Wearing to the 70s: Mr. Rough Man, Please Spare Me

In the evening, An Xin also dressed up carefully before going downstairs.

Looking at An Xin, who was wearing a long dress like a little fairy, An Jie's mouth opened into an O shape.

Originally, he planned to take the bus, but he had to drive instead. He didn't want such a good-looking girl to squeeze into the bus. Just thinking about it, it would be an eyesore.

So I went upstairs and asked my eldest brother to get the car keys.

Unexpectedly, I was told to take good care of my little sister, and don’t drive when drinking...

In order to compete for the driver's seat, Anjie did not even tell Anxin his address.

Until the car stopped at the entrance of "Qingheju", a fresh and elegant place.

An Xin finally came to his senses. Isn't this a gathering place?

What a coincidence, she didn't want to attend the high school party, but fortunately, it was 7 o'clock now, so they were probably all gone.

Forget it, let it be.

An Xin followed An Jie to a private room, where four or five people were already sitting.

"Anjie, you're too late. You should accept your punishment." Sitting in the center was a 25-year-old man who said.

"That's right, one bottle blew." The person next to him shouted.

An Jie didn't say anything, just took a bottle and drank it. An Xin held the bottle to his mouth and refused to let him go.

"You must be Miss An?" the one in the center asked, his eyes full of amusement.

An Xin didn't have a good impression of this person who made her brother drink alcohol as soon as she opened her mouth, so her tone was not very friendly: "My name is not Miss An, my name is An Xin."

Hearing this, the man actually laughed: "Okay, it's my fault. I said it wrong, but I don't seem to have offended you. It sounds like you are a little dissatisfied with me from your tone."

"It's not that I'm a little dissatisfied, but I'm very dissatisfied." An Xin said bluntly.

He glared at Anjie with hateful eyes because he drank up a bottle of wine while she wasn't paying attention.

"Oh!" The man said in a prolonged voice, indicating that he could continue talking.

An Xin curled her lips and turned to the man with angry eyes: "Why did you let my little brother drink so much without eating? He's just late and making a fuss out of a molehill..."

An Xin wanted to say something else, but An Jie covered her mouth.

Then the table burst into violent laughter.

"Little sister, you misunderstood, this is not wine." An Jie poured a glass and handed it to An Xin.

An Xin took it suspiciously and smelled it first. There was a slight smell of wine. She slowly tasted it. This was...

This is a drink. An Xin turned the bottle that looked like a wine bottle around and saw that it said malt juice.

This An Xin seems to have some impression. Although she has never drank it in the 21st century, she has still heard of it.This was all the rage in the late 70s.

Could it be produced now?

"This is a low-alcohol drink made from fermented rusks. Han Zimo doesn't know where he got it. It's not available on the market yet." An Jie pointed at the leader and said.

It turned out that his name was Han Zimo, and An Xin also knew that he had made a big joke, but he dared to take it seriously.

An Xin solemnly admitted his mistake, then raised another bottle of malt liquor and drank it.

"An Jie, the little girl is pretty good. Why didn't you introduce us to her in advance? She was hiding it, afraid that we would snatch her away." Han Zimo joked, looking at An Xin with strong interest in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm just afraid that you vulgar-looking people will scare my little sister." An Jie said bluntly.

"We are... wretched!" Several people looked at each other, except Han Zimo, "We are called wretched. Anjie, let's go out and challenge each other."

An Xin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the few people quarreling with each other. They had a really good relationship.

Han Zimo also looked at An Xin with a smile. He had heard An Jie mention his little sister before, but he just listened.

Now that he saw him in person, he was indeed amazed.

Not to mention her delicate and picturesque eyebrows, her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as clear and bright as if they had crushed stars in them, and her dress perfectly highlighted her good figure.

"Little sister, where did you buy these clothes?"

"Well, I just figured it out on my own, drew pictures randomly, bought some fabric and had someone help me make it." He turned out to be a good friend of the younger brother, and An Xin didn't hide it.

"Oh, my little sister has such a talent, how about we cooperate!"

After hearing this, An Xin looked at him with doubtful eyes.

"To tell you the truth, I am the director of a clothing factory. Your design is good. If possible, you will be our designer in the future. If you pay this amount, leave it to me to return to the city." Han Zimo said 8 gesture.

An Xin shook her head.

An Jie looked at her in confusion. Considering the average salary of thirty, eighty was a sky-high price, and the little girl could also go back to the city.

Then I heard An Xin say: "Brother Han, thank you for your love. I quite like life in the country now, so I won't come back."

This was the first time that someone liked the countryside and did not return to the city. Han Zimo became more interested in An Xin.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like going back to the city. Just be a consultant. Just give me three to five drawings a month. Of course the effect must be this good." Han Zimo settled for the next best thing.

But she was still rejected by An Xin, and she said calmly: "Brother Han, I can give you the drawings, but I am not satisfied with such a small salary. I want [-]% of the profit of the batch of clothes made from this drawing."

"This is impossible. Let's not mention that this factory belongs to the state. I am just a manager. Why do you think that you can get these with just a drawing? You are wishful thinking." Han Zimo blurted out.

An Xin shook his finger, and then calmly said: "No, I just want [-]% profit from the clothes I designed, not all the clothes in your factory. If the effect is not good, then I guess there will be no profit, so this is also My guarantee, quality and quantity!”

The person next to him tugged at Anjie, trying to reassure him.

An Jie cleared his throat, and then said: "I said Han Zimo, with your family background, why are you still so fussy about it? Besides, my sister is right. My sister didn't help you with the design, and your factory didn't help you. There is no profit. I can make a profit by helping you design, but it doesn’t matter if it’s [-]%. I think even [-]% is too little.”

This Han family's family background is different, it's a century-old family.Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, they spent most of their money to fight the war, which is why they have not been defeated today.

"Brother Han, I know you still have doubts about my ability. I happened to draw some drawings before and they happened to be in the car. I will get them for you now, and you can think about it later."

An Xin said as he opened the door of the private room and walked out, but he didn't know that all of this fell into one person's eyes.