The boss of J Clothing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had a blind trust in Qin Guan. Actually, his plan to expand overseas stores had been put on the agenda a year ago.
This small company, which started off by making shirts, had acquired three factories in just two years. The number of chain stores in the country had reached the level of a few hundred.
To expand the market, the boss told them that he had bought a new production line half a year ago to specialize in export clothing.
All of this was to explore the way for J Clothing's expansion. The low labor cost in China was his biggest advantage.
J Clothing's ambition was not limited to a small store on Broadway in Manhattan. He had also contacted several large clothing chains, such as Wal-Mart.
J Clothing wanted to test the waters in New York City. Cheap shirts and T-shirts with a few dollars' worth of labels were the real ambition of J Clothing.
Surrounding the city from the countryside was a strategy adopted by the older generation of Chinese people. When "Made in China" took over the lives of the American people, there would be a war without gunpowder.
J Clothing had made some adjustments to the contract for the next year.
According to their speculations about Qin Guan's development and the previous year's uproar in Asia, the boss had thought that Qin Guan would aim for Japan and South Korea first.
The boss had thought that Qin Guan would go to Japan and South Korea first. He had never expected that Qin Guan would go abroad without saying a word. Since he had made a mistake, he decided to take out all his money and stake it all on one throw.
Sister Xue looked at the contract. It was a two-year contract, and the high fee of 500,000 yuan a year moved her a little.
Qin Guan's reputation was unknown in a foreign land, so the boss trusted them somehow.
This was much better than those short-sighted Japanese brands.
Seeing that the tasks were not heavy and the conditions were suitable, Sister Xue told the boss sincerely.
"Don't worry. I'll ask the legal department to take a look at it. If there is no problem, I'll send the contract back to you."
"Happy working with you?"
"Happy working with you!"
The two of them held each other's hands. They didn't say anything else, but they had unlimited trust in each other.
This was a test for each other, in the same unfamiliar country, in the same complicated city …
Peaceful days often passed the fastest. Unlike the blink of an eye when one was busy, the feeling of sand flowing out of one's fingers was what made one feel melancholy.
Thanks to Cong Nianwei, he had more free time to wander around the campus, which made him feel melancholy.
He was the only one in the dormitory who had nothing to do, but there were more and more people gathering at the campus's internal job fair.
He could see small tables everywhere with big signs of recruitment companies hanging on them, reminding him that his roommates were just like him. They could leave at any time and go their separate ways.
The days when they first entered the school seemed to be just yesterday. The slightly immature faces of his friends now had their own resoluteness.
There were tears, laughter, and hugs in the woods. This meant that in this graduation season, there were scenes of joys and sorrows. Scenes of reality barged into the dreams of the ivory tower.
There was no bragging, no flying figures on the court in spring. Instead, there were familiar faces passing by in a hurry and restless people sitting at the recruitment tables.
Goodbye, my youth. We will never see each other again. It was the best time of my life as a student.
How many troubles and grudges can be resolved with a smile? Those that you love, those that you hate, those that you are angry with, those that you suffer …
He turned his head and looked back, leaving only a childish cry behind.
Hats and scarves were thrown into the air one by one, and the gold-stamped diplomas were waved high in the air. The photos recorded the faces of you and me in the class, the faces that you could still remember clearly in your dreams at night.
Under a few old pagoda trees, close friends were telling each other their heartfelt feelings and reuniting with each other. That day, the alumni, who had already set foot on their jobs, returned to the school at the same time.
This was their certificate of recognition for the past four years, as well as the beginning of their future life and work. They greedily shared their happiness, blessings and contacts with each other during the short time they had spent together.
Qin Guan was still as handsome and eye-catching as ever. Even though the sports field was bustling with people, he was still recognized at a glance.
Qin Guan, who had been called over, bowed to him apologetically and left without hesitation. Standing in front of him were a group of strangers.
What are they doing? The number of people added up could be considered as a small illegal gathering.
No, not all of them were strangers. Huang Jiajia and Mou Xiaoliu were leading them.
It seems that this day will come sooner or later. Qin Guan couldn't help but smile. He felt relieved and sad. Time has made those kids show their abilities.
"Senior, congratulations on your graduation." Mou Xiaoliu was the first to speak. She murmured and didn't know what to say.
What should I say? They were just familiar strangers. Strictly speaking, they weren't even close friends. What could I say to two people on different paths in life?
"Nonsense! Graduation is as easy as eating for a guy like him. What's the point of saying that? "
Huang Jiajia looked even prettier than before. She was no longer a childish girl. With her own pride, she had her own unique style.
Unlike the vulgarity of her rebellious period, she had her own unique charm.
"Hey, let me ask you, are you okay with your girlfriend Wei Zi?"
Looking at the girl, Qin Guan felt as if he could see her baby fat. His smile softened and his eyebrows softened when he mentioned Cong Nianwei.
"Yes, we are fine. Thank you for your concern."
Just like that, Huang Jiajia's chest was blocked. He couldn't breathe, and he felt suffocated.
"Why are all of you standing here? What can I do for you? "
The forest was full of flowers and green willows. Some of the girls were familiar with Qin Guan, while others were even younger. They were all excited by the sudden question.
A bolder girl looked left and right. Her companions seemed to have reached a consensus. She waved her hand and shouted loudly, "Let's go!
"Senior Qin Guan! We all like you! You must do your best! "
Her voice was uneven, but it was so harmonious. The girl who made this declaration was sentimental, timid, and weak. She couldn't help but cry.
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