Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 496 - 495: Math Prodigy Xiao Tian

Chapter 496: Chapter 495: Math Prodigy Xiao Tian

Lin Nianhe sat up on the kang bed for three minutes before she regained her senses and confirmed that it was Sister Lan calling at the door, not Aunt Xue.

She let out a long breath, responded with a call, and then picked up the watch beside the pillow.

It was eight o’clock.

Lately, she had indeed been extremely tired. Outside, she was habitually on guard, waking up at the slightest noise during the night. Once home, she felt secure, and now she had slept nearly twelve hours.

"Coming, coming..."

Lin Nianhe casually grabbed an army coat to drape over herself and shuffled to the door in her slippers.

The sunlight outside was blinding, and she squinted, instinctively using her hand to shield her eyes from the light.

Seeing her, Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest with one hand and wiping sweat with the other: "You scared me to death. Are you alright?"

Lin Nianhe was puzzled: "What’s wrong? Did something happen?"

Wen Lan blinked her honest eyes: "You were so quiet all morning, I thought you had died in your room."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Touched, but not overly so.

After a long silence, Lin Nianhe said weakly: "Sister Lan, if I really did die in the room, knocking wouldn’t have helped, so next time..."

Wen Lan: "Got it, next time I’ll just break the door down."

Lin Nianhe: "There’s really no need for that, just let me rest in peace here!"

Wen Lan was still worried about Lin Nianhe. She touched Lin Nianhe’s forehead—she didn’t feel anything the first time, the second time it felt a bit hot, the third time a bit cold...

Wen Lan: "How is your body temperature changing so fast?"

Lin Nianhe: "Is there a possibility that my head warmed up your hand?"

Wen Lan: "I understand now, you have a fever again."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She now feared nothing in the world except Sister Lan making things clear.

To prove she wasn’t feverish, Lin Nianhe measured her temperature three times in front of Wen Lan, twice under her forceful guidance.

The result was the same all three times: 36.8 degrees.

Sister Lan said her thermometer was broken.

Lin Nianhe: "Are you determined to send me off today?"

Wen Lan: "I’m afraid you’ll die in your room."

"..."

The morning was chaotic, but Lin Nianhe finally convinced Wen Lan that she wouldn’t just die like that, and only then was she allowed to go freshen up and have breakfast.

Today, Wang Shumei was taking Wang Xiaoxiao to the health clinic to check her arm wound again, to prevent any possible mishaps during travel. Lin Nianhe also had to find Wong Xiao to report for work, so she hitched a ride on the back of Su Yuncheng’s bicycle.

"Xiao Lin! You’re finally back! Ever since you left, Uncle here hasn’t been at ease. Did anyone bully you out there? If something’s up, tell Uncle, I’ll back you up!"

These past few months, Wong Xiao had almost no time to rest. Days off were a non-issue for him.

Lin Nianhe placed three oil-paper wrapped packages on the table, smiling as she said, "Everything’s fine, don’t worry. These are sausages from Xi City Food Factory. I brought them for you, Uncle Feng, and Uncle Jih, please help me deliver them."

"Ah, look at you, kid. Out on business and you still think of these things, how tiring it must’ve been to carry them all back!" Wong Xiao laughed, his eyes nearly disappearing into his smile.

Is he really concerned about that little bit of food?

He’s concerned about Xiao Lin having him on her mind!

Lin Nianhe smiled and went straight to the point: "I met with Uncle Chen from the Liao Province Railway Bureau and finalized the transportation route and arrangements for Head Flower. From now on, 50% of our Head Flower products can hitch a ride with the Steel factory’s shipment. For deliveries to the southeastern coastal areas, we can ship from Bin City port via water routes, which can significantly reduce transportation costs."

"That’s great!" Wong Xiao looked at Lin Nianhe. "Xiao Lin, you’ve worked hard."

He sighed unconsciously, his eyes filled with compassion.

"It was on the way, no big deal." Lin Nianhe shook her head lightly. "Besides, I’ve got a favor to ask of you."

"What is it? Just say it." Wong Xiao patted his chest. "As long as it doesn’t go against my principles, I will definitely make it clear for you."

"It’s about Wang Shumei’s sister, Wang Xiaoxiao, coming here to go to school, from our production brigade’s Educated youth." Lin Nianhe said, "No problems, right?"

Wong Xiao replied, "Oh, that matter, Principal Wu from your village and Old Feng have already discussed it with me. I was there at the time, and it’s all been arranged. Didn’t you know?"

Lin Nianhe was taken aback.

She really hadn’t heard Principal Wu mention this; it was already settled.

She smiled and said, "I just got back yesterday and haven’t had the chance to talk to Principal Wu about these things yet. Since it’s been taken care of, thank you."

"Hey, it’s a trivial matter, not worth mentioning." Wong Xiao was quite pleased with himself. "It’s all for the children, after all!"

Wong Xiao took a sip of hot water, his eyes bright. "The factory building is about to be completed, the ordered sewing machines have also arrived, and the recruitment process is going smoothly, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief..."

He’d been so busy lately he felt dizzy. But every time he was exhausted, the thought of the hard cash coming in revitalized him.

Lin Nianhe remained silent for a moment but still reminded him: "Although I don’t mean to discourage you, the Spring Trade Fair is in mid-April. Before that, we need to rush out the domestic supply for the first quarter, and we only have one and a half months left; we have to race against time. Also, I must remind you, there’s a high probability that domestic supply demand will surge in the second half of this year, so—Uncle Wong, we can’t let up."

The textile factory was growing rapidly, and while it was profitable, everyone needed to pull together. Any slip in the chain could cause them to fall back to square one.

Wong Xiao, who had just relaxed, tensed up upon hearing this, swallowing hard before weakly asking, "How high is the ’high probability’ that you’re talking about?"

Lin Nianhe: "Eighty-nine point four seven percent."

"How come it’s such a specific number?"

"I calculated it." Lin Nianhe replied sincerely, "Statistics and probability theory."

Wong Xiao: "..."

He didn’t quite understand, but it sounded very reasonable.

He wiped his face awkwardly and coughed twice to cover up, then spoke after a moment: "It’s not that I want to relax, I just want you to take a breather... Yes, that’s it, don’t overwork yourself."

"Hold on!"

"What?"

"Our supply demand can still increase? By how much? Did you calculate that?"

Wong Xiao suddenly realized the key point in Lin Nianhe’s words and sprung up from his seat.

Lin Nianhe nodded and continued sharing data with him: "Conservatively estimated, domestic demand will reach 900,000 per month after this July, and an optimistic forecast could be 1.2 million per month."

Now, their Head Flower products were only supplied to the provincial city, Beijing, and Shanghai, and even for these three cities, the demand was more than the supply. Once they started supplying other cities, the amount of supply would inevitably surge.

Wong Xiao gasped, his mind whirring as he calculated quickly, his eyes starting to shine.

Rubbing his hands together, he mumbled excitedly: "Even if it’s just one million a month, that averages out to 500,000 in revenue. Tax payments would be about 260,000 a month, that, that... that’s nearly ten million a year!"

Lin Nianhe: "You really are a math genius."