Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 318 - 317: High-End Commercial Warfare

Chapter 318: Chapter 317: High-End Commercial Warfare

In Lin Nianhe’s view, Zhang Changjiang really doesn’t deserve the saying "Harmony brings wealth."

But he insists on saying it.

Then she can’t be blamed.

Zheng Lirong, seeing Lin Nianhe’s confident demeanor, feels somewhat relieved, but can’t help being curious: "Girl, if you have a plan, just spill it. Don’t leave me in suspense."

Lin Nianhe immediately drops the act, no longer pretending.

She says: "Actually, it’s quite simple. You find a few glib-tongued aunties to block the entrance to Zhang Changjiang’s black market every day and curse, claiming the stuff bought from him made people sick. If they talk back, curse them vehemently, and if they dare to raise a hand, just lie on the ground and shout that you’ve been beaten to death."

High-end business wars often only require the simplest of methods.

Zheng Lirong shivers after hearing this.

Putting herself in the situation, she thinks if it were her facing this, it would indeed be a headache.

But—

"That’s enough? I’ve seen this kind of troublemaking before. It doesn’t solve the root issue."

"Part-time troublemaking and full-time troublemaking are fundamentally different."

Lin Nianhe says with a smile, "Sister, think about it. If you were the seller and saw this scene, wouldn’t you just turn tail and run? And if you’re the buyer and heard that the food sold here made someone sick, regardless of whether it’s true or false, would you still dare to buy from here?"

"Eventually, the sellers won’t dare to come, the buyers naturally thin out. And Zhang Changjiang? He can’t let his people starve below, and above him, he’ll be watched closely. He can’t sell his goods and has no income... How long can he last?"

Zheng Lirong imagines the scenario and can’t help but admit that Lin Nianhe’s idea—is indeed vicious.

She asks again: "But what if Zhang Changjiang realizes we’re sabotaging him and uses the same tactics against us?"

"Then you just pay off the aunties; if five isn’t enough, then fifty, if fifty doesn’t work, then a hundred," Lin Nianhe says, "So that’s the crux of the problem, Sister Lirong, the aunties you find must be completely trustworthy and absolutely cannot be bought off. Of course, protecting them is also very important, don’t let them get ambushed."

At this point, Lin Nianhe has a stroke of genius: "Right, you can have one of the aunties stop showing up after causing trouble for a couple of days, for added effect."

Zheng Lirong is dumbfounded, with one thought in her mind—

Old Bai died a just death.

Zheng Lirong, based on Lin Nianhe’s pointers, contemplates for a while and comes up with a detailed plan, nodding, "Alright, I have it figured out now, don’t worry."

Lin Nianhe sits in her chair, swinging her feet.

What ill intentions could she have?

She’s just afraid that if both sides were to fight it out seriously, it might lead to loss of life.

She’s really such a kind good person...

Zheng Lirong takes a few sips of water to calm down, and after a while, she asks: "Girl, is there anything else you’re dealing with in the provincial city?"

Such simple words could’ve easily been conveyed over the phone without much trouble, or she could’ve sent Wu Genmao and the others to run an errand.

Lin Nianhe says: "I’m here to find some piecework for our production team’s villagers, pasting matchboxes and the like."

Sitting here saying this, Lin Nianhe feels a pang of wistfulness.

Looking for piecework was something she had planned to extract from Bai Bo through a long and roundabout way!

Alas, Bai Bo worked against his own interests and didn’t provide her the opportunity to fleece him.

Zheng Lirong didn’t know about Lin Nianhe’s earlier plans and couldn’t help frowning upon hearing her: "I do know some people at the match factory, a simple introduction would work if you want that job. But the problem is that your brigade is too far away. Traveling back and forth would cost more than you’d earn."

"No choice, there’s no match factory in Lan County." Lin Nianhe shrugged her shoulders, then asked, "Sister Lirong, could you tell me what the provincial city’s textile factories mainly produce?"

Making matchboxes was never her first choice.

Zheng Lirong was a bit baffled by her question and responded instinctively: "Textile factories, well, they weave fabric and make clothes. What else could they do?"

Lin Nianhe opened her mouth and was at a loss for words.

The answer couldn’t be more accurate.

She had to ask something more specific: "I mean small items like Head Flowers. Do our local textile factories make those?"

This was something Zheng Lirong hadn’t looked into, so she replied: "I’m not sure about that. Let me ask around for you. Where are you staying?"

"At the railway guesthouse." Lin Nianhe replied, "I’ll have to trouble you then."

"What’s there to be polite about between us sisters." Zheng Lirong waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "I won’t keep you here for dinner. Just wait for me at the guesthouse, I’ll come to you with any news."

Zheng Lirong’s decision not to keep Lin Nianhe for dinner wasn’t out of reluctance to provide a meal but rather to avoid her staying too long and possibly running into some trouble.

"Okay, then I’ll head back first." Lin Nianhe stood up, "Sister, I only have a week off, I can’t stay in the provincial city for too long."

Zheng Lirong stood up to see her off, nodding and responding, "I know, I’ll send you a message by tomorrow at the latest."

"Alright then."

When they reached the entrance of the black market, Lin Nianhe remembered something else.

She said, "By the way, Sister, recently we got three hundred catties of mung beans over at our place. It’s not much, and I was too lazy to sell them. So I donated them to our production team under your name, just in time for the autumn harvest. It came in handy for making mung bean soup for the villagers."

Zheng Lirong immediately understood Lin Nianhe’s intent; her eyes rimmed red as she held Lin Nianhe’s hand and said, "Sister, thank you..."

Indeed, Lin Nianhe had used her as a shield, but the villagers would truly remember her kindness and be good to her children.

Lin Nianhe returned her earlier words with a cheery smile: "What’s there to be polite about between us sisters?"

Zheng Lirong chuckled, then stopped at the doorway, "I won’t see you out any further. Be careful, and if there’s anything, come to me."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe waved her goodbye and left.

As she loitered back to the corner, she saw Wang Shumei and Wen Lan each standing on a brick, looking as if they could pick it up and smack someone at any moment.

Lin Nianhe swallowed hard, took a step back, and reminded them, "Make sure to see clearly, it’s me, don’t smack."

Seeing Lin Nianhe emerge unscathed, Wen Lan heaved a sigh of relief and wiped her forehead, "Good to see you’re alright. You finally came out."

Wang Shumei glanced behind her, saw no one following, and then grabbed them both, walking a whole street before stopping.

She asked, "How did it go? Was it easy to solve?"

Lin Nianhe grinned, a relaxed look on her face, "It’s pretty smooth. Sister Lirong is already helping me look into the part-time jobs."

Wang Shumei was speechless, "I was asking about that fat guy!"

"Oh, him? What could be so hard to solve with his peanut-sized brain?" Lin Nianhe shrugged carelessly, "I almost feel like I’m bullying him with just a bit more thought."

Wang Shumei: "..."