Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 459 - 458: It’s a Pity Not to Work Overtime

Chapter 459: Chapter 458: It’s a Pity Not to Work Overtime

Would Chang Jinzhong dare to admit that Old Rongzi holds it against him for being bald?

Of course not!

He would take that to his grave; even King Yama couldn’t pry it out of him!

Hence, he awkwardly changed the subject again, snuffing out Lin Nianhe’s gossiping spark:

"Ahem, Xiao Lin, let’s just talk about production matters instead."

Lin Nianhe showed a flash of disappointment, but quickly consoled herself—if he won’t talk, she’ll just ask her master later.

She settled her mind and started on the serious topics: "Uncle Chang, I don’t know much about production and might just interfere. However, I have something to say about sales—aside from the mandatory procurement and marketing, I think our maize sheller could be exported to generate foreign exchange."

Upon hearing this, Chang Jinzhong gave a bitter smile and shook his head: "Xiao Lin, foreign countries have those diesel-powered maize shellers. How could they possibly be interested in buying our hand-cranked shellers?"

After all, Chang Jinzhong wasn’t from the Foreign Trade Department and had a fixed mindset towards export and foreign exchange-earning matters.

Lin Nianhe directly countered: "If foreign countries already have maize shellers, why haven’t we imported them?"

"It seems because of the high prices..." Chang Jinzhong started to reply but then realized, his face lighting up, "Xiao Lin, are you suggesting we could sell ours at a lower price to countries that also can’t afford diesel shellers?"

Like most people, he always thought that goods for export had to be significantly superior to compete, neglecting that many countries are still not as developed.

Lin Nianhe smiled faintly and nodded: "That’s right. However, there’s an issue. Our shellers aren’t very difficult to manufacture. If you want to sustain exports, it would be best to fix a price that others find economically beneficial, or strategically plan which countries we trade with, aiming only at less industrially developed areas."

Lin Nianhe was very aware of every product’s corresponding market. Head Flower was to take a high-end path, focusing on wool extraction; maize shellers, however, needed an approachable image as they would primarily be used by farmers, and would not have an audience if priced too high.

Chang Jinzhong listened intently and only after Lin Nianhe finished did he say, "I’ll draft a report now, but the export pricing still needs approval from the Foreign Trade Department."

"I’m not familiar with these processes, but I can talk to Uncle Huang about our factory’s decision to commence production. You’ll have to run around a bit for what follows," Lin Nianhe said, handing Chang Jinzhong a reassurance, before requesting to leave, "Uncle Chang, if there’s nothing else, I will take my leave. If you need to contact me, you can call my home number. I’m usually there."

With that, she handed over a paper with her home phone number ready written on it to Chang Jinzhong.

Chang Jinzhong took the paper and tucked it into his phone book, but then held Lin Nianhe back: "Well, Xiao Lin, since you invented this maize sheller... do you have any particular requests?"

"Huh?"

This question truly stumped Lin Nianhe.

Truthfully, she hadn’t thought about any reward for herself... Maybe not having to rub corn husks next year counts?

She blinked, "I have no specific requests. However, if possible, I hope the factory can start production soon. It would be splendid if the hand-cranked shellers could be distributed to various production teams before the autumn harvest this year."

Chang Jinzhong looked at her, uncertain.

The girl had been bustling about for so long, and she doesn’t want any bonus? What’s she really after?

Seeing his distrustful expression, Lin Nianhe sighed inwardly—good deeds are hard to do—then added, "If you permit, could I learn some locksmithing skills from Master Rong these next few days?"

Chang Jinzhong: "...!"

"Xiao Lin! Listen! Let me find you another master!"

With Rong Zhiguo’s acquired skills exemplified before her, how could Lin Nianhe possibly consider anyone else as her master?

In the workshop, Chang Jinzhong tearfully watched Lin Nianhe tailing Rong Zhiguo like a little shadow, more nervous than even when he married the factory beauty.

Lin Nianhe cheerfully followed Rong Zhiguo around, and he was used to having a ’little tail’ behind him. Occasionally sensing that Lin Nianhe might not understand something, he would explain in an excessively sarcastic tone.

Ignoring the psychological pressure, Rong Zhiguo was indeed a good mentor.

All day, Lin Nianhe was in the factory, soaking up knowledge like a sponge.

When it was time to get off work in the evening, Su Yuncheng arrived punctually to pick her up. He had a report to make in the afternoon, so he couldn’t accompany Lin Nianhe.

Su Yuncheng waited for a while at the door before Lin Nianhe came out, she was still holding her notebook, walking while chattering away with questions.

Rong Zhiguo had talked more today than he usually did in three days, and when he saw Su Yuncheng at the factory gate, he breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved of a heavy burden: "Girl, your man is here to pick you up, hurry home!"

Lin Nianhe exclaimed "Ah," suggesting with eager eyes, "Master, how about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Rong Zhiguo: "...!"

All the ghost stories he had heard in his life combined weren’t as frightening as her suggestion!

Rong Zhiguo completely disregarded Lin Nianhe’s idea, handing her over to her "guardian": "Here she is, I’m not in charge anymore!" Saying this, he stomped on his bicycle and sped off like a wolf was chasing him.

Lin Nianhe: "Master is still full of vigor in his old age, it’s a pity not to work overtime."

Su Yuncheng handed her the gloves: "Alright, get on, it’s time to go home."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe pocketed her work notes, put on the gloves, and hopped onto the back seat of Su Yuncheng’s bicycle.

It was the time for getting off work, and there were especially many bicycles on the road, and the buses were packed with people. Lin Nianhe clutched the corner of Su Yuncheng’s clothes, gently swinging her legs, and asked him, "Brother Yuncheng, when are you going back to Lan County?"

"You’re leaving around the 25th of February, right?" Su Yuncheng replied, "I’ll go with you."

"That’s really nice, it won’t be boring on the way back," Lin Nianhe’s mouth curved lightly in a smile.

"I called Sie Yuguo this afternoon," continued Su Yuncheng, "The internal materials and books at the institute are confidential and can’t be shared with you, but there are some basic textbooks that I can get for you. He’s coming back to Beijing next week and will bring them to you."

Lin Nianhe felt warmth in her heart. He was always like this, as long as it was related to her, even if it was just a casually mentioned trivial matter, he would remember it and handle it thoroughly.

One can judge a person by the details, and truly, Lin Nianhe couldn’t find any fault in Su Yuncheng’s actions.

Lin Nianhe tugged at Su Yuncheng’s clothes, "Brother Yuncheng, I want some sugar-roasted chestnuts."

"Okay."

The hot sugar-roasted chestnuts, afraid that she would burn her hands, he used his own scarf to pad the oil paper bag and handed it to her.

Lin Nianhe cracked open a chestnut and delivered the soft, sweet chestnut kernel to his mouth: "You eat first."

This was on the street, although it was dark, there were still quite a few people around. Under the night sky, Major Su’s ears turned red. He took the chestnut from her hand and put it in his mouth.

"Is it tasty?" Lin Nianhe looked at him expectantly, as if she had roasted the chestnuts herself.

"Very sweet." Su Yuncheng always answered when asked, and after responding, he rode the bike to take her home.

Now Lin Nianhe had something to do; she peeled the chestnuts, occasionally stuffing one into Su Yuncheng’s mouth. At first, she held the chestnut shells in her hand, but eventually, there was no room left, so she had to partition half of the oil paper bag for them.

The bicycle stopped in front of the Lin Family’s door, Lin Nianhe had just put a chestnut kernel into her mouth when she choked on it the next second.

"Cough cough cough... Brother, why aren’t you going home in the middle of the night, admiring the moon here?"

Under the moonlight, Lin Huai Zhou leaned on a cane, his face dark, glaring at Su Yuncheng with a murderous gaze.