Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 437 - 436: Factory Director Ji’s Cunning… Slightly Faster

Chapter 437: Chapter 436: Factory Director Ji’s Cunning... Slightly Faster

Widow Zhao’s old hen lost her life due to being too talkative.

Wong Xiao and Factory Director Ji also stayed for dinner. At the table, they dragged Li Dahe into a drinking game. Before the dishes were even served, all three were lying side by side on the kang, drunk and foolishly grinning.

Aunt Li came in with a bowl of dishes and saw the scene. Unperturbed, she said to her sons, "Xiao Hai, Xiao Shan, move these three away, don’t leave them here in plain sight."

With the three drunks gone, the meal was peaceful and joyful.

Before leaving, Lin Nianhe stuffed five yuan and some cloth tickets into Widow Zhao’s pockets, a hush money for the old performer.

Upon exiting, Su Yuncheng took her hand.

He was silent, not speaking a word.

Lin Nianhe turned her head and looked at him for a while, then asked, "Brother Yuncheng, do you have a mission?"

Su Yuncheng appeared puzzled, "Uncle Lin told you?"

"No, just a guess," Lin Nianhe chuckled, "But now I’m sure of it."

Su Yuncheng silently sighed.

"Is it urgent?" Lin Nianhe asked again.

"Not really," Su Yuncheng carefully said, "I need to see someone off, next week."

"Will it be very dangerous?"

Lin Nianhe asked but immediately felt she had spoken an unnecessary question.

Su Yuncheng’s missions were never without danger.

She lowered her eyes and gently linked her arm with his, "You need to be careful, I’ll be waiting for you here."

"I’m afraid we’ll have to meet in Beijing," Su Yuncheng patted the back of her hand, "This mission isn’t too dangerous, just a bit troublesome. Aren’t you going back to Beijing at the end of the month? We’ll meet there."

Meet in Beijing?

Lin Nianhe instantly had many speculations.

Perhaps some big shot needed to return to Beijing and, concerned about the dangers on the road, required Su Yuncheng to escort them.

She wildly guessed to herself, without voicing her speculations.

She just looked up at Su Yuncheng and nodded, "Okay, then I’ll wait at home for you to come back. I can wait a long time, but you must not get injured, okay?"

Su Yuncheng looked into her eyes and promised seriously, "Okay."

Su Yuncheng escorted Lin Nianhe to her front door and watched her turn on the light and close the curtains before he left.

When Lin Nianhe was bolting the door, she suddenly glimpsed a dust-covered bear trap in the corner behind the door.

The even layer of dust reminded her that it had been a long time since she’d placed it behind the door before sleeping, and she couldn’t even remember when she began "forgetting" to do so.

Looking at it, she smiled.

Let it rust and gather dust there; it’s fine that way.

...

The next day, Lin Nianhe skillfully used the door bolt to knock around the door crack, peered out, and saw that her water tank had survived another night.

Washing up, eating breakfast, leaving the house—everything seemed the same as many days before.

But there were differences too.

For instance, in the first-grade classroom, sitting next to Niuwa with two pairs of red eyes, eagerly waiting for her, were Wong Xiao and Factory Director Ji.

Lin Nianhe, yawning, asked, "Uncle Wong, Uncle Ji, you two sobered up so early?"

"Woke up in the middle of the night!" Wong Xiao said, rubbing his hands, "And then couldn’t get back to sleep."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She rubbed Niuwa’s little head and said, "Alright, I’ll go ask Principal Wu to shift my class."

She was teaching all morning, and if she made the two of them wait until the afternoon... at least one of them would surely go crazy.

"Good, good, good!"

Lin Nianhe ran to Principal Wu’s house and told her about moving the class.

Principal Wu agreed with a smile and then reminded her in a low voice, "Nianhe, take it easy. Don’t take on too much yourself or you’ll work yourself to death... Wong Xiao and Old Ji are both good hands at production management. Don’t deal with the stuff that should be their responsibility."

"Okay," Lin Nianhe’s heart warmed, and she replied, "Don’t worry, I know my limits."

"Go on." Principal Wu handed her an egg, "If you have too much to talk about and can’t finish, don’t rush. I’ll take the second class for the kids."

"Okay!"

Lin Nianhe, holding the egg, took the hand-rubbing duo to the commune headquarters.

"Xiao Lin, Beijing has just ordered eighty thousand Head Flowers, and our production capacity is not enough!"

"Xiao Lin, what if Shanghai also comes to us? The two hundred thousand production you mentioned is impossible for us!"

"Xiao Lin, do we need to ask Minister Huang to get us some raw materials..."

"Xiao Lin..."

Lin Nianhe didn’t speak while Wong Xiao rattled off all his questions. After she finished the egg, she took a sip of water, and then said, "If production capacity isn’t enough, just hire more people. The factory only has a bit over a hundred people, and a good portion are already serving as production team leaders. Recruit some ordinary workers to form a new workshop. Oh, and we also need to buy a batch of sewing machines. We can’t skimp on that."

"Uncle Ji, actually, you can start preparing to build a new factory now. The Trade Fair is in April. According to Uncle Huang’s intentions, our Head Flowers will definitely be highly recommended. When orders of several hundred thousand come crashing in and you then start to prepare to expand the factory scale, it would be too late for everything. If you delay the delivery date and have to pay liquidated damages, the textile factory going bankrupt wouldn’t be enough to cover the payments."

Factory Director Ji had recently been considering expanding the factory but hadn’t brought it up yet. He looked at Lin Nianhe, feeling that her saying all this at this time must have a deeper meaning.

Factory Director Ji’s eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, he turned his head to Wong Xiao: "Leader, take a look. Which plot of land would be appropriate?"

Wong Xiao was taken aback by the question.

He looked at Factory Director Ji’s earnest inquiry in his eyes and the fleeting craftiness, feeling that the wily old youngster was pretending to be naive with him.

He was trying to... he wanted him to use the development of the commune as a reason and directly allocate a plot of land for the use of the textile factory!

When did this guy start being so cunning? Who taught him!

Wong Xiao instinctively looked towards Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe was holding a teacup with both hands, leisurely sipping water.

Don’t look at her; she’s just a small Educated youth. Land planning isn’t her decision to make.

On one hand, it was none of her business and she was staying out of it, on the other hand, they were tailing her and insisting he give them a plan now.

If Liangshan were still around today, he, Wong Xiao, would be the 109th hero.

Being a leader is so tough...

Muttering about the hardship in his heart, Wong Xiao still tried hard to think, weighing for a long while before he painfully said: "There’s no land available in town, but that over fifty acres of wasteland on the west side can be used."

That piece of land had been left unused because Wong Xiao wanted to use it to build a new factory. He had previously thought of using it for the match factory branch construction. As of now... the textile factory’s need was more urgent, so he had to let them use it first.

Factory Director Ji’s eyes brightened, and he was delighted.

He had always thought that land was good, right next to the town, convenient for workers to commute, and the ground was flat and easy to build on. If it hadn’t been for the fact that it had been planted with tobacco leaves for several years in the past, it would have already been turned into farmland.

Wong Xiao gave Factory Director Ji a blank look, mumbling as he spoke, "Don’t think just because I’ve given you the land that you can do whatever you want. If you don’t do well, I’ll definitely..."

Factory Director Ji, with a silly grin on his face, cut off Wong Xiao’s words, "Leader, even if you doubt my ability, you can’t question Xiao Lin! Our Head Flowers were brought up by Xiao Lin herself, they will definitely be a success!"

Wong Xiao: "...!"

The wily old youngster was getting too quick-witted!

Suddenly, he had the urge to change the factory director!