Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 204 - 203: What Harmful Intentions Could She Have?

Chapter 204: Chapter 203: What Harmful Intentions Could She Have?

Regarding the fact that she always forgets to settle accounts with Su Yuncheng, Lin Nianhe... has given up, resigned herself, and doesn’t want to struggle anymore.

She’s probably just not cut out for digging up the past.

But what’s written in this notebook, she would absolutely not let Sie Yufei see it.

She muttered vaguely to change the topic and swung her little hand toward the direction of the village school.

Sie Yufei followed her, somewhat puzzled: "Hey, if Brother Su is there, why don’t you just ask him to drive Teacher Zhou away? With Brother Su taking action, he’d certainly be taken care of obediently."

Lin Nianhe’s eyes were filled with sorrow: "He has been in the provincial city recently."

"So that’s why you two were on the phone." Sie Yufei clasped his hands behind his head, forcibly dragging the topic back to the riverside, "Xiao He, shall we go catch some fish? We can stew them for dinner."

Lin Nianhe’s mind was full of Bai Bo’s abnormal behavior, how could she be in the mood to go fishing with him?

After a moment of thought, she said: "I don’t know how to catch fish, you go with Wu Genmao, I need to go back to the school to help."

"Tsk, that works too, wait for me to bring you some fish back to eat."

After Sie Yufei finished speaking, he dashed off to find Wu Genmao.

Speaking of which, since they moved the fabric that night, Wu Genmao hasn’t been so vigilantly watching Lin Nianhe, perhaps he thinks that if she had anything to do, she would surely ask them to handle it, or perhaps because Lin Nianhe’s daily life was too monotonous, almost always just between the Educated Youth Corps and the village school.

Thinking about this, Lin Nianhe slowed her steps.

Besides the Educated Youth Corps, the school was indeed the place where she spent most of her time.

She believed that in Wu Genmao’s daily boring reports, he must have frequently mentioned their village school.

According to Bai Bo’s network of relationships, finding out the relationship between this school and her shouldn’t be too difficult.

Could it be that he wants to build a school because she donated to the school?

Lin Nianhe felt that there was a high probability that this was the reason.

But she still couldn’t understand why Bai Bo would do this.

It couldn’t possibly be to please her, could it?

According to Bai Bo’s character, if he wanted to please someone, he would directly give gifts or money, straightforward and decisive. It’s highly unlikely that he would use such a tactful approach, unless—

"Unless he has an advisor by his side whose brain is about as good as Wu Genmao’s."

Lin Nianhe said this to Wang Shumei.

Wang Shumei looked at her for a while and said: "Nianhe, is it possible... that Bai Bo has misunderstood something?"

"Hmm?" Lin Nianhe frowned slightly.

Wang Shumei pulled her closer and whispered in her ear: "I have more contact with those who run the black market and understand them a bit better. They can’t do without people for errands and dispersing goods, fighting for territory also needs people, so they are always trying to bring more people to their side. Do you think, could Bai Bo be using the school as a pretext to recruit underlings?"

Lin Nianhe’s eyes gradually widened.

What’s this? Starting to manipulate from the children?

Wang Shumei supported her forehead with one hand, looking at Lin Nianhe and said: "It’s just a thought, you should think about it yourself."

"I think your way of thinking makes a lot of sense."

Lin Nianhe analyzed, "He thinks that my donation to the school is to cultivate loyal followings, so his donation to the school is not only to vie with me for people but also to spread his influence throughout the province. It also serves to suppress my power, lest I have too many people around me... With that said, everything makes sense."

Lin Nianhe couldn’t figure it out before because she actually didn’t understand these black market leaders. After being reminded by Wang Shumei, Lin Nianhe instantly cleared her thoughts.

Wang Shumei hadn’t thought about the aspect of suppressing Lin Nianhe. She frowned slightly and after pondering for a moment, she said: "In that case, what should we do? If we let him spread his influence in this way, won’t it be even more difficult to deal with?"

"Yes,"

Lin Nianhe’s brows were tightly knitted.

She gently tapped her fingers on the desk and after a moment, her lips suddenly curved upward: "Maybe, this could be a good thing?"

Wang Shumei felt a chill from her smile.

She asked, "What are you planning to do?"

"I’m not planning anything," Lin Nianhe said with an innocent expression, "How could I have any bad intentions?"

Wang Shumei: "..."

Lin Nianhe stood up: "You rest, I need to make a phone call to Brother Yuncheng."

...

Provincial city.

Bai Bo rubbed his belly, leaning back in his chair in leisure, squinting as he watched the sunset sink behind the coal hills.

He asked, "How’s the situation with that matter?"

Laosan answered, "Big brother, it’s very easy to handle. Just mention donating to the production team to build a school, and those people are thrilled... I’ve done the math, a primary school costs four or five hundred yuan, and a middle school, with only two grades, requires fewer classrooms, so two or three hundred should suffice."

Bai Bo opened and closed his eyes, having quickly understood the account: "There’s no need to build one for every team, just two or three in each commune would do. For the old or empty ones, we can just renovate them. Should two thousand be enough?"

"Enough, definitely enough," Laosan nodded, "But it will have to wait until after the autumn harvest. Right now, all the production teams are preparing for the rush to harvest, no one has the spare time for this."

"Alright, there’s no use hurrying on such a matter," Bai Bo tapped on the table and took out a cigarette from the pack, "You go to the various communes these next two days, hand over the money, and set the name. We can’t let Lin Nianhe get ahead."

Laosan pressed his hand over his heart, a pained look crossing his face: "Big brother, are we really giving the money first?"

"What, am I afraid they’re going to run off?" Bai Bo scornfully laughed, "Forget about building the middle school. I’ve thought it over, if there’s spare money for little bastards to attend middle school, then the family isn’t short on cash. It’s tricky to get them to join our line of work, so let’s just build primary schools."

"Alright, as the big brother says. I’ll get it done."

...

Lin Nianhe returned to the village school, just in time as the last student finished collecting their books.

The children played on the playground, each holding their books, somewhat reluctant to be more boisterous for fear of dirtying them.

They gathered around the ping-pong table, eyes filled with curiosity as they watched the little ball bounce to and fro.

Zhang Qiong looked at the sparse thirty or so student names and glanced again at the half-remaining pile of books. She quietly said to Principal Wu, "Principal Wu, the number of students from Nine-miles Team who came to register differs by eighteen from the original list."

Principal Wu furrowed her brow, took the list for a glance, and raised her voice to ask, "Jianjun, are all the children from your team here?"

He Jianjun quickly came over and said, "No, Principal Wu, the ox-cart couldn’t fit all the kids, so I brought the younger ones over in three trips. The older ones walked over on their own; it’s a bit slower."

"Ah, I see." Principal Wu looked at him and urged, "Then you go back to meet them again; they must be tired from the long walk."

"Alright," He Jianjun looked again at the children frolicking on the playground, hesitated for a moment but then said, "Then Principal, please keep an eye on these little bastards for a while."

Principal Wu was both annoyed and amused: "This is a school, what are you afraid of? Go on now."

"Okay." He Jianjun scratched his head and quickly went out to fetch the students.

Before long, He Jianjun arrived with the last few older children.

But even with these additions, the total still fell two short.

Principal Wu looked at the list, her brow creasing once more.