Chapter 74

"..."

Song Yuran froze, and after realizing it, she was so overwhelmed with joy that she couldn't help jumping up and cheering, but she soon realized a fatal problem.

The expression on her face was like a palette in just a few seconds, which seemed wonderful to Huo Qingzhi.

After a while, Song Yuran blinked and asked in an unbelievable tone: "You mean, you like me?"

Huo Qingzhi didn't answer her with words, but held her face in his hands, and kissed the corner of her lips unemotionally.

Song Yuran's face flushed immediately, and she avoided looking into the other person's eyes, which was a reaction only when she was shy.

Under normal circumstances, mutual complaints of affection, the next step is to establish a relationship.

But Song Yuran thought for a while, and gave Huo Qingzhi an unexpected answer, "I...can you let me think about it?"

The impeccable expression on Huo Qingzhi's face froze. He clearly felt the other party's strong intentions, but he took a step back at this moment. Although he didn't understand, he still said, "Okay, I'll give you time."

Huo Qingzhi soon felt relieved. She found an excuse for Song Yuran in her heart. It was not an instant decision to change from a friend to a lover. If the relationship was not handled well, it would be very likely that she would not even be a friend in the end.

However, this excuse obviously does not apply to Song Yuran. She never thinks about this issue. If she likes it, she likes it. If she is timid and unwilling to take the first step because she is afraid of losing her friendship, then there will never be a result.

What she is worried about is nothing more than the sequelae caused by her delayed differentiation. The sense of smell and discrimination of pheromones has gradually returned to normal, and only Alpha's second set of cockroaches has not responded yet.

Before this, she didn't care whether her body was 'incomplete' at all, but now it's different, Huo Qingzhi belongs to this world, she is an omega, Song Yuran hopes that she is a healthy and complete alpha.

She was afraid of being rejected, and even more afraid that as a disabled alpha, she would not be worthy of Huo Qingzhi.

So Song Yuran secretly registered an account on the Internet, the A hospital with the best reputation nearby.

A good reputation means that it is hard to find an account number. Song Yuran managed to get an expert account and had to wait until the middle of next week. Fortunately, the time slot was during lunch break at noon, so there was no need to ask for leave.

Before the doctor gave the result, Song Yuran, who was not sure about her physical condition and whether the second set of sex could recover, could not respond to Huo Qingzhi's feelings.

Self-deceit keeps more than friends and less than lovers.

On Monday, Secretary Song, who returned from vacation, was revived with full blood.

The first thing to do at work was of course the sample. She didn't forget that Huo Qingzhi said that there was a problem with the price of raw materials that night, so she called up other quotations to check.

It was soon discovered that the price of the same raw material on the quotation list of the operation department was higher than the price of the email sent to him by the pattern maker.

She thought about it, and before asking the operation department, she went to the production department to find the pattern maker who made the pattern for her last week.

"Master Chen, are you busy?"

Master Chen looked up from a pile of cardboards, "Secretary Song, you came just in time, I have something to tell you."

"What's up?"

"It's like this." Master Chen pushed his glasses, "I just came here. Last week, I didn't know the price of the company's raw material procurement, so I bid according to my previous company's raw material purchase price."

"I just got the price of our company's raw materials, and I want to say that the price of my quotation needs to be changed."

In order to facilitate the pattern maker to calculate the price, the purchase price of the company's fabrics is completely open and transparent in the pattern making room.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuran immediately said, "Let me take a look at the fabric procurement information."

Master Chen took out the top document from the drawer, "This is it. There are a lot of clothing fabrics. We purchase almost all kinds of materials. There are a lot of materials."

Song Yuran took the documents and put them in a transparent folder, which looked quite thin.

As soon as it was opened, the densely packed words and numbers on it almost didn't dazzle her.

"Master Chen, is there a backup of the quotation you sent me last week?"

"Yes, I returned it to let me recalculate the price of raw materials." As he spoke, Master Chen took out a few A4 papers from the drawer, on which were handwritten printing sheets.

Song Yuran spread out the two documents separately, "I just want to ask, the price of your quotation is cheaper, or the company's raw material procurement price is cheaper."

Master Chen had a troubled expression on his face.

"Master Chen, just say it, even if you don't, you can find the market price with a little effort."

"Well, I'm new here anyway." Master Chen paused, "To be honest, the purchase price of our company's raw materials is a bit high. The company I worked for before was not that big, and the purchase price I got was even higher.Cheaper."

Song Yuran frowned, and quickly reported the situation he asked truthfully to Huo Qingzhi.

"Is this procurement going off the rails, or is it the supplier Lion's Mouth?"

The worst thing is that the real-time wholesale prices of commodities such as textiles and fabrics are not connected to the Internet, and there is no way to find the specific prices online, so it is difficult to determine where the problem is at the moment.

"We have cooperated with fabric suppliers for several years, and there have been no problems so far, and the purchase of fabrics is directly connected with the manager of the purchasing department, and ordinary buyers are not responsible for this cooperation." Huo Qingzhi pondered for a moment, unable to tell where it wasThe problem.

"How far is the largest fabric wholesale market nearby?"

Song Yuran quickly took out her mobile phone to search, "It took about 20 minutes to drive there."

"Very good." Huo Qingzhi turned the pen in his hand and said, "Go and inform the managers of the purchasing department and the operation department to arrange the work and come out with me in 20 minutes."

It was the first time that the Purchasing Manager and the Operations Manager were taken out by the boss during working hours. Both of them had solemn faces, not understanding what the big boss wanted to do all of a sudden.

I didn't know the purpose of this trip until got in the car.

The operation manager thought for a while, and boldly asked, "Mr. Huo, where are we going now?"

"Wholesale market."

Clothing fabrics are the most important component of a piece of clothing, but when he stepped into this industry, he never went to the wholesale market to know the prices on the spot. Huo Qingzhi only now realized that he had really neglected his duty.

It seems that blindly relying on the company's established road does not mean it is a good thing.

There are many kinds of wholesale markets. The operation manager does not know what kind of wholesale to buy. He may feel that Mr. Huo is not in a good mood, so he dare not ask any more questions.

"Which company does our company purchase the current clothing fabrics from?"

The purchasing manager sitting in the co-pilot immediately replied: "Mr. Huo, it's Shenhai Textile. We have been purchasing raw materials from Shenhai since three years ago."

"How is this company?"

The purchasing manager hesitated for a while before saying, "I can deliver on time every time, never overdue, and have a good reputation."

Huo Qingzhi hummed and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little low. The two managers sat one behind the other, feeling like they were sitting on pins and needles.

As a driver, Song Yuran snickered in her heart, and had to say that Mr. Huo was a bit like a serious class teacher when he was serious about his work.

Just as she was thinking about it, when she raised her eyes, she met Huo Qingzhi in the rearview mirror unexpectedly, and she still kept a snicker on her face that was nothing too serious to watch.

Song Yuran's expression froze for a short while, a little timid, so he could only smile resentfully, and when Mr. Huo got serious, his aura was so strong that she didn't dare to provoke her.

It seems that these two managers will not have a good time today.

After driving for 20 minutes, soon arrived at today's destination, and saw the three big characters of "Cloth Art City" from a long distance. From the outside of the building, it seems that it has been a few years old.

The parking spaces near the gate were all full, so Song Yuran drove a short distance before finding a parking space.

After parking the car, when the door was opened, the hot air from outside rushed straight into the car.

The moment the two managers saw the destination, they had a rough guess about the boss's thoughts. They looked at each other with a slightly dignified expression.

Because they were on a business trip with the boss, they thought they were seeing a client, so the two managers made a special effort to tidy up before going out. They wore suits and ties, and now they immediately took off their coats and put them in the car before getting off the car when they saw their destination.

Save yourself a while and go inside, the air is not circulating and it gets too hot.

Song Yuran looked at Huo Qingzhi. Under the natural light, the satin satin shirt on his body had a sense of extravagance and luster. His skin was so white that it almost reflected light. On his feet were a pair of 8cm high heels, which were almost on par with the two managers.Her lips lined her with a cold and glamorous demeanor, as if she was traveling with two attendants.

Before locking the car, she opened the car door again, took out a thin baseball jacket and put it on the crook of her arm. It was left on the car one time before, and later the air conditioner was too open to block the wind, so she simply put it on the car..

Seeing this, a manager joked, "Secret Song, are you afraid of the cold in such a hot day?"

"Yes." Song Yuran followed his words, "It's safe to be prepared."

The secretary helped to carry the bag, followed by two big men. Looking at it this way, it looked more like a goddess on a tour.

A group of people walked towards the entrance of the fabric city. The outer facades were basically shops selling sewing machines and carpets. The entrances were semi-open, and they were covered with transparent partition curtains to isolate the heat from the outside.

The weight of the curtain could still be felt when the partition curtain was pushed open, and then the strong cold wind blowing from the inside of the door swept over their heads.

From the outside, the building of the wholesale market looks a bit old, but the inside and the outside give a completely different impression. For example, the central air-conditioning in the shopping mall seems to be free of money.

When you walk into the gate, you will see the simple text navigation hanging in front of you. There are four floors in total.

The first floor sells herbal tea drinks, ground cloth, clothing and other commodities.

The second floor is button zipper, sewing machine and so on.

The third layer is ground cloth, hanging cloth, bits and pieces, etc.

The clothing fabrics on the fourth floor were their primary concern. Huo Qingzhi glanced at them and said, "Go to the fourth floor."

The market is very large, and you can't see which direction the elevator is at a glance, so you can only take the nearest escalator to go upstairs.

The escalator goes up very slowly, narrow, steep and long, enough to accommodate one person, and it is very difficult for two people to stand parallel.

Song Yuran walked behind Huo Qing as a matter of course. As soon as she stepped on the steps, she heard the voice of a man on the phone two or three steps ahead of them.

The tone was very anxious, and before hanging up the phone, the man suddenly turned around and wanted to go backwards, "Excuse me!"

The man was tall and tall, and he was carrying a heavy-looking backpack. Huo Qingzhi had no time to think about the sudden change, so he reflexively avoided it with his left side.

After Song Yuran saw it, he stretched out his arm in front of Huo Qingzhi without thinking, and put his palm on Huo Qingzhi's right arm across her chest. In the next second, he felt a clear sensation on the outside of his arm, and the shoulder bag brushed against her.Skin friction.

The harder Oxford cloth rubbed against the skin, and there was a slight pain.

The man quickly walked out of the escalator in the retrograde, and the two managers boarded the escalator, so they kept a distance from them.

Song Yuran quickly withdrew his hand, and unconsciously glanced at Huo Qingzhi's neckline. The three buttons from the top to the bottom were not buttoned, and he could see a piece of fair and delicate skin under the collarbone.

Of course, the degree of exposure of the suspender skirt Mr. Huo wears at home is nothing at all.

Counting the time to go up the escalator, Song Yuran stretched out his hand again, this time with a clear purpose, and quickly buckled Huo Qingzhi's third button with one hand.

"Not bad." Mr. Huo, who had never relaxed his face when he went out, slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a slightly teasing tone: "Two seconds to button up."

"What's the matter." Song Yuran said with a straight face: "I can unbutton it in a second."

"Where's the button?"

"..." This is widely known.

Song Yuran secretly poked Huo Qingzhi's waist with his fingers as a punishment.

On the fourth floor, the one near the elevator is considered to be a prosperous shop. The decoration looks very new, and basically there are signs of "Retail Available" and "Free Sample".

Because of the working days, most of the people who come to the wholesale market are doing shopping. Most of them visit the nearby stores, and a small number of people go to the deeper stores.

"Mr. Huo, what are we going to purchase this time?" The purchasing manager asked quickly.

"Just take a look." Huo Qingzhi glanced, "Look at the entrance first."

The boss at the entrance saw a visitor, and immediately showed a welcoming smile, "Boss, what kind of fabric do you want to buy? I have all kinds of fabric here, how much do you want?"

Huo Qingzhi casually mentioned a few common fabrics and asked the price, the boss hurriedly replied: "There are some, how much do you want? Large quantity discount."

"We are a newly opened garment factory. This time we are here to understand the market situation. We want to have a look at the samples first, so we can shop around."

"Yes, yes." The boss heard it, and then looked at the attitude of the leader, he knew that he was a big customer, and his attitude was very good: "My price is the cheapest in the market, and the quality is also good. I am not afraid to compare with others! I will give youCut some samples and take them back for comparison."

The boss obviously has received a lot of purchases, picked up the scissors familiarly, and cut a small piece of several fabrics.

Huo Qingzhi glanced at Song Yuran, who quickly understood, took out a signature pen from his bag, and wrote the price on the back of each piece of fabric.

There were all kinds of sewing thread on the shelf, Huo Qingzhi randomly picked one up and looked at it in his hand, then gave it to the two attendants behind him.

Seeing that they had something to do, the two managers finally didn't have to stick around like door gods, so they took the line and looked at it.

"How much is the thread we use now?"

The purchasing manager quickly replied: "Shenhai's ex-factory price for polyester threads of this thickness is 2.5 yuan, thicker ones are 3.5 yuan, and nylon threads are 5 yuan each.It's more expensive."

Knowing the price of the thread, bought two at the retail price and brought them back for reference. When came out of the store, the two managers could fully understand that Huo Qingzhi wanted to know the market price of the fabric this time, so he and Shenhai Textile would give it to him.prices for comparison.

"Mr. Huo, let's go and see which one? There are a lot of people, maybe it will be cheaper." The manager of the operation department suggested.

"There's no need to go." Huo Qingzhi said lightly, "Since the owner of this store can swear by it, it means that his price is basically not much different from these stores, and it depends on the service attitude of which one you buy."

The purchasing manager asked suspiciously, "Then shall we go back now?"

Huo Qingzhi didn't speak, but looked at the people passing by and began to think. The air-conditioning in the shopping mall was fully turned on, and under the air-conditioning, the strong air-conditioning made her clothes sway slightly.

It was a little cold, Huo Qingzhi unconsciously hugged his arms.

The two managers also felt cold, but the boss was there, so they didn't dare to move, and regretted getting out of the car and taking off their coats more and more.

At this time, just felt eyes shake. Before that, Secretary Song, who was teasing about being afraid of the cold, had already put the coat on the boss's shoulders.

I have to admire, this is the secretary's self-cultivation!

Mr. Huo's expression softened a little, he smiled slightly at Song Yu, and then said, "Go inside and have a look."

The shops outside are brightly lit, but the further you go inside, the more outdated the decoration of the shop, and there are not many customers, it looks very deserted.

But even so, when came up just now, could see a lot of people walking inside with a clear purpose.

Seeing that the end could be seen, Huo Qingzhi turned around, followed the people in front into the door that looked like a fire escape, and walked into area b.

I don’t know if it’s because of the location in Area B. Many shops are sold next to each other. Except for the lights in the corridor, both sides are very dark. Even so, you can still see people coming out of it.

Following the people in front of me, turned around, and finally saw a shop in the corner, and saw the words "Cloth Shop" from a distance, and there were quite a lot of customers.

Song Yuran couldn't help saying: "This location is too far away, the business is so good."

The manager said from the side: "It seems that they are doing business with regular customers. The purchases are basically made in the same store, so as long as there are enough regular customers, the location doesn't matter."

The store is not too big, the shelves are almost full of fabrics, the aisle is so narrow that it can only accommodate one person, and there are three or four shop assistants serving the customers.

The man sitting at the checkout counter at the door held a cigarette between his ears, and quickly pressed his fingers on the calculator to settle the accounts. He looked quite busy.

Huo Qingzhi glanced at the purchasing manager, and the latter approached the boss very politely, and his words were the same as Huo Qingzhi's just now.

When he heard that he was here to see the samples, the boss did not lift his head. He pressed the calculator and said, "We are directly operated by the factory. We have all kinds of fabrics you want, and you can also make orders if you don't have any. Now all the fabrics in the store are in stock.", You have to look at the sample on the shelf for yourself, we don’t take samples for free, the minimum price is one meter. One roll is 100 meters, and twenty rolls are batches.”

Compared with the previous one, this attitude can be said to be extremely cold, and the six characters of "I love to buy, buy, don't buy and leave" are written on my face.

The purchasing manager looked at Huo Qingzhi for instructions and asked, "Then I want to know the price."

The boss took out a sample template from the drawer, and it said that there were fabric samples and retail prices on it, and the price was very transparent.

Huo Qingzhi flipped through a few pages, closed the template, and said, "I buy one meter of all the fabrics in the store to see the samples, but in addition to the retail price, I also want the wholesale price of each style."

Hearing this, the boss finally looked up from the pile of numbers and replied, "Yes."

Mr. Huo bought very generously, but it made the two managers look bitter. There are hundreds of kinds of fabrics on the market, and each one is bought for one meter. How heavy is that?

The last two managers were like Tota Kings, walking in the shopping mall with a 1.5-meter-high fabric roll. Fortunately, it was a wholesale market, so they would not attract too much attention.

Almost at the elevator entrance, Huo Qingzhi's footsteps paused, he quickly lowered his head to look, and then walked forward.

Song Yuran noticed this detail, looked down, and then took out her phone, wondering what she was doing.

Coming out of the fabric city, the trip was full of rewards, and didn't waste any more time, so went back to the company directly.

The road was a bit congested, and it took nearly 30 minutes to drive downstairs to the company.

A group of people walked into the lobby, and the front desk stretched its neck and shouted in a low voice: "Sister Yuran!"

After she walked over, the front desk took out a bag with the supermarket logo printed on it. It was red, and it was hard to tell what was inside from the outside.

"Is this something you bought? It was just delivered."

"It's mine." Song Yuran opened the bag, took out two oranges and handed them to her, "Thank you!"

The fabric was bought back, Huo Qingzhi did not quickly challenge the relevant personnel, but asked the purchasing manager to sort out the cooperation materials and samples related to Shenhai Textile and hand them over to her.

When the two managers came out of the office, they both breathed a sigh of relief tacitly.

It wasn't until the backs of the two of them completely disappeared from sight that Song Yuran looked away, looked at the closed office door, thought for a while, grabbed the supermarket bag he had just received, and knocked on the door.

After getting permission, Song Yuran pushed open the door, and saw Huo Qingzhi standing in front of the shelf, holding the opened mini medicine box in his hand.

Song Yuran was overjoyed, it's the right time!