Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 474 - 473: Youngest Master Sie’s New Hobby

Chapter 474: Chapter 473: Youngest Master Sie’s New Hobby

Under the heartfelt and reasoned argument of Wang Shumei, the little nephew didn’t end up with the fancy name of Qian Tiechui, nor was he called Qian Danian or Qian Chuyi simply because he was born on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

This little guy, who was slandered by his own father at birth, was named Qian Xin.

His sister-in-law stayed in the hospital for a week, and on the day of discharge, Qian Guozhu specifically requested leave from his superiors and paid for the fuel to borrow a company vehicle to bring his wife home.

The sister-in-law had a very comfortable confinement period. Wang Shumei cooked various meals for her, Qian Xin spent nights with his two aunts so she didn’t have to worry about getting up at night, and the diapers were washed by Qian Guozhu. There was also Wang Damin and Sun ManCang roaming around the city to find fresh diversions to entertain her.

Watching everyone bustling around her, the sister-in-law laughed and said that having a child made her feel like a lady of leisure.

Their home was filled with joy and excitement due to the birth of the new life, while in Beijing, Lin Nianhe was dizzy from the New Year visits.

Although the Lin family didn’t have many relatives, Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin had plenty of comrades and friends. On her busiest day, she brewed tea sixteen times, and her whole being seemed to have been steeped in the tea aroma.

Not only did she have to entertain guests at her own home, but she also went to wish her masters Rong Zhiguo and Chang Jinzhong a Happy New Year, dutifully maintaining the obligations of a younger generation, as well as visiting the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative on behalf of Lan County Textile Factory.

In short, with personal and official matters tangled together, by the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Nianhe actually lost two pounds.

After the New Year, there were clearly fewer people in the compound, and many who worked in other areas successively returned to their posts. Sie Yugu left Beijing with Sie Yufei’s beaming farewell and returned to Shanghai; that evening, Sie Yufei ate an extra bowl of rice for dinner.

And Su Yuncheng and Lin Huaizhou also began to be away from home, both staying in the military district barracks, comforting the homesickness of the soldiers with endless training.

Their departure signified that "Miss Lin’s living room" would be missing two regular guests, and Sie Yufei filled one vacancy. He especially liked this discussion club because listening was so sleep-inducing that he could sleep well every night.

In a blink of an eye, it was mid-month, and the train brought goods from Lan County Textile Factory.

Lin Nianhe had alerted the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative in advance and went with Sie Yufei to the train station bright and early to receive the goods with the Cooperative’s staff.

It was already February, and the temperature in Beijing was warming up. Sie Yufei wore a black woolen coat, fiddling with the camera in his hands.

Lin Nianhe didn’t notice at first until she realized this guy wasn’t doing actual work and was just incessantly lifting the camera to take photos everywhere. She approached and asked, "What are you doing?"

Sie Yufei aimed the camera at Lin Nianhe’s face, pressed the shutter with a click, then put down the camera and snickered with a silly smile, "My second sister gave me this camera, what do you think?"

"What do you mean what do I think?"

"Isn’t it impressive?"

Youngest Master Sie was extremely smug.

Cameras were indeed a rarity at this time. Ordinary families might not even take a single photo in an entire year, and this camera was almost worth the annual salary of an ordinary worker, not to mention the constant need for film to feed it.

Lin Nianhe curled her lip, about to criticize, but suddenly remembered, "Hey, if you’re not busy, go take a few photos of Tiananmen and then take some at Peking University, make several copies, and I’ll give them away when I go back."

"Alright, you got it."

"Hey, don’t be in such a rush to leave, come with me to the Cooperative later, take some photos of the crowd buying Head Flowers, and bring them back for Uncle Wong and the others to enjoy a good laugh."

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Sie Yufei seemed to have found his true calling. Every day, he carried two rolls of film in his pocket, cycled around the streets, appearing even less serious than those rascals.

After a week of his little brother coming and going early and late, Second Sister Sie regretted her decision, questioning if she had made a foolish mistake by impulsively buying this plaything for the irresponsible boy.

Second Sister Sie did not have to worry too long, as on the very day, a photo appeared on the Huaxia Daily with Sie Yufei’s name prominently featured.

The title of the article was:

"Lan County Textile Factory Embraces New Dawn, Head Flower Production Shines Brightly"

Second Sister Sie originally thought the photo accompanying the article had just been taken by someone who shared Sie Yufei’s name—until she saw the author of the piece—

Lin Nianhe

This time there was no doubt, there couldn’t be two people with the same name.

Second Sister Sie skimmed the article quickly, but her eyes couldn’t move away from the picture that her little brother had taken.

You have to say, the little bastard actually took a pretty decent photo.

The influence of Huaxia Daily is remarkable, starting from ten o’clock, the phone of the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative hasn’t stopped ringing, and in the afternoon, the Lan County Textile Factory’s number was also dug up, putting Factory Director Ji into a joyful yet painful cycle of answering calls and turning down requests.

He didn’t want to refuse really, but before the new year, the Shanghai Textile Factory had already placed an order for 80,000 head flowers per month, and afterwards, he received a strict order—not to accept any new orders before the Spring Trade Fair.

"It’s thanks to Xiao Lin, look, look! What’s this called? This is called ’the pen is mightier than the sword’!"

Wong Xiao, shaking the newspaper, said to a staffer beside him, "Take this newspaper to the broadcasting station, have the announcer broadcast it for a week straight!"

Having experienced the perils of society, the staffer had clearly learned to be cautious with his words: "Leader, should we ask the announcer to broadcast your comments too? Otherwise, no one might pass them on to Comrade Lin when she’s back."

Wong Xiao: "..."

Was he praising Xiao Lin to make sure she heard it?

That was clearly... a habit of not being able to hold his tongue...

...

"Girl, this article of yours is extraordinary, lots of people have been asking about the textile factory, even coming to my house to do so."

In Minister Huang’s office, he looked at Lin Nianhe with eyes full of laughter.

"Was the article good?" Lin Nianhe said cheerfully, "It was worth the effort you put in to secure the space for me."

"Hahaha," Minister Huang smiled and tapped on the table, asking, "Girl, tell me the truth, what is the real production capacity of the textile factory?"

He had heard that after signing the agreement with the Shanghai Supply and Marketing Cooperative before the new year, the Lan County Textile Factory had tightened up and wouldn’t sign any new contracts. With the Spring Trade Fair just two months away, Minister Huang couldn’t help but worry.

"I specifically asked about this last week when I called," Lin Nianhe said, "The new factory building is still under construction, estimated to be completed in a month. But after re-planning the production line and expanding the workforce, last month’s total output was 280,000 head flowers—this includes factors like the New Year’s, predicting a full month’s total output should be around 350,000."

"After the new factory building is put to use, we conservatively estimate a monthly production of 600,000."

"Uncle Huang, rest assured, the fact that the textile factory is not accepting new orders at the moment is because they want to set aside more goods, fully preparing for the Spring Trade Fair."

The words of Lin Nianhe finally gave Minister Huang some peace of mind.

The foundation of the Lan County Textile Factory was too weak; any small misstep could be a big event.

He asked, "It’s still snowing in Hei Province, right? Is the construction very difficult? Is there anything I can help with?"

"I haven’t heard Uncle Wong mention any difficulties in this regard, but I’ll go back and ask him. If there are any, I will definitely come to you for help."

"Why wait to go back to ask? It’s not like I don’t have a telephone."

With that, Minister Huang pushed the telephone in front of Lin Nianhe.