Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 417 - 416: Unlucky Zhai Huayuan

Chapter 417: Chapter 416: Unlucky Zhai Huayuan

Wong Xiao felt that the ten tons of coal should be charged to the textile factory’s account, after all, he was running around for the affairs of the textile factory. How could he let the commune pay for it?

With that thought, he felt much better.

Lin Nianhe instantly put on a smile that was even brighter than sunflowers: "I knew it, Uncle Wong isn’t the kind of person who is unreasonable. Besides, even if our village’s school really is a dependent’s school, it should be the match factory dependent’s elementary school."

Wong Xiao: "..."

It seemed like she was reminding herself that she had also brought the match factory.

Suddenly, Wong Xiao saw the light—Even if the textile factory could only maintain the status quo, now they had a match factory in Lan County! The industrial and commercial tax revenue this year would definitely be more than last year!

The future lay in the textile factory, but the match factory was the present. He quickly asked, "Xiao Lin, how much product has the match factory shipped out?"

"I’m not very clear on this. You can ask the accountant at the warehouse later." Lin Nianhe said as she pulled out a chair for Wong Xiao to sit down and directly started the formal discussion, "Director Zhai from the Provincial City Supply and Marketing Cooperative is an impatient man. I estimate he will arrive tomorrow, and it’s very likely he will come in person."

"Really?" Wong Xiao’s eyes sparkled.

"Now in the provincial city, because of the Head Flower craze, girls who can’t buy Head Flowers are accusing him of hoarding, so how could he admit to that? He definitely wants to solve it urgently." Lin Nianhe took a sip of water and continued, "He only knows that the Head Flowers came from my hands, and when he arrives, he will come to me first. I will persuade him to place an order with the textile factory when the time comes."

Wong Xiao took out his work notebook and started taking notes while responding, "Mhm, mhm!"

Lin Nianhe said, "Tell the Factory Director of the textile factory to avoid him for a couple of days, just say he has been invited over by someone from Beijing."

Wong Xiao: "...!"

"Let him wait for two days, then talk." After saying that, Lin Nianhe asked, "How many Head Flowers have been produced now?"

"The production speed has increased a lot recently. I called Old Ji before coming, and we have produced three thousand, eight hundred and seventy-two." Wong Xiao said with pride, "Quality inspection passed, and as you suggested, they’ve all been packaged in custom paper bags—You were right, Xiao Lin, once that Head Flower is put into the bag, it looks even better than before!"

"Mm, you’ve worked hard," Lin Nianhe offered perfunctory praise to the leader, "Today we will deliver the goods to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative for display. Also, send one to each middle and high school girl student, make sure they wear them these days. If anyone asks, tell them they’re bought from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative."

"Also, distribute them to the women at the train station, the guest house, and the State-Owned Restaurant."

Wong XiaoKou’s heart was bleeding profusely.

He looked at Lin Nianhe with a pleading gaze: "Do those with short hair really not need one?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She pressed her forehead and said, "Forget it, just give away the spare ones."

"Oh, oh, so just give away two of them, right?"

Lin Nianhe didn’t say anything, just gave him a look to let him figure it out himself.

Wong Xiao held back his pain and cracked a smile: "I’m just joking with you haha, I know, seventy-two!"

Lin Nianhe: "Eight hundred and seventy-two."

Wong Xiao’s legs went weak and he almost collapsed off the chair.

His voice even took on a sobbing tone: "Xiao Lin! That’s nearly five hundred bucks!"

"The cost isn’t even one hundred." Lin Nianhe pointed out directly, "Uncle Wong, you can’t catch a wolf if you don’t extra bait. Besides, this is also for our own people, think of it as seeking benefits for the villagers."

Wong Xiao clutched his chest with a groan of pain.

Lin Nianhe couldn’t stand to watch anymore and said, "Do you know why the reaction in the provincial city was so big?"

Wong Xiao instinctively responded, "Why?"

"The women of the Cultural Troupe wore these head flowers for their performances," said Lin Nianhe. "The batch sent to Beijing will also debut in the Cultural Troupe’s performances..."

Wong Xiao suddenly felt invigorated, as if he’d been injected with chicken blood. His heartache was gone, his back no longer ached, and he felt like even his hair might turn black again.

"Xiao Lin! I completely trust you; whatever you say goes! I’m heading back to deliver the Head Flowers right now!"

Wong Xiao said, about to stand up.

Lin Nianhe quickly held him back: "Wait, wait, I haven’t finished yet!"

"Oh oh oh, you say it, keep going."

Wong Xiao took out his notebook again and started recording conscientiously.

"When Factory Director Ji meets with Director Zhai, you should let him negotiate like this..."

...

Upon getting off the train, Zhai Huayuan hurriedly made his way out. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a Head Flower in a female comrade’s hair - the same accessory that had given him such a headache.

He had become especially sensitive to Head Flowers lately. He wanted to squeeze through the crowd to ask about it, but there were too many people, and the woman disappeared into the sea of faces.

Zhai Huayuan whispered to himself, hand on his chest, "It’s okay, it’s okay... Once I get to the Ten Miles Team, I’ll be able to find out everything..."

With his goal set, Zhai Huayuan no longer looked around aimlessly but asked a male comrade, "Comrade, hello, can you tell me how to get to the Ten Miles Team?"

"The Ten Miles Team? It’s to the south. After you leave the town, just follow the road straight south for about twenty miles. When you see the banyan tree big enough for three people to embrace... Ah, don’t bother, do you see that ox cart there? That cart belongs to the Ten Miles Team; you can go and find them."

"Great, great, thank you, comrade."

Zhai Huayuan was lucky because he had encountered the Ten Miles Team’s ox cart delivering goods, saving him over an hour’s walk;

Unluckily for Zhai Huayuan, those who were delivering goods today were Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian.

Strangers, from the provincial city, looking for Lin Nianhe.

These three keywords, combined together, raised even Cao Shijian’s awareness, a man not known for being particularly sharp.

Cao Shijian squinted his eyes, his hand already picking up the hemp rope used for tying up the goods.

Wu Genmao, who was slightly more astute, pulled him and said, "Alright, get on the cart. We’ll go back together."

"Great, great, thank you very much." Zhai Huayuan was still unaware of the severity of the situation and got directly onto the ox cart.

The ox cart moved on until Zhai Huayuan saw the giant banyan tree big enough for three people to embrace. After pondering all the way, Wu Genmao finally spoke up, "Let me ask you about someone. Do you know Zhang Changjiang?"

A few days ago, he and Cao Shijian went to the provincial city to deliver Head Flowers to Zheng Lirong. After completing their task, they had a meal with some old friends and learned from their conversations that due to Zheng Lirong’s notorious reputation, those who ran away the moment Bai Bo died were now faring worse than each other; they were struggling to fill their stomachs, let alone seek vengeance on Lin Nianhe.

Thus, Wu Genmao deduced that this person might be connected to Zhang Changjiang in some way.

He asked directly, unafraid of alarming the other party.

Are you kidding me? They were already in their territory, did he really think he could escape?

Zhai Huayuan was stunned for a moment, muttering "Zhang Changjiang" under his breath before slapping his thigh, "Yes, yes, I know him! My uncle’s brother-in-law is named Zhang Changjiang! We are kind of like..."

Before he could utter "acquaintances," a lasso was thrown around Zhai Huayuan’s neck.

With a swift motion, Wu Genmao sprang into action, like a roc spreading its wings, grabbing Zhai Huayuan. Using momentum, he threw both of them off the ox cart, directly into a snowdrift by the roadside.

Zhai Huayuan: "...?"

Who is he? Where is he? What’s happened to him?