Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 434 - 433: Bearing Nine Provinces in Mind, Focusing on Crops and Grain

Chapter 434: Chapter 433: Bearing Nine Provinces in Mind, Focusing on Crops and Grain

Minister Huang wasn’t just whimsically intrigued by a few headpieces before suggesting the small textile factory in the county to engage in foreign trade. While Mr. Lin was scouting goods for his daughter, he had thoroughly investigated Lan County Textile Factory.

Using discarded looms from Hei Province Textile Factory, producing unsellable quilt covers, and with a total of only 139 workers, such a small factory being determined to change workshops and start anew must have a leader who knows how to utilize talents and a staff willing to take bold actions.

Minister Huang believed that this factory had potential. Besides, it was nearly bankrupt already; even if the reform failed in the end, it wouldn’t cause significant loss or affect the existing supply demand.

Therefore, when he discovered that Lin Nianhe was that staff member, he was shocked and wanted to keep her in the Foreign Trade Department.

Such talent should not go to the Cultural Troupe!

Minister Huang looked at Lin Nianhe, frowned, and pondered for a long while before finally turning to Mr. Lin: "Binghui, why not let your youngest stay here for now? Our country’s foreign trade needs her!"

Mr. Lin had a terrible headache and didn’t want to speak a single word to him.

Lin Nianhe looked at Mr. Lin, stood up, and grabbed his hand, "Dad, can we go outside and talk, please?"

Mr. Lin deeply sighed, taking Lin Nianhe out of the room.

At the foothills, the father and daughter walked along the frozen river.

Lin Nianhe, holding Mr. Lin’s arm, slowly began, "Dad, you and brother can risk your lives and shed blood for the country, and mom tirelessly works for women’s affairs. I’ve watched you all running around since I was little. Now that I’ve grown up, I want to be a person like you and mom, and I too want to contribute to the country, even if just a little."

Mr. Lin stopped walking and looked at Lin Nianhe.

He suddenly realized his daughter had grown up. She was no longer the child who only knew how to play around heedlessly, nor did she care about external things like clothing or food. She had her own thoughts and things she wanted to accomplish.

Lin Nianhe, with a smiling face, continued, "You once said that grandpa named brother and me, aiming for ’embracing all lands under the sky, and always thinking of cultivation’; I think, grandpa wanted to constantly remind us as members of the Lin Family, to never forget our duties."

"Growing up protected by you, mom, and brother, you gave me the best life. Now, I’m no longer a child—the responsibility of the Lin Family also falls on me."

Mr. Lin looked into Lin Nianhe’s eyes, his tense expression gradually softening.

After a while, he reached out and pinched Lin Nianhe’s cheek, "Working in foreign trade is not easy; grassroots work is even harder. If you choose this path and find yourself complaining after two months, don’t expect me to intervene."

Lin Nianhe laughed, jumping up to wrap her arms around Mr. Lin’s neck: "Dad may not intervene, but he has to listen to my complaints, and preferably console me."

Mr. Lin laughed heartily, his eyes slightly reddening, "Hehe, you’ve grown up... Alright, since you have something you want to do, go do it. If Minister Huang gives you any trouble, just tell me. I’ll shave his head within five minutes to relieve your frustration!"

"Hahaha... Okay!"

Back at the office, Minister Huang suddenly felt a chill on his scalp, sensing his hair could depart from him anytime.

By the river, the father and daughter started walking back.

"Working in foreign trade, you’ll need to know foreign languages. I’ll go back to Beijing and find you some study materials and tapes, and send your radio over too. You should practice more... Oh, and later, you need to have Minister Huang give you a certification to avoid any trouble."

"Uh, I have a radio there, no need to send the one from home... Also, there shouldn’t be any issues; the person in charge of this in Lan County is Sun Jun, who was Brother Yuncheng’s subordinate."

"Still, keep one just in case, Minister Huang is idle anyway."

"Alright then."

Mr. Lin then asked, "What do you want to study in college then? Stick with foreign trade?"

Lin Nianhe shook her head, seriously stating, "No, I want to study either mechanics or computer science."

Mr. Lin: "...?"

His daughter’s proposal was so outrageous, and he was hearing it for the first time as her father.

Studying computer science is one thing, but mechanical engineering? What does she want to do, screw bolts on the production line?

Mr. Lin felt that he had to get Old Huang to put in more effort, definitely making his daughter deeply attached to the Foreign Trade Department and unwilling to leave...

It’s good for children to have dreams and aspirations, but those dreams shouldn’t be too outrageous!

Having received Mr. Lin’s approval, it became much easier to proceed with the work. After listening to Lin Nianhe’s suggestions, Minister Huang immediately agreed to reserve a spot for them at next April’s Spring Trade Fair.

"Okay then, from today, Lan County Textile Factory must start preparing for foreign trade. Kiddo, get your drawings and samples ready now; by the Trade Fair in four months, bring at least thirty samples!"

Thirty?

Who are they underestimating? She has no fewer than thirty designs that she’s drawn but hasn’t produced yet.

However, Lin Nianhe still looked troubled, frowning as she said: "Uncle Huang, I haven’t read many books. Can you get me some foreign books so I can see what kind of Head Flowers they wear?"

Being from the Foreign Trade Department, Minister Huang was much more lenient about these things. He nodded, "Okay, I’ll get them from our department when I go back. But for the transportation—Binghui, can we use your department’s channels?"

"Sure, for the sake of earning foreign exchange!" said Mr. Lin, "You let me personally escort it, and I wouldn’t say a word."

Minister Huang raised an eyebrow, his gaze seemingly asking: are you sure it’s just for earning foreign exchange?

Lin Nianhe thumped her chest and assured, "Uncle Huang, don’t worry, leave it to me. I’ll complete the task even if it means not sleeping!"

"That’s what I need," Minister Huang said smilingly, nodding and then turning to Wong Xiao, "If there’s any trouble, just give me a call."

"Understood, boss!" Wong Xiao held her wildly throbbing heart, silently admiring—

You need a top leader indeed; look how efficiently the task is handled compared to Zhai Huayuan!

Wong Xiao contemplated mentioning the raw material issue, but then thought better of it; since Lin Nianhe hadn’t brought it up, it was best he doesn’t talk out of turn.

Of course, he wasn’t concerned about Xiao Lin thinking him talkative! Xiao Lin wouldn’t mind him at all!

He simply trusted that Xiao Lin had everything planned out! This was trust!

The discussion went smoothly, and Minister Huang was all smiles. Checking the time, it was nearly lunchtime, and he was about to wrap things up when Lin Nianhe took out a stack of manuscript paper from her bag and asked, "Uncle Huang, how is the supply agreement with Beijing’s Cooperative Society signed? How much goods are needed monthly?"

Minister Huang was taken aback.

He mainly came concerning foreign trade. The Beijing Cooperative Society... strictly speaking, wasn’t his responsibility.

Lin Nianhe held a pen, its tip hovering over the blank space in the agreement specifying the quantity.

She said, "The provincial city has ordered thirty thousand Head Flowers monthly; how many should we supply here? Oh right, Uncle Huang, our textile factory’s production capacity is limited. Currently, we can only produce up to two hundred thousand Head Flowers a month. The Three Northeastern Provinces and Shanghai are also eagerly waiting for their shares."

"Hehe... I, of course, have a selfish motive, definitely prioritizing my hometown first. Our leaders also say, ’Anywhere could lack, but the Capital cannot.’ So, Uncle Huang, you decide first, and we’ll distribute the rest to them."

Factory Director Ji: "...!"

How did he not know that the Three Northeastern Provinces and Shanghai were also waiting?

Also, two hundred thousand Head Flowers monthly, are you serious?