Cheng Ergongzi

The plan I made recently almost made Shi Fan pissed off.

"Little Jane, you don't look at the voltage when you choose a model for a customer."

I wondered: "Why do you need to look at the voltage, isn't there a transformer?"

Shi Fan's face turned pale for a while, as if he was about to vomit blood in the next second.

"Manager Cheng, the level of your plan is not as good as the interns who just joined the company."

I frowned: "But all the functions requested by the customer have been put in."

He sighed, "You didn't understand the needs of customers at all, and the execution process provided was not the optimal solution, and the operational efficiency could not be improved."

I was angry, "You don't like my plan, you can do it."

"Manager Cheng, don't change the subject." Shi Fan didn't raise his eyebrows, "I haven't talked about the temperature and environment yet."

He pointed to an area in the drawing, "The hardware operating temperature here is as high as 60 degrees Celsius, which is 140 degrees Fahrenheit. Your plan has no ventilation gaps at all, and customers can't add fans if they want to."

I stared: "What do you want from me?"

He waved his hand: "Redo."

"Shi Fan, every time I show you the plan, I have to take antihypertensive medicine."

"Little Jane, I have to take antihypertensive medicine every time I read your plan."

I sat at my desk, thinking hard, redoing the plan.

Shi Fan paced over, "Little Jane, do you like cake?"

I raised my head and said pleasantly, "You ordered a cake?"

He said: "If you can answer my question, you can make an exception and not control sugar."

I said, "Go ahead and ask."

Shi Fan rubbed his chin, "Imagine such a scene, a couple intends to open a pastry factory, they need to mix flour, milk powder, sugar together and stir, then spread the dough flat, spread butter and fillings, and finally Put it in a roaster and heat it up. Now this couple asks you for an industrial process solution, what advice would you offer?"

My face was calm: "I will suggest that they break up."

He frowned: "Manager Cheng, you don't intend to seriously answer my question at all."

I sneered: "Shi Fan, you don't intend to treat me to cake at all."

He was noncommittal, paused for a while, "Let's listen, it doesn't matter if you make mistakes."

I thought about it, "I want an industrial mixer, a conveyor belt, a rolling pin-like rolling device, and a dashboard to keep track of the data."

He nodded, "Yes, continue."

"The process should consider process control and batch control, including obtaining temperature information to ensure the consistency and stability of the dough; feeding information, including flour feeding, sugar, butter feeding, etc."

After Shi Fan listened carefully, he smiled slightly, "It's not satisfactory, the framework has been set up."

I salivated with a smile and said, "Then can I eat cake?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Take you out, let's go."

I was so happy that I went downstairs with him without saying a word.They got into the car together, and the body slid out of the parking lot lightly, heading for the city center.

On the road, I couldn't help but said: "I like the matcha flavor, but mango and cheese are also good. Although the chocolate is traditional but classic. We can try one or two pieces in the store, and pack the rest to eat slowly."

The car stopped slowly in front of a row of boutiques. I looked around and couldn't help saying: "There is no cake shop here."

Shi Fan got out of the car first, and said: "Whoever said come out to eat cake, I need to buy clothes for you, and you can't dress too casually when you go in and out of the reception."

I was a little sullen, "You lied to me."

He said calmly, "You misunderstood."

With a sad heart and a heavy body, I got out of the car and entered the store.Suits, shirts, trench coats, ties, pocket squares hung on a row of hangers.

Shi Fan took down a few pieces and handed them over, motioning for me to go to the fitting room.

I took it blankly, "I have a suit."

He said, "You have a problem with your taste."

I needed to copy Buddhist scriptures on the spot before I could continue the conversation with this person.

He went into the fitting room to change his clothes, and walked out to accept Shi Fan's inspection.

He looked up and down, and said to the clerk, "Bring him another set of dark blue ones."

I turned around and went in to put on the clothes. The buttons were not easy to unfasten, and I was sweating lightly, and my face was red from tossing.

Shi Fan looked back and forth with strict eyes, and finally seemed satisfied, and said to the clerk: "Wrap this up."

And with the appropriate turtleneck sweater, tie clips, silver cufflinks and so on.

The clerk wrapped the clothes layer by layer with translucent paper, and put them into the bag gently.

I stared blankly, and murmured: "I still think my original clothes are better."

Shi Fan said: "Your clothes were indescribable before, but now you finally look like a dog."

On the way back, because of the twists and turns of the previous fitting, I was so tired that I lay down on the passenger seat and fell asleep until I arrived at Cheng's Building.

When he woke up, he saw Shi Fan staring at him with a strange expression.

I touched my face, "What's wrong?"

He said slowly, "Little Jane, do you know that you grind your teeth in sleep?"

Returning to the office with big bags and small bags is quite eye-catching.

Xiao Wenyu came over with a mug, looked into the paper bag a few times, and looked at me meaningfully: "Shi Fan buy you new clothes?"

I curled my lips: "He thinks I'm shabby, I can't show it, and I'll lose face by taking it to the reception."

Xiao Wenyu raised his eyebrows: "Why do you see that?"

I said: "He personally said that I have no taste, and insisted that I dress up according to his wishes." I am not a puppet, I am at the mercy of others.

Xiao Wenyu said: "Taste does not happen overnight, it takes time."

My expression remained unchanged, "So he can mess with me casually."

If I had the real power in my hands and was the most respected person, he would definitely not dare.

Xiao Wenyu took a sip of his coffee, with a funny expression on his face, "Shi Fan is bothering you, why are you so angry?"

I said: "Look at him treating my brother, that's not the case."

Xiao Wenyu pursed his lips and thought for a while, "Your brother is different."

I sneered in my heart, he was born in the royal palace, of course it was different.

Shi Fan came out of the private office, walked to Xiao Wenyu and me, and said abruptly: "Flour stored in the warehouse will change due to changes in humidity and temperature in the air."

I didn't respond for a moment: "Huh?"

He continued, "So the storage parameters need to be monitored in the warehouse to ensure batch stability, not after the flour is poured into the mixer."

I was stunned for a while, and said: "This way".

Shi Fan looked at me for a long time, "Think about the problem carefully. If the details cannot meet the needs of customers, it is not an excellent solution."

After a pause, "Cheng's competitors are all the best in the industry. Everyone has the strength to provide first-class solutions, but which one can finally impress customers depends on the details."

Say nothing and go away without a cloud.

Xiao Wenyu leaned closer again, put his elbows over, and said with a smile: "Shi Fan really took a lot of thought out of you."