"Da Da Da Da"
As he got closer, he could hear the sound of the machine running. It was like knocking on his heart. The gray-haired old man skillfully operated the shoes and the machine in his hands with great coordination. It was obvious that he had been working for many years.
Not only were there frostbites and cracks on his dark hands, but there were also some thick calluses. These were the hands of a laborer.
"Old Xue is busy. He will mend my shoes in a while." The old lady greeted him from a few meters away, probably because she saw an acquaintance was more active.
"Alright, just leave it there. I only have one left. It'll be done soon." Grandpa Xue took a moment to raise his head for a glance before he lowered his head and continued working.
"Hello, Uncle Xue." Yuan Zhou greeted him.
"Young man, do you want to mend your shoes?" Hearing Yuan Zhou's voice, Uncle Xue finally stopped his work and looked up at Yuan Zhou. His eyes were gleaming.
"I came with Granny." Yuan Zhou shook his head.
"Oh," Uncle Xue replied before he lowered his head and continued cultivating.
"I have a pair of running shoes that need to be put online. I wonder if you can do it here?" Yuan Zhou asked after thinking for a few seconds.
"Let me have a look. I know you young people care a lot about your reputation. It must be inconspicuous. No one will be able to tell," Uncle Xue said confidently.
"Then I will have to trouble you, Uncle Xue," Yuan Zhou said.
"It's no trouble for you, young people," Uncle Xue said.
Uncle Xue chatted with Yuan Zhou while repairing the shoes. He laughed from time to time. It was obvious that he was a good talker.
His attention shifted to Kongliang Teahouse. He wondered what it had to do with the famous Kongliang Hotpot.
In the teahouse, Zheng Jiawei and Manager Xue were discussing business. They were divided into two tables.
On one table were Zheng Jiawei and Manager Xue in a Chinese tunic suit. On the other table were the secretary and others.
"That's settled. I will need Manager Xue's help for the Painting God's Hut auction," Zheng Jiawei said.
"No problem. Don't worry, Mr. Zheng. Leave it to us. Eaves Wu's business is my business. Besides, I'm also one of the bidders." Manager Xue's admiration for Wuhai was obvious.
"Then let's sign the contract today." Zheng Jiawei took out the document from the brown envelope and handed it to Manager Xue.
"Secretary Li, please show Mr. Zheng our contract," Manager Xue shouted at the young man sitting at the small table next to him.
"Coming, CEO." Secretary Li nodded and took out two documents from the briefcase on the table. He walked over to Zheng Jiawei and handed the documents to him with both hands.
Swish swish swish!
After Zheng Jiawei took the document, he carefully read through it and found that there were no problems. Then, he handed the document to the lawyer next to him.
There must be a lawyer present to sign this kind of contract. Zheng Jiawei wouldn't think that he knew something about the law and take it all on his own. Manager Xue also brought the company's lawyer.
"No problem. Let's sign it directly," said Zheng Jiawei.
"I don't have any problem with it either," said Manager Xue.
This cooperation was two-sided. On one hand, Manager Xue would provide the service, publicity, and logistics. On the other hand, Manager Xue would be a bidder.
"Mr. Zheng is Eaves Wu's best right-hand man. He's really efficient." As a fan of Eaves Wu, Manager Xue couldn't stop talking about Wuhai.
It didn't take long for the two of them to sign the document. It was done in a few minutes. There were two copies and they exchanged them. Each of them had a copy. Then, the two deals were done.
Zheng Jiawei looked at his watch and found that it was almost 11 o 'clock. He might be able to have lunch with Manager Xue and satisfy his wish to see Wuhai.
Just when Zheng Jiawei was about to say something, Manager Xue spoke first. He was 1.8 meters tall. He sounded a little embarrassed, but he still said, "Mr. Zheng, I see that you are wearing leather shoes. The way you walk seems to wear a lot of shoes. Do you want to repair your shoes? If so, I have a good introduction. Their skills are quite excellent."
Probably because he said the first sentence, he started to speak smoothly from the second sentence. From his fluent speech, it wasn't difficult to tell that Manager Xue had done this not once or twice.
Zheng Jiawei, who was known as the "Eighteen Faces Exquisite", was a little confused. Weren't they just discussing business? He was just on a small errand and wanted to have lunch. Why did he jump to repairing shoes? Did he miss some important information?
"Repair shoes?"
Zheng Jiawei looked at Manager Xue hesitantly. If he remembered correctly, Manager Xue's company was a cultural publicity company. It also did some cultural publishing. It shouldn't have anything to do with shoes.
"Here's the thing. My dad is old and used to be in this line. He still hasn't given up. I have tried to persuade him many times, but he is an old man. I can't persuade him."
Manager Xue sighed. After all, he was a boss and his dad was repairing shoes. It wouldn't be good for others to know about this.
"Even if I can't persuade him, there's nothing I can do. The key is how many people want to repair shoes now? He is not happy that no one comes to him to repair shoes. So I thought if I should introduce some business to him, "said Manager Xue.
"I see. Is there a special way to repair shoes? Can you repair anything?" asked Zheng Jiawei.
Strictly speaking, Manager Xue was really filial.
"Anything is fine. Leather shoes, cloth shoes, sandals, sewing, and changing the soles. My dad is very skilled in all of these. There won't be any problem," Manager Xue introduced with ease.
"Where is the address? I can go and have a look if I need." Zheng Jiawei said thoughtfully.
"It's next to No. 16 Jiayuan Road. It's a small shed. It's easy to find there." Manager Xue said immediately.
"Jiayuan Road. It's very close to here. It's also very close to Taoxi Road," said Zheng Jiawei.
"That's right. It's very close," Manager Xue answered. "I think the entire Chenghua District knows that my dad is repairing shoes."
Zheng Jiawei nodded and remembered it.
"Manager Xue, do you have anything to do next? If not, let's have lunch together," Zheng Jiawei nodded and told him what he had thought.
"No problem. I'll go and visit my dad after lunch. I'll buy some food for him. Where should we go?" Manager Xue asked.
"The Kitchen God of Taoxi Road. Manager Xue, you should know about it," said Zheng Jiawei.
"Who in Chengdu doesn't know about Head Chef Yuan of Taoxi Road? He transformed an ordinary street that was about to be demolished into a tourist attraction. He's quite awesome, "Manager Xue said. Director Xue said, "More importantly, Head Chef Yuan should be the only one whose artistic achievements are comparable to Eaves Wu."
Manager Xue knew about Yuan Zhou mainly because of Eaves Wu. Of course, due to his workplace and other issues, Manager Xue had never eaten at The Kitchen God.
"Yes. Not only his artistic achievements, but Boss Yuan's skills are also quite good. Little Hai eats there every day," said Zheng Jiawei.
When Wu Fan heard that, he immediately stood up and instructed his secretary to bring the documents back to the company. Then, Manager Xue said, "Let's not delay. Let's go."
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