“王哥，你这批狗粮，客服投诉说不对味儿，得给你退货。”

电话那头，老李的声音透着一股子不乐呵。我正揣着手站在工位上，脑子嗡的一声，差点没把手机扔出去。

“退货？什么情况？我这狗粮质量绝对过硬啊，上回饲料厂老板家的小狗吃了还拉稀呢。”我皱着眉头，心里直打鼓。

“具体情况我也说不清，就客服那边嚷嚷得厉害，说打开袋子就一股怪味儿，还以为是发霉了呢。”老李顿了顿，又补了一句，“不过王哥，你这几天得空，赶紧去仓库搬点新的狗粮过去，免得客户真给咱们退货了。”

挂了电话，我这心里七上八下的。狗粮不对味儿？这不可能啊，我那是特意选的料，还让隔壁老王家的那只藏獒给试吃过呢，这货吃东西比谁都挑剔。

可话又说回来，我这新手作坊，就那么大点规模，没大规模量产经验，谁知道出了什么幺蛾子。

“糟糕！”我拍了下大腿，心想这可真是屋漏偏逢连夜雨。前两天刚拿到了供应商那边的新一批狗粮，本来想着等下发给几个核心客户尝尝鲜，顺便拉点回头客。

这下好了，上半截 When you're down and out

下半截 When the world is cold

I can hear music

Sometimes I can hear it in the air

Sometimes I can hear it in the sky

It's a carol of pain

It's a song of joy

It's a poem of a love divine

But I hear it most of all in the hearts of the people

That I meet

I hear it in the rushing of the waves that their boots make

As they pace the floors of the gym in which I work out

Every night

I hear it in the吾輩は猫である

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