Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 407 - 406: Remaining Unperturbed in the Face of Temptation

Chapter 407: Chapter 406: Remaining Unperturbed in the Face of Temptation

Wong Xiao knew very well how precious those few hairs on Li Dahe’s head were to him, so he took Lin Nianhe’s words as the gospel truth—if Li Dahe were to lose his hair over this matter, there’d be no need for anyone else to lift a finger; he’d kick Lin Nianhe from one end of the village to the other himself.

With this deadly serious pledge in mind, Wong Xiao didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately went to talk to the Factory Director about pulling the workers for the Head Flower project.

The workers at the textile factory were all experienced craftsmen; learning how to make Head Flowers wouldn’t be difficult, and it was estimated that everyone could pick it up in half a day.

The Factory Director, however, was very worried and kept nagging Wong Xiao incessantly: "Leader, are we really not making duvet covers anymore? We rely on selling duvet covers to live! What do we do if we stop making them?"

Wong Xiao gave him an attitude as arrogant as Lin Nianhe’s had been to him: "Can’t you, a factory director, keep calm? Didn’t I tell you? Focus on the Head Flowers, Head Flowers! It won’t hurt to make fewer duvet covers for three months; we can’t sell them anyway."

Factory Director: "..."

Has his "new lover" just lost interest in his duvet covers? Wasn’t it just recently that he patted the director’s shoulder, saying "Our factory’s duvet covers are the best in the world"?

Today the leader was full of high spirits, silencing the Factory Director completely. Since the leader had arranged it this way, then that was what he would do.

Swallowing his grievances, the Factory Director sensibly brought out the Head Flowers that had passed quality inspection and asked, "Leader, these Head Flowers have passed quality control, should I deliver them to the Cooperative Society now?"

"Deliver to the Cooperative Society for what? These aren’t for sale; I have a use for them!" Wong Xiao spoke as he grabbed a sack in each hand.

The Factory Director was dumbfounded, nearly in tears, clutching at Wong Xiao’s sleeve and refusing to let go: "Not for sale? Leader, these were made with real money, the materials cost a total of 98 yuan!"

"You can only see as far as a half meter in front of your feet," Wong Xiao scoffed, prying off his hand with disdain, "Alright, just focus on production. The factory just needs to avoid losses, that’s all."

He then left with two sacks in tow.

Standing in place, the Factory Director muttered while counting on his fingers: "And yet we’re not losing money? There goes 98 yuan already..."

Like a gust of wind, Wong Xiao hurried back to the commune’s office. Without even a moment to warm his hands, he eagerly said to Lin Nianhe, "Xiao Lin! Quality control for the Head Flowers is done, you see, I knew you were anxious, so I brought them back for you myself!"

"Thank you, Uncle Wong; I appreciate your hard work."

Lin Nianhe immediately set down her cup of water and stood up to open the sacks.

Inside the sacks were Head Flowers, each wrapped in a little cloth package according to different styles.

Upon opening one and inspecting it, Lin Nianhe nodded: "Not bad, pretty close to the design I had in mind."

Wong Xiao, grinning from ear to ear like an elementary school student finally praised by the teacher, was particularly happy.

Lin Nianhe dragged the sack over to the table, and while taking out the contents, she said, "By the way, Uncle Wong, I was just thinking, our Head Flowers shouldn’t be sold like the cheap ones out there, so I’m planning to get some packaging bags for them."

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Lin Nianhe took a sheet of paper, tore it and folded it several times, and then wrote the character "Lan" with elegant and beautiful handwriting, adding the dimensions on every edge.

She handed the handmade paper bag template to Wong Xiao, saying, "Order some paper bags from the printing factory with this character printed on them. When we officially sell them, we’ll put the Head Flowers inside."

Holding the paper bag, Wong Xiao had to admit it looked somewhat nice, but—

"Is this necessary? Isn’t buying these paper bags going to cost money too? What’s the benefit of doing this?"

Too lazy to explain what brand effect meant, Lin Nianhe plainly said, "The benefit is, you can sell each Head Flower for two cents more."

"Oh, oh, oh, then I’ll go to the printing factory right now!"

"Alright, I’ll mail out the Head Flowers today... Oh, right, a maximum of ten yuan for ten thousand paper bags, don’t order too many at first, no more than one hundred thousand."

"Got it!"

There was no printing factory in Lan County, but the city had one, and Wong Xiao had met the director of the printing factory a few times when going to the city for meetings. He immediately took Lin Nianhe’s handmade sample bag and headed to the train station.

Luckily, a train to the city was leaving in just fifteen minutes; otherwise, Wong Xiao would have run along the tracks to get there.

At the commune, Uncle Niu was chatting while holding Niuwa, and next door, Su Yuncheng was helping Lin Nianhe sort the Head Flowers into four groups.

Lin Nianhe planned to send out five hundred Head Flowers, and now that there were six hundred, she didn’t plan to send the extra hundred, they could simply be kept aside for now.

As Su Yuncheng sorted the Head Flowers, he suggested, "Why not send the rest to Sie Yuguo? He also has some influence in Shanghai, and he could give them to the Cultural Troupe."

He was somewhat worried about Lin Nianhe’s military-style guarantee and thought that if Sie Yuguo could distribute the Head Flowers to Shanghai, they could certainly sell more.

"There’s no rush for Shanghai. Once sales start in Beijing, they will naturally come looking," Lin Nianhe said.

"You just mentioned those systems..."

Su Yuncheng looked up at Lin Nianhe with some doubt in his eyes: "They’re not taught by the school, are they?"

"Shh..." Lin Nianhe stuck out her tongue at him, "I read about them in a book."

"What book?"

"I can’t tell you that." Lin Nianhe’s eyes curved into a smile, "Stop asking already, I don’t have the book anymore, and nobody saw me when I was reading it."

Su Yuncheng pressed his brow center, reminding her: "If others ask, just say you thought of it yourself."

"Of course, I’d say that to others, but the one asking me is you."

Su Yuncheng: "...!"

He knew it, she treated him differently.

Lin Nianhe saw his ears turning red, and decided to stoke the fire.

She stretched out her hand in front of him, saying, "It’s so cold, my hands are about to freeze."

Su Yuncheng looked at the delicate and pale little hand before him, his mind stirred.

After a moment, he took out gloves and put them on her.

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Isn’t this the time to hold hands?

What’s the meaning of him wearing gloves?

Su Yuncheng considerately said: "Rest for a while, go warm yourself by the fire, I’ll take care of this."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Should she praise him for his self-discipline, or resent him for it?

Lin Nianhe did not want to praise nor resent, and she fiddled with the Head Flower while wearing the gloves, continuing to work.

Men are too hard to understand, she is still better at making money.

In the afternoon, Xiao Li brought Uncle Niu with him as they left. The old man’s spirits had notably improved, his mouth curling into a smile.

When he saw Lin Nianhe, he bowed solemnly to her.

"Thank you, thank you, Miss Lin... It was my fault back then, thank you for taking care of Niuwa... Seeing him now doing well, I can, I can die with my eyes closed..."

"Miss, this kindness... I’ll be a cow or horse in my next life to repay you..."

Lin Nianhe felt a tremble in her heart, hurriedly helped him up, and said in a low voice: "Please don’t say that, you need to live well, Niuwa is still waiting for you."

"Yes, right, right..."

Uncle Niu left, his steps no longer heavy, as if he had shed the burden he had carried for many years.

Niuwa watched his figure, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye.

Today he made many promises to his granddad, to eat well, to work hard, to study well... not to do wrong.

He could do it, he would definitely be able to do all of it.

Holding back tears, he tried to keep them from falling.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his head and looked up to see, indeed, it was Sister Hehe.

Lin Nianhe looked down at him and said with a smile: "If you feel too sad, let’s go back inside and have a cry, it’s not good to cry outside, the tears will freeze."

Niuwa pursed his lips tightly and forcefully wiped away the teardrops by his eyes.

He looked up at Lin Nianhe, his tone resolute: "Sister He, I want to get into Peking University!"

"Good! Go for Peking University!"

Lin Nianhe echoed Niuwa’s words, looking through the vast expanse of white where Uncle Niu was, her brows inevitably furrowing.