Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 319 - 318 Looking for a Job... It’s Tough

Chapter 319: Chapter 318 Looking for a Job... It’s Tough

Zheng Lirong knew that Lin Nianhe was in a hurry and did not make her wait too long. After seeing Lin Nianhe off, she immediately went to two factories to look for acquaintances. It was her lucky day; the people she was looking for happened to be at the factories.

After asking what she needed to ask, Zheng Lirong arrived at the railway guesthouse at five in the afternoon.

When the attendant heard that Zheng Lirong was looking for Lin Nianhe, she immediately beamed with a smile, asked her to wait a moment, offered her a cup of hot water, then went upstairs to call Lin Nianhe.

Zheng Lirong held the cup of water, dumbfounded.

The railway guesthouse was not open to the public, and the attendants here were usually quite aloof. But now... and besides, Lin Nianhe wasn’t a railway employee. How did she end up staying here?

Zheng Lirong took a sip of water, her thoughts drifting off, suspecting it must be due to Lin Nianhe’s family background.

Indeed, no ordinary person would imagine Lin Nianhe could stay here—it was all thanks to her eloquence.

Lin Nianhe and her two companions came down quickly, with the attendant smiling beside them like a blooming trumpet flower.

Because Lin Nianhe had said, such a good comrade like her should not only have a letter of commendation sent to the guesthouse but also to the railway authorities. Everyone should take her as a model.

In this era, a commendation letter holds significant meaning.

Whether it’s for evaluation and recognition or for promotions and university admissions, it is very useful.

Thus, the attendant looked at Lin Nianhe as if she were looking at a sister from another mother, not only did she escort them to the door but also repeatedly reminded them to be careful on the road.

Zheng Lirong was stunned.

She couldn’t help but ask Lin Nianhe, "Sister, does she have something compromising in your hands?"

Such excessive kindness could no longer be explained by relationships!

Zheng Lirong felt, not even her own superiors would likely receive such a smile from the attendant.

Lin Nianhe burst out laughing and simply said, "She’s just being professionally ethical, serving the people!"

Zheng Lirong: "..."

She didn’t believe a punctuation mark of it.

But she didn’t press on and said to the three ladies, "It’s mealtime, let me treat you all to dinner."

Zheng Lirong took them to the best state-owned restaurant in the provincial city, asked the three what they wanted to eat, and seeing that each of them was too polite to choose, she ordered four meat dishes, a pot of soup, and also got four bowls of rice and four bottles of soda.

She knew Lin Nianhe and her company were primarily here to seek job opportunities, so she didn’t delay and shared the information she had gathered while waiting for the food:

"I asked the match factory, and their Factory Director said, gluing matchboxes for your Ten Miles Team is doable, ten thousand for four dollars, but the factory won’t take care of transportation, there’s no such precedent."

"I also asked the textile factory, our provincial textile factory mainly produces fabrics and clothing, they don’t make Head Flowers. But the director told me that Lan County Textile Factory does make Head Flowers."

Zheng Lirong felt a bit awkward: "Sorry, sister, I don’t know anyone over at Lan County, I’m afraid I can’t be of much help."

Zheng Lirong sighed internally.

The match factory not handling transportation meant that job was not viable, as any small earnings would be spent on train tickets. As for the textile factory, there was clearly nothing available.

She looked at the three ladies, feeling they had made a wasted trip and annoyed she couldn’t help.

Yet, all three of Lin Nianhe’s group smiled.

Zheng Lirong, confused, looked at them: "What’s the matter?"

Lin Nianhe said, "Sister, the principal’s sister works at the textile factory. I can figure something out there."

"That’s really great," Zheng Lirong breathed a sigh of relief, then recalled something and added, "Silly me, I almost forgot to mention, sister, the people from the textile factory told me that although Lan County Textile Factory makes Head Flowers, they hardly sell many throughout the year. The work isn’t outsourced, and the internal employees can take care of it themselves."

"But the textile factory does have jobs like picking up thread ends, it pays a few cents per kilogram, you could ask about that."

Lin Nianhe nodded knowingly and replied, "Okay, thanks sister, I got it."

Zheng Lirong looked apologetic, "Sorry, sis, I couldn’t be of much help."

"Sister, don’t say that," Lin Nianhe took a sip of soda and said, "I’d like to meet with the director of the match factory, is that okay?"

Zheng Lirong was stunned, realizing Lin Nianhe didn’t want to give up on this job, and said, "Okay, he was an old classmate of my dad, almost like an uncle to me. I’ll take you to his house tomorrow."

"Alright."

With that, the conversation ended, and the food was ready.

The four of them stopped talking about job hunting and switched to the amusing anecdotes about Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun, which was not boring at all.

After the meal, it was already getting dark.

Zheng Lirong took the three of them back to the railway guesthouse and arranged the time to pick up Lin Nianhe the next evening to visit the director of the match factory before leaving.

The three girls went upstairs, and Wang Shumei and Wen Lan simultaneously squeezed into Lin Nianhe’s room.

"Nianhe, I’ve calculated it, after deducting the transportation costs, pasting a thousand matchboxes could earn us at most one yuan and eighty cents," Wang Shumei filled a cup of water for herself, hands on her hips.

Wen Lan sat on a chair, gestured for Wang Shumei to pour her a cup too, and said, "Actually, that’s not too little, you could earn five or six yuan a month, and that adds up to sixty or seventy a year, almost as much as a half-year’s work points for a strong laborer."

Ten Miles Team is wealthy, and their points are worth something—a point is six cents five.

Earning an extra sixty or seventy yuan a year was indeed a cause for celebration for most families.

Wang Shumei handed the cups of water to both, nodding, "That’s what I was thinking, even though it’s little, it’s still better than nothing."

The hardest thing for farm folks isn’t work.

But Lin Nianhe shook her head, "We can’t calculate it like that—actually, people can only focus on pasting matchboxes during the few idle months in winter. Come planting and harvesting season, who would have the energy for that? Plus, if we do that, wouldn’t all the hard-earned money from burning the midnight oil end up with the railway authority?"

"There’s nothing we can do, Lan County doesn’t have a match factory," Wang Shumei sat down, sighing.

Wen Lan still held onto her own opinion, "I still think it’s doable, the job isn’t hard, even a child could do it."

Wang Shumei looked at Lin Nianhe and asked, "You want to meet the factory director to persuade him to handle the shipping himself?"

Lin Nianhe propped her chin with one hand, first nodding, then shaking her head.

Wen Lan: "Silly girl."

Wang Shumei: "Do you want to do it but know it’s impossible, or do you have another idea?"

Lin Nianhe smiled brightly at them, "I won’t do a business that’s bound to lose money, and labor can’t be that cheap! So, they must handle the shipping themselves."

"But that’s not the only reason I want to see him, I plan to propose that the match factory set up a branch in our area."

Wen Lan: "Why don’t you just aim for the sky?"

Wang Shumei: "Does the director of the match factory also have a vulnerability you’ve grasped?"