Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 493 - 492 Collapse for Her to See

Chapter 493: Chapter 492 Collapse for Her to See

Lin Nianhe was certainly never short on small talk, to be precise—at times, she could bury a serious statement within a hundred trivial ones.

But such a relaxed state could only occur when she was entirely at ease, something Factory Director Wang would likely never witness in his lifetime.

Under this unflattering misunderstanding, Factory Director Wang stared at Lin Nianhe, his mind racing as he recalled every single word and pause she had ever spoken.

Whenever he interacted with Lin Nianhe recently, he had been on edge, especially due to Factory Director Sun’s influence. Unconsciously, he found himself recounting the words of those who had been in contact with Lin Nianhe...

He was a human, not a tape recorder; how could he possibly remember everything?

He thought and thought and thought... until he thought himself into a panic.

Lin Nianhe saw him clutching his head in agony, looking bewildered and helpless.

What was wrong with him?

Was it really that upsetting for her to ask if he wanted a production line?

Was the question that difficult to answer?

Lin Nianhe was beginning to question her own existence.

"Factory Director Wang? What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Nianhe set aside her doubts and waved to several workshop supervisors nearby: "Come quick, take Factory Director Wang to the hospital."

"No need, no need."

Factory Director Wang vigorously wiped his face and forced his eyebrows to relax.

Lin Nianhe looked at him skeptically: "Factory Director Wang, are you really okay? The matter I mentioned just now isn’t urgent; we can talk after you’ve recuperated."

Factory Director Wang shook his head like a rattled drum: "No, no, no, I’m fine, I’m truly fine... cough, I’m fine."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She really couldn’t believe his words.

However, Factory Director Wang persisted, his brows furrowed and his gaze steadfastly fixed on Lin Nianhe as he sincerely asked, "When can the production line be set up? How much money will it need?"

Xi City is a unique city. It isn’t large nor a provincial capital, but thanks to its steel mill, the living standards of Xi City’s citizens are much higher than those of cities of comparable size, further boosting the booming growth of light industries including food factories.

This is actually easy to understand—the steel factory’s profitability ensures good wages for workers. When people have money, they naturally have more purchasing power, which flows to the light factories, naturally accelerating their development.

If it were a factory struggling financially, from the moment Lin Nianhe depicted the great vision of opening income opportunities through exports, the factory director would feel undeserving and wouldn’t likely entertain the idea of procuring a production line.

But Factory Director Wang was considering its feasibility.

Worried about overwhelming him again, Lin Nianhe pondered for a moment before saying, "I’m not very sure about the cost of building the production line. I can only try to secure you a cost price, but it’s essential you keep it confidential. Consider it my support for the food factory."

The brand-new production line Lin Nianhe spoke of was actually an automatic filling and tying production line for making sausages, invented by Japan a few years later. With her master’s diligent teachings and her skill in replicating blueprints, Lin Nianhe was confident she could draw up the plans before the Spring Trade Fair, then hand them directly to Rong Zhiguo while accepting his scorn and mockery.

Lin Nianhe couldn’t foresee the impact of introducing sausages to China ten years early, but one thing she was clear about was that the Japanese wouldn’t be profiting from this technology.

Truly a compelling reason.

As Lin Nianhe was occupied with her personal worries, Factory Director Wang was also swiftly calculating in his mind.

The food factory had always been profitable, leading the ranks within Xi City’s light industry bureau. If it could advance a step further...

He didn’t want to take risks, but exporting to earn foreign exchange was such a glorious thing, he didn’t want to fall behind!

Factory Director Wang furrowed his brows in deep thought for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, I’ll wait for you. If the production line can really be made, I will surely take it! But about the price... cough, Xiao Lin, you can’t explain it clearly now. If the price is too high, I really can’t afford it..."

Lin Nianhe smiled lightly: "You must be joking, Xi City is an industrial city, backed by the Steel Factory, and you have a profound friendship with Uncle Sun, money should be the least of your problems, right?"

Lin Nianhe’s attitude was resolute—no bargaining, no credit!

As Factory Director Wang was about to say something, Lin Nianhe straightaway said: "I will transfer the design of this production line directly to Beijing Machinery Factory for manufacturing. Although the factory will prioritize foreign trade exports, they also have their principles. You can go to Beijing and talk to them in detail at that time."

Factory Director Wang’s words were choked back.

He half-opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long while.

That’s right, no matter how capable Lin Nianhe was, she was just an eighteen-year-old girl. Even with some influence, she couldn’t truly have the power to affect a factory’s pricing and processes.

All he could cling to was the most crucial point: "Xiao Lin, you must speak some good words for me!"

"Of course, Wang Shumei is my best friend, being from Xi City, naturally, I will consider for her and her hometown."

Lin Nianhe’s smile was radiant, her metaphorical fox tail swaying.

Factory Director Wang: "...!"

He was no fool, he clearly understood what Lin Nianhe meant—

Keep an eye on Chen Daya inside the prison and Mr. Wang outside the prison, and don’t let them cause trouble.

Factory Director Wang forced a smile, replying with what seemed to be an irrelevant response: "Of course, of course, I will take care of what I need to do."

Lin Nianhe was very pleased with this response. She maintained a smile, casually chatted with Factory Director Wang for a few more moments, and then took her leave.

Factory Director Wang quickly brought out a bunch of gifts he had prepared earlier, claiming: "These are products from our factory. Please help us taste them and see if they can contribute to earning foreign exchange through exports!"

It was a big wicker box weighing about thirty or forty pounds.

Lin Nianhe smiled lightly, but her words were firm: "No need, I’ve basically tried everything from here and have already made my judgment. Please take these back."

Giving gifts is an art, and receiving gifts is a skill.

Oftentimes, accepting gifts sets a price on oneself. Only by not accepting can one command respect and remain elusive and unpredictable.

Lin Nianhe arrived empty-handed and left empty-handed, leaving behind hope for the food factory, and countless dead brain cells for Factory Director Wang.

Factory Director Wang stood at the factory gate for a long time, thought for a long time, and the only thing he figured out was—

He had to rush to the Steel Factory to find Old Sun, for he might need to borrow money from him in the future!

With this thought, Factory Director Wang hastened to the Steel Factory.

It so happened that Factory Director Sun was in the factory, warmly welcoming him into his office.

It seemed like Factory Director Sun knew what Factory Director Wang had been through, he poured him a cup of tea, and with a stifled laugh asked: "How did it go? Did you send Comrade Xiao Lin back?"

Factory Director Wang stared at him before taking a sip of hot water and finally took a long breath.

Speaking of Lin Nianhe, Factory Director Wang couldn’t help but lament: "Oh, if only my daughter could be as capable as Xiao Lin."

Factory Director Sun looked at him shocked: "Did your family graveyard move to the Imperial Mausoleum?"