land on the small slope, the people working nearby looked over curiously when they heard Chen Yongyang's words.

"You said that our Liu'er has been published in the newspaper? Isn't the person on it called Chen Yan?" There are so many people with the surname Chen in the world, Zhou Mei couldn't get in touch for a while.

"I've inquired, it's Chen Wan, that's right, look at this, Heyuan Textile Factory, isn't Chen Wan familiar with the people in the textile factory?" Zhao Hui firmly believed that there was no problem with his analysis with Zhang Cheng, "It's really not possible, you write The letter asked Chen Wan if Chen Yan was his pseudonym."

Zhao Hui's determined attitude gradually dispelled Zhou Mei's doubts. She quickly patted the ashes off her hands, carefully read the newspaper carefully, and skipped words she didn't know. Although she stumbled, it did not affect the overall content.

"Oh, Liu'er is really promising, communicating with foreigners..."

Zhao Hui had nothing else to do when he came over, so he left after delivering the newspaper for a while, leaving behind the newspaper, which Zhou Mei and the others read over and over several times.

The train from Beijing stopped at the Nancheng platform. Chen Wan went to the school to sell the leave first, and then took out the Minister of Wen's certificate, and asked for another half a month.With Minister Wen as an endorsement, the school leaders readily approved Chen Wan's leave.

According to the class schedule, Wang Li'an was supposed to be in the teaching building at the moment, and Chen Wan waited outside the classroom for about ten minutes, planning to talk to him about the follow-up arrangements after class.

"Chen Wan?" The students sitting in the back row spotted Chen Wan's figure, and in the next second, dozens of pairs of eyes looked over.

Being stared at by so many people, Chen Wan's first reaction was that his alias had been found out, but fortunately, the students only cared about why he asked for leave and whether something happened at home.

Chen Wan made up a reason to evade it, but only Wang Li'an knew it well.

"Is it you, Chen Yan?" Wang Li'an quietly asked for confirmation, and after getting an affirmative answer, he gave a big thumbs up.

In Wang Li'an's mind, Chen Wan's design talent is excellent, but limited by his vision, this excellence is only for domestic purposes. Wang Li'an dare not imagine truly communicating with foreign masters.

Master, is the name of Oric in the newspaper, which highlights Chen Wan's high level from the side.

Speaking of business, Chen Wan told Wang Li'an that he would be in the textile factory for the next half month, and that it was not appropriate to sell clothes in private, so they stopped in the future.

"It's all stopped?" Wang Li'an was taken aback. How could he get a commission if he didn't sell clothes?

"Don't worry, you have other things to do, I'll pay you alone." Chen Wan signaled Wang Li'an to be calm, "I will bring back the first batch of samples from the textile factory in half a month, and you will be responsible for following up with them." The person in the department store communicated and asked him to reach a purchase agreement with us. Before that, you need to get their sales data, and I will ask Qian Guosheng to assist you."

Both Chen Wan and Wang Li'an are college students, only Qian Guosheng can manage the production line wholeheartedly, so Chen Wan handed over the sales to Wang Li'an.

"I understand." Wang Li'an didn't ask how much Chen Wan planned to pay him, he believed that Chen Wan would not treat him badly.

"You can bring the newspaper with you when you meet the person in charge." If you can't take advantage of the situation, Chen Wan's interview will be in vain.

Wang Li'an knows everything. He really admires Chen Wan more and more. He knows everything.

After doing all this, Chen Wan was finally able to go home and have a short rest for a day. He originally wanted to lie down on the bed for a while, but fell asleep unknowingly until night.

"Brother Shan?" Chen Wan rubbed his eyes and went downstairs. He slept for too long and felt more tired than before going to bed.

Xu Kongshan was cooking in the kitchen, with a chemistry book next to him. While cooking, he memorized chemical formulas, making the most of every stitch.

"Are you awake?" Xu Kongshan put down the spatula, "Are you hungry? I made toon omelette."

"Sleepy." Chen Wan lazily pressed his face to Xu Kongshan's back and rubbed it. The scent of toon was overbearing and unique, but Chen Wan couldn't whet his appetite. He smacked his lips, "Is there any red tofu at home, I want to eat it Porridge with red bean curd."

"Yes, but I didn't cook porridge. Can I make rice soup with dry rice?" Xu Kongshan twisted the handkerchief and wiped Chen Wan's face. Moved kitten.

After wiping his face, Chen Wan became somewhat awake. He had no appetite, so Xu Kongshan ate red tofu with him.

"Brother Shan, did you see that I was published in the newspaper?" Chen Wan's tone was a little asking for credit.

"I saw it." Not only did he see it, Xu Kongshan also carried it with him, and when he was tired, he took it out to have a look, and all the fatigue was swept away immediately.

"I took a pseudonym, Chen Yan." Chen Wan hooked Xu Kongshan's finger and repeated, "Chen Yan."

Xu, Yan Wu, Chen Yan.

Chen Wan looked at Xu Kongshan anxiously, silently conveying his thoughts to him.

Xu Kongshan was almost burned by Chen Wan's gaze. He hugged Chen Wan tightly and poured all his emotions into his actions.