Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 422: They Want Her Life

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: They Want Her Life

"You’re insane! With that price, you could buy almost half a kilo of pork!"

Zhai Huayuan looked at Factory Director Ji as if he was looking at a madman.

Factory Director Ji’s hands stopped moving, and he looked up at Zhai Huayuan, seriously saying, "Director Zhai, the fabric we use for our Head Flower is all new patterns. Go to the market and see if there is any fabric that is the same as ours."

Zhai Huayuan opened his mouth but said nothing.

Indeed, judging from the fabric used in the Head Flower in front of him, it really isn’t a common pattern available on the market.

"Moreover, each of our Head Flowers is sewn stitch by stitch by our workers, and it also has to go through three rounds of quality inspections. Not only are they attractive, but the quality is also impeccable!"

Zhai Huayuan: "..."

Who was it that just said producing eighty thousand Head Flowers a month would smoke the sewing machines? How come it’s turned into hand-sewn stitch by stitch in less than five minutes?

"The most important thing is—"

Factory Director Ji leisurely leaned back in his chair, his chin slightly raised, looking smug and yet irritating:

"On the vast land of China that spans 9.6 million square kilometers, our factory’s Head Flower is one of a kind."

Zhai Huayuan swallowed all the counterarguments he had.

The first two points were nonsense, the last point was the crux!

But Director Zhai didn’t think it was a big deal; he picked up a Head Flower and looked it over, scoffing, "This little thing isn’t hard to make. The textile factory in the provincial city could figure it out in less than three days."

Factory Director Ji grinned broadly, laughing, "Director Zhai, let’s be honest, if you want the provincial city’s textile factory to make Head Flowers, isn’t it just because you think mine are too expensive? Why do you assume they’d be willing to open a new Head Flower workshop and set up a new production line just to accommodate you? Their fabric is among the top in the country; would they really abandon big business deals to compete over these little profits?"

"Moreover," Factory Director Ji’s face was all smiles, sweat almost dripping from his palms, "you wouldn’t want to make just this one deal, right? We’re poor but diligent folks; give us a bit of money, and we work our butts off. Can a big factory change the designs every month to coddle you?"

Director Zhai’s face turned red.

He had prestige, but not enough to make the provincial city’s textile factory fully cooperate.

But this price...

Indeed, the Cooperative Society didn’t have a sales quota, but if the goods piled up unsold in the warehouse, it would also affect the purchasing funds for their other products.

Factory Director Ji kept watching Zhai Huayuan’s expression and upon seeing it soften, he immediately said, "I know you find it expensive, but our Head Flower isn’t really meant for the poor! It’s a design coveted by people from Beijing, aren’t you worried about not being able to sell them?"

Zhai Huayuan licked his lips.

Provincial city has more than two million people; devouring thirty thousand Head Flowers shouldn’t be difficult, right?

If they can’t be sold in one month, they could be sold in two months, three months...

Seeing Zhai Huayuan weighing his options, Factory Director Ji’s heart raced like ten thousand roe deer were bouncing inside.

It must succeed, it really must...

He prayed silently in his mind.

Even if it only lasts for a month, that would still be more than what was earned in the previous year!

Perhaps God really heard his prayers, the next second, Zhai Huayuan looked up and said to him, "Although this is the provincial city and can’t compare to Beijing, Old Ji, sell me a bit of face, let’s start with a month’s order to test it out. If it sells, we can continue... for another six months."

Factory Director Ji was ecstatic!

The last trace of rationality in his mind remembered what Wong Xiao had told him that day; he suppressed his joy and furrowed his brows, taking a moment before finally biting the bullet, "Alright then, after all, our factory has survived all these years thanks to your care, let’s just sign for a month first—but you can’t speak of this outwardly, or I’ll be in big trouble!"

He said this while taking out a draft book, writing while asking, "So take a look at these Head Flowers, do you want to choose a specific amount or should I distribute them evenly? Oh right, Director Zhai, our factory can’t afford the production costs for so much stock, I’ll help you, and you help me too, let’s pay the thirty percent deposit first..."

He bent his head low, grinning joyfully at an angle Zhai Huayuan couldn’t see.

Director Zhai "hmm" agreed, picking up several types of Head Flowers and examining each.

What do old men know about these things? He felt they all looked about the same, genuinely baffled as to why those female comrades would queue up for them.

He looked for a while then gave up, just like when he discussed supplies with other factories before, he said, "Then just distribute them evenly for me, but make it quick, can you deliver within a week?"

"What?"

Factory Director Ji put down his pen, looked up at Director Zhai with eyes full of shock: "Director Zhai, even if I worked day and night, I wouldn’t be able to get you thirty thousand in a week!"

"What should we do then? The folks back home are eagerly waiting!"

"In one week... I can at most make fifteen thousand for you, that’s by pushing back the orders from Beijing," said Factory Director Ji, "I’ll give you the remaining fifteen thousand by the end of the month."

"That... will have to do. Write down the delivery date; I need to post a notice when I get back, it can’t be delayed any further."

"Alright!"

...

Director Zhai left with a contract in hand and a face of suppressed agitation.

Before boarding the train, he made a special trip to the Cooperative Society, bought two cans of peaches and half a jin of brown sugar, and asked Wong Xiao who came to see him off to deliver them to the only person in the whole county he respected.

"With the time being so tight and the task so urgent, I won’t visit Comrade Xiao Lin. Uncle Wong, you must convey my gratitude for me; without her, this matter wouldn’t have been settled so smoothly."

"Sure, sure, rest assured, I’ll deliver it to her after work today."

Wong Xiao, holding a mesh bag, watched Director Zhai’s retreating figure, his brows gradually knitting together.

Watching the train pull away, the long-suppressed Factory Director Ji could no longer contain himself and started hopping on the platform: "Leaders! Leaders! Fifteen thousand yuan! One month matches what we used to make in two years! I have never seen such good results since I became the factory director..."

Wong Xiao glanced at him, scolded: "Act properly, what are you doing hopping around like a monkey as a factory director?"

Seeing Wong Xiao’s calm demeanor, Factory Director Ji couldn’t help but feel in awe—

It really takes a leader! Looking at this unaffected calmness in the face of joy and anger, he really can’t compare!

...

"Xiao Lin! You really are a blessing to Lan County!"

"The contract is signed! Signed! Thirty thousand in one month, fifteen thousand yuan!"

"If it weren’t inappropriate, I’d kowtow to you!"

Inside the first-grade classroom of the village school, Wong Xiao shut the door and jumped three feet high, nearly hitting the ceiling beam.

Lin Nianhe: "Uncle Wong, you’re a leader, can’t you be more composed? What if the children see, it would affect your image!"

How could Wong Xiao calm down!

The textile factory is a state-owned factory which taxes according to an 8-level progressive tax rate; last year, the total tax paid was 1417.17 yuan. Now? This single deal alone would bring a tax of three to four thousand yuan!

That’s just one month!

Wong Xiao felt he was already very composed; he hadn’t even hugged Li Dahe and cried!

Wong Xiao wiped the corners of his eyes, his hand back damp.

Lin Nianhe looked at the half-table of stuff and asked him, "What’s all this about?"

"Oh," Wong Xiao collected his emotions and carried the mesh bag containing two cans of peaches and half a jin of brown sugar to the side, "This is from Director Zhai for you, saying that without you he couldn’t have managed things so smoothly, and he wants to thank you."

"And the rest?" Lin Nianhe asked, looking at the remaining items.

Honestly, if Wong Xiao hadn’t moved that mesh bag, she wouldn’t have noticed it.

"It’s what I bought for you!"

Wong Xiao suddenly became enthusiastic, starting to introduce each item:

"This is two jin of brown sugar and dried jujube fruits; drink it with water when you’re free. You don’t have a good health and are always worrying; you really need to nourish yourself!"

"These apples were bought by your aunt who queued up at the Cooperative Society at five yesterday morning. You don’t go down to town usually, can’t buy fruits, don’t hesitate to eat them, I’ll bring you more when I can."

"This is trough cake and peach cake; you don’t like to cook much but don’t starve yourself, take care of your body..."

Lin Nianhe, looking at so many gifts, suddenly tensed up.

Experience told her, a heavy gift usually comes with grand designs behind it, so—

Could Uncle Wong actually be after her life?