Chapter 117

"Transportation problems may be accidental or inevitable. With so many fabrics suddenly bought, it is likely that competitors are responsible."

Quietly listen to Ning Wan finish saying, Fu Ting eyes appear praise.

Ning Yu couldn't help laughing, "hum, what's the use of saying these now? Can it solve the fabric problem? "

"Listen to her." Fu Ting spoke coldly.

Ning Wan remembers that Fu Shi seems to have his own fabric processing factory. But recently, the fabric processing factory has been in a bad situation, so he has offered some.

"I think so. First, we will send people to look for this kind of fabric all over the country. No matter how much the other party buys, there will always be missing manufacturers. Second, we can use our own factories to produce this kind of fabric by ourselves. Third, in case of emergency, I will select a fabric from the fabric samples for feasibility test. When it comes to market, it will Two fabrics of the same garment are on the market. "

"Even if the first two are feasible, you are cheating the consumers. Besides, what's the difference between you and what I just proposed? "

Ning Wan didn't answer Ning Yu's question, but kept a close eye on Fu ting." at the new product launch, I will tell everyone in person that there are two kinds of fabrics for this kind of clothes. In the future, we will carry out subsequent production according to the choice and demand of the masses. "

The factory director praised repeatedly, "this method is good, this method is good."

"President Fu, what do you think?" Ning Wan knew that Fu Ting was the only one who made the final decision.

Fu Ting nodded, "yes."

Ning Yu's face was full of displeasure. "Ting, Ning Wan didn't go to work for a long time. She was inexperienced and lack of ability. How could you let her go? Once we can't deliver the goods on time, we'll slap Fu's face, and then Ning Wan will fart

"Don't worry, Miss Ning Yu. If something goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility, not to mention turn around and leave."

"Well, you are just a little intern. How can you bear the consequences?"

Fu Ting did not take charge of the two men. He ordered the factory director in front of him, "continue production here."

When arriving at the car, Fu Ting immediately sent someone to look for the fabric.

Ning Wan knows that Fu Ting has adopted his suggestion and immediately checks the fabric selected before.

Near the second half of the night, Ning Wan rubbed his sore neck and wrist and came to the tea room to pour coffee.

Fu Ting didn't know when to appear in the tea room. "Take your things and go."

"What?" Ning Wan wondered where Fu Ting would take him? Better wonder why Fu Ting doesn't go back to rest.

"Why so much nonsense? Go! "

Among the tall buildings in the center of the city, a slender night market street is bustling. Big stalls, barbecue stalls, cold noodles, all kinds of snacks.

At this time, the general night market must have been deserted?

As if finding Ning Wan's question, Fu Ting said: "this side is near the office building. Most of the company's employees work late at night, and some of the individual customers are looking for food at night."

"Mr. Fu really knows this place." Smelling the smell of barbecue, Ning Wan's stomach had already been beating drums and gongs to eat.

"Are you praising me?" Fu Ting raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed with a smile.

Fu Ting was dressed in suits and shoes all day long, and his face was cold and hard, just like a God. Ning Wan can't make it different from the busy night market.

"It's natural to praise Mr. Fu. It turns out that Mr. Fu can not only get in and out of five-star hotels, but also come to places where we poor people come."

Fu Ting walked towards the front stall without expression.

There are more than ten low tables and benches in the booth, only one table is free of guests. In addition, many people are lining up and seem ready to pack back.

The boss has a strange habit. He must bake everything the guest ordered before serving it. If you have enough to add barbecue, you must check out before you can add.

Finally row to oneself, rather Wan Yang neck to see past.

"Coming?" The boss seemed to know Fu ting and handed over the greasy menu. "What can I have today?"

Fu Ting didn't take the menu. "It's still the same." With that, pass the menu to Ning Wan.

Ning Wan ordered some of his favorite foods, and went to the cold noodle stand to order a cold noodle, and sat down at the barbecue stand to eat it.

Fu Ting is tall, sitting on a low stool. He is always out of place.

The cold baked noodles in the paper bowl are about to be wiped out. Ning Wan asks Fu Ting, "would you like some?"

"I didn't eat it." Every time I come to this night market, Fu Ting only comes to this barbecue shop and orders the same thing every time.

Ning Wan chuckled politely. "Has a great president of Fu's ever eaten baked cold noodles?"

"Shut up!" There was a suspicious red on Fu Ting's face.

Ning Wan pushed the paper bowl over. "Do you want to taste it? If you're sure you don't want to eat, I'll take it all out. "

Fu Ting stared at the cold baked noodles in the paper bowl, as if fighting in his heart.

"Forget it, I don't think you want it." Ning Wan uses a bamboo stick to insert one of the few pieces and prepares to put it into his mouth.The cold baked noodles on the bamboo stick were suddenly robbed. Ning Wan thought back and saw Fu Ting eating with relish.

"You robbed me of baking cold noodles."

"You made me eat it." Fu Ting did not change his face. He took away the paper bowl and put the last cold baked noodles in his stomach.

Ning Wan looked at Fu ting with his cheek on his head. "Mr. Fu, how does it taste?"

"Yes."

"Just YES?" Although Ning Wan didn't eat anything else in the night market, he thought that the taste of the cold baked noodles was quite good, which could be called the first sister of the night market.

Fu Ting wiped his mouth. "Well."

"That's all. Whatever you say." Ning Wan sat on the bench and looked up. "My God, why hasn't the barbecue come yet?"

It took more than ten minutes for the barbecue to be served.

"How does it taste?"

"Not bad." Ning Wan said, and found that at this moment Fu Ting was like a child who wanted to be praised by the teacher.

Fu Ting frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied with Ning Wan's saying, "just good?"

Ning Wan chuckled and said, "it's the same as your evaluation of baked cold noodles."

Fu Ting suddenly realized.

"How did you find this place?" Even though Fu Ting is eating mutton kebabs with black edges, Ning Wan still feels that Fu ting in a suit is out of place here.

People like him, it seems, should not be here, but should be in high-end Western restaurants, eating elegant beef flown from Australia, drinking the most delicious wine.

"Shaolin."

Ning Wan suddenly understood and smiled, "I think so, otherwise how could you know such a place?"

"Are you laughing at me?" Fu Ting picks up a mutton kebab again, wipes the top of the bamboo stick with a paper towel and hands it to Ning Wan.

Ning Wan didn't expect Fu ting to be so considerate. He took over slowly. "Thank you very much."

"I'm not very particular about what I eat."

"Well." Ning Wan just listens to it casually, like the people raised by Fu family, how can they not be picky about food?

"Tomorrow morning, I can allow you to have a rest for the morning."

It was supposed to rest on Saturday and Sunday. Now it's only a morning off. Ning Wan still has to show a happy look. "Thank you for your consideration."

"You don't seem satisfied with that."

"I'm not dissatisfied," Ning Wan said in a low voice, seeing Fu ting in a good mood. "In fact, I can stay up all morning."

Fu Ting raised his eyebrows. "Huh?"

Ning Wan eyebrows curved eyes, a flattering look, "if Fu always arranges an assistant for me, I can not rest."