Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 370 - 369: My Daughter Called Me Again

Chapter 370: Chapter 369: My Daughter Called Me Again

Having corroborating evidence, Wong Xiao no longer dwelled on the pricing of the Head Flower. He figured he certainly didn’t understand women as well as the female comrades did, and since they all thought it was as if the items were free, he decided not to argue!

He had planned to send the samples and designs directly to the textile factory, but was stopped by Lin Nianhe.

"Uncle Wong, make fifty of each for me first," Lin Nianhe said, "I need to make it clear in advance that these seven hundred are to be given away for free."

"Given away for free?" Wong Xiao was taken aback, his tone rising involuntarily, "Given to whom?"

"The Provincial City Military Cultural Troupe." Lin Nianhe said slowly, "If the comrades from the Cultural Troupe wear our Head Flowers during their performances, it won’t just be the Cooperative Society in the provincial city that will seek to stock our products."

Wong Xiao understood Lin Nianhe’s intention, but still felt a pinch: "Isn’t giving away seven hundred a bit too many? Can’t we reduce that number?"

Lin Nianhe looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you know how many people are in the Provincial City Cultural Troupe? Do you know how many military families there are? Do you know which of them has relations with the Cooperative Society?"

Wong Xiaokou weakly replied: "I—I don’t know..."

Lin Nianhe thought to herself, funny enough, neither did I.

She cleared her throat, speaking earnestly: "Uncle Wong, you can’t trap a wolf without sacrificing some sheep. If you think my method won’t work, feel free to visit the Provincial City Supply and Marketing Cooperative yourself to inquire if they are willing to sell our Head Flowers."

Wong Xiao shook his head and waved his hands desperately: "Forget it, the people at the Cooperative Society in the provincial city are too arrogant, buying things there is like begging for mercy; asking them to sell something... Let’s use your method, it’ll save me two train tickets too."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She never imagined that Uncle Wong’s trust in her amounted to just two train tickets to the provincial city.

Lin Nianhe didn’t want to comment. She pointed at the phone on the desk: "Uncle Wong, may I borrow the phone?"

Wong Xiaokou was not one to pinch pennies, but in his eyes every cent was significant. Hearing Lin Nianhe wanted to use the commune’s phone, he reflexively replied: "Doesn’t your brigade have a phone?"

"Oh, if you’re not in a hurry then I’ll just head back to the brigade to make the call to arrange this, I’m not in a rush. I just thought of Beijing as I’m more familiar with the place; we can also mail some of the Head Flowers there, but it would take quite some time..."

"Go ahead! Use it as you like!"

Not only did Wong Xiao grit his teeth to say "Use it as you like," he also consciously left the office and closed the door for Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe raised her eyebrows, picked up the phone, and first called Sun Bo.

"Uncle Sun, this is Lin Nianhe, hello!" Lin Nianhe cheerily spoke into the phone, "I am calling to report on the spending of donations from the military region comrades. Aside from buying backpacks and stationery for the students, we’ve also purchased some extracurricular books. Our principal specifically asked me to thank the comrades for their kind deeds."

Hearing this, Sun Bo also smiled: "Good, good, it’s best if the children are better off!"

"Indeed, and there’s another matter," Lin Nianhe smoothly continued, "Our Lan County Textile Factory has launched a Head Flower production line. Our leaders are especially grateful for the support of the military region comrades, and have specifically set aside some Head Flowers to give to everyone."

"That’s not necessary, those are your products, we can’t accept every little thing from fellow villagers..."

"These were processed on behalf of the children’s parents in our village, it’s also their way of showing gratitude. It would upset the villagers if you refused," Lin Nianhe spoke the excuse she had prepared earlier, sincerely saying, "The villagers don’t have much to give, but this is just a small token. You must accept it."

"This..." Sun Bo hesitated, "This isn’t appropriate!"

Lin Nianhe pretended to hesitate for a moment, then said, "Our textile factory’s Head Flowers haven’t officially been sent to the Cooperative Society for sale yet. You can consider this as helping us open up a sales channel. Would that be alright?"

Seeing her intent on having him accept the villagers’ token of gratitude, and considering that a few Head Flowers weren’t worth much, Sun Bo agreed: "Alright, I’ll make the decision on behalf of everyone and accept them!"

He contemplated, if the Head Flower was really good, he would help to deliver it to the Cooperative Society, as it shouldn’t be taking advantage of the villagers for nothing.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Nianhe dialed Mr. Lin’s number.

"Hello, this is Lin Binghui."

"Minister Lin, hello, this is Lin Nianhe."

"..."

After the familiar silence, Lin Nianhe chuckled: "Dad, how have you and Mom been feeling recently?"

Mr. Lin also laughed and answered: "All good, all good, how have you been lately? Has the harvest finished?"

"It’s all finished, it snowed today!" Lin Nianhe replied with a laugh, "I’ve been quite busy recently, so I haven’t called you."

"Haha, work comes first, your mom and I are doing well, don’t worry."

"Alright." Lin Nianhe said cheerfully, "Then can I report to you about my recent work?"

"Sure! Let me hear what my daughter has been up to!"

Lin Nianhe then briefly talked about the match factory and textile factory to keep the phone call succinct and short, in case Wong Xiaokou started sobbing on the phone later.

The last time Mr. Lin received a call from Lin Nianhe was before the harvest, and he never imagined that in this past month, his daughter could accomplish such substantial achievements!

Minister Lin was stunned for a long while, then said: "Daughter, I’m really happy you could do these things for our villagers... I’ve always been worried about you adapting to the countryside, but it seems now you get along really well with the villagers, and you treat them like family."

Only towards family would one tirelessly bear the hassle and fundamentally seek to uplift them.

Mr. Lin rubbed his slightly teary eyes, smiling proudly.

A warm look flashed in Lin Nianhe’s eyes, she said, "Everyone here is very kind to me; the leaders here are also very proactive, all dedicated to production and construction... I want to do something for them."

"Yes, that’s great." Mr. Lin affirmed, "Daughter, Dad is proud of you."

"Hehe..." Lin Nianhe laughed, "Dad, I’m going to send a parcel home in a while, containing some Head Flowers. Could you ask Mom to distribute them to our neighbors?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Just to let the comrades in Beijing see the Head Flowers produced by our Lan County Textile Factory."

Mr. Lin immediately understood Lin Nianhe’s intention, replying, "So if someone likes it, they will inquire at the Cooperative Society, trace the source, and eventually place orders from Lan County?"

Lin Nianhe pretended to be surprised: "Dad, you’re really brilliant! I hadn’t thought that far!"

"Hahahaha... You’re such a clever one! Okay, send it over, Dad will take care of it—but make sure the quality is good, alright?"

"Understood, understood, don’t worry, Dad!"

Lin Nianhe chatted a bit more about family matters with Mr. Lin. Just when someone came to call Mr. Lin for a meeting, she then hung up the phone.

Mr. Lin put down the phone, grabbed his work notes, and as he opened the door, he robustly shouted: "Old Su!"