Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 492 - 491: Three Pieces of Advice

Chapter 492: Chapter 491: Three Pieces of Advice

"Hey, you wish, my sister-in-law is peerless."

Wang Shumei lifted her chin proudly and shook her head with satisfaction.

Lin Nianhe nodded earnestly: "I agree with that."

The two chatted away at the doorway for a bit before Wang Shumei dragged Lin Nianhe into their room.

"What’s up?" Lin Nianhe casually asked as she sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs and looking at Wang Shumei.

Wang Shumei took an envelope out of her purse and handed it to Lin Nianhe, saying seriously, "I asked Xiao Lan what you guys gave to Aunt Li Juan before, and you definitely shouldn’t be the one paying for that."

Lin Nianhe had brought cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, and tea to the Chen family’s house, spending a total of twenty-six yuan.

To them now, twenty-something yuan wasn’t a big deal.

Lin Nianhe didn’t think much and reached out to take it.

But she felt the thickness was off as soon as she squeezed it, and when she opened it—

"Wow, Sister Shumei, you really did the math well, one hundred and fifty yuan? Are you burning money?"

Wang Shumei sat beside her, nudged Lin Nianhe with her elbow, and continued, "I won’t be polite with you about the Chen Daya thing, but I have to show some gratitude for Sie Yufei helping Damin arrange to join the military. It was just a phone call for him, but it’s a huge deal for us."

Lin Nianhe looked at her, laughed helplessly, and said, "Alright, I’ll try, but Sie Yufei probably won’t take it."

"Then force it on him if he doesn’t want it," Wang Shumei said. "It’s not appropriate for me to buy him things."

Lin Nianhe shook her head: "I can only say I’ll do my best."

Based on Lin Nianhe’s understanding of Sie Yufei, with this money—

"Your highness, are you kidding me? Is it such a big deal that I need to be given money? Besides, I can earn manuscript fees, do I look like someone who lacks money?"

Sie Yufei looked indignant, as if he had been deeply insulted.

Lin Nianhe slapped the envelope into his hand: "Then you return it to her and make things clear."

"Fine."

Sie Yufei took the envelope to find Wang Shumei and reiterated his wealthy mantra of having manuscript fees and money.

Wang Shumei couldn’t help but ask, "Sie Yufei, how much is your manuscript fee, actually?"

Youngest Master Sie proudly replied, "Three yuan!"

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wang Shumei insisted on giving the money to Sie Yufei, and as he couldn’t refuse any longer, he kept it.

However, the next day he went to find Wang Damin and handed over the unopened envelope: "Your sister asked me to give this to you. A man should never be empty-handed when he’s out and about, you keep it."

Wang Damin, holding the one hundred and fifty yuan, hands trembling: "Th-thank you, Brother Sie, all of this is for me?"

His sister would usually agonize over giving him fifty cents, and now she suddenly gave him this much money?

Sie Yufei casually ruffled his hair: "It’s yours, keep it safe, and don’t spend it carelessly." He touched his nose, recalling the three pieces of advice his elder brother gave him. Feeling obliged, he passed them on as if reciting from a script: "No smoking or drinking before eighteen, no messing with girls or acting like a thug before marriage, and if you cause trouble, you better be able to settle it."

Wang Damin subconsciously thought these words were also from his sister, listened very seriously, even muttered them to himself a few times, then solemnly nodded: "Brother Sie, I got it."

"Good lad," Sie Yufei patted his head again, "do well in the military, and if someone really bullies you, call me."

Wang Damin grinned naively, "No worries, I won’t provoke anyone, and no one can bully me."

"Alright, write more letters."

"Okay!"

Having said all that needed to be said, Sie Yufei then pulled out his camera: "Come on, brother will take a photo for you..."

...

Under the vigorous urging of Factory Director Wang, the case of Chen Daya and Chen Dabao was quickly cracked. According to a former classmate of Factory Director Wang, the two would be sentenced to at least ten years in prison, and everything they had embezzled would have to be liquidated and compensated.

Factory Director Wang didn’t believe that Mr. Wang had nothing to do with this matter. Even if he wasn’t involved, hadn’t he also eaten and used those things?

As a result, after over twenty years as a worker, Mr. Wang’s career came to an end, as he was directly dismissed.

The Wang Family, Mr. Wang, and his stepson looked at their dilapidated home, at a loss for words.

"Your daughter caused my mother’s doom."

The sullen-faced little bastard, not even in his teens yet, had eyes filled with loathing.

Mr. Wang glanced at him but remained silent.

"I will kill her."

He said again.

Mr. Wang snuffed out the cigarette butt, brushed the dust off his hands, and without even a glance at the boy, went straight to the cellar to find food.

He didn’t want to deal with his soon-to-be-jailed wife, nor the hatred between his stepson and daughter. All he wanted was to fill his own stomach, and after being full, then think about how to live on now that his iron rice bowl was gone.

...

"Xiao Lin, try this. These are all our factory’s sausages; who in Xi City doesn’t speak highly of them?"

In the food factory’s cafeteria, Factory Director Wang looked earnestly at Lin Nianhe, pushing the plate full of sausages closer to her.

The sausages were cut into moderately thick slices, neatly arranged by variety across two large plates. In front of Lin Nianhe was also a bowl of fragrant white rice and a bottle of soda.

It was a reception banquet of very high standard.

Lin Nianhe took an empty bowl and used unused chopsticks to pick a slice of each type of sausage and placed them into her bowl, and then she tasted each carefully.

She tasted attentively, eating slowly.

After a moment, she put down her chopsticks and nodded at Factory Director Wang: "The flavor is very good, and salty sausages are generally more accepted by people. The feasibility of promoting them is still pretty high."

Factory Director Wang’s eyes shone bright; rubbing his hands, he asked: "So does that mean our food factory can also attend the Spring Trade Fair?"

Lin Nianhe chuckled and shook her head at him: "Don’t rush. The key thing about our factory’s sausages isn’t just the Spring Trade Fair, but also about packaging and preservation."

"Ah?"

Factory Director Wang was suddenly startled, finally understanding the source of the unease he had been feeling lately.

Lin Nianhe pointed at the plate in front of her: "I went to the Cooperative Society these past few days to look, and our sausages are sold directly after production. You surely can’t also use steaming baskets to send sausages to other countries, right? Even if the transportation method is approved, in summer, won’t your sausages spoil within a week?"

Factory Director Wang’s smile stiffened on his lips.

These past few days, he had been restless, feeling as if he had neglected something important. He thought it was because of the Chen family’s siblings’ trouble that he felt off but didn’t give it much thought.

He slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Ah... the carrot in front of him had flown away...

"Don’t worry, listen to me," Lin Nianhe said with a gentle smile, "recently I’ve been designing a new type of machine which I conservatively estimate can solve the packaging problem, and optimistically, might even allow for industrialized sausage filling. If you’re interested, after this machine is produced, I can help ensure that Xi City Food Factory is the first to purchase the production line."

When Factory Director Wang looked at Lin Nianhe, he finally remembered the words she had said to Factory Director Sun at the entrance of the guest house.

She, she... truly didn’t waste a single word!