Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 503 - 502: The Historical Story of the Textile Factory

Chapter 503: Chapter 502: The Historical Story of the Textile Factory

With the assistance of comrades at the train station, the eighteen large trunks were finally placed safely onto the luggage racks in the sleeper car.

Just as they settled down, the train departed.

Niuwa sat upright on his berth, blinking his large eyes as he watched the world outside the window.

Lin Nianhe rubbed his head and, out of habit, took out a bedsheet from her personal carry-on to spread over the berth. While making the bed, she sighed with a hint of melancholy.

She missed Old Su a little.

Before she could dwell longer on Old Su, Wong Xiao came over awkwardly, clutching a work notebook: "Xiao Lin, let’s discuss the exhibition booth arrangement again, shall we?"

Seeing his nervous demeanor, Lin Nianhe felt somewhat helpless.

The Trade Fair nowadays is not like what it will be in the future, with a national company for each commodity system, and provincial and municipal branch companies under it, forming a trading group. There are categories such as textiles, machinery, equipment, native products, grain and oil, crafts, minerals, and so on.

The Lan County Textile Factory is the smallest composition part, and the maximum number of staff allowed to attend is five. Because their main product is Head Flower, in Lin Nianhe’s plan, women and children are more crucial components of the personnel than men. If it weren’t necessary to have a senior leader to sign and stamp approval, she would have preferred to bring a women’s army.

Originally, this sole leadership position should have belonged to Factory Director Ji, but as he knew more about the textile factory’s production, a phone call with a few words was enough for him to properly arrange and dispatch production issues. Therefore, it had to be Wong Xiao following along as an errand man.

The main reason is as mentioned, but a secondary reason is Lin Nianhe felt that Uncle Wong’s white hair had the aura of an artist, which had a much better visual impact compared to Factory Director Ji’s appearance.

However, Lin Nianhe never imagined that just after boarding the train, Uncle Wong would become so anxious.

Lin Nianhe watched Wong Xiao’s tense demeanor and said quietly after a moment: "Come, Uncle Wong, let’s have a meeting together. I will tell you about the history of our textile factory."

"Ah? What history? The factory is barely eleven years old, what history could it possibly have?"

"Come, come, come, listen to the story I’ll create for you."

Lin Nianhe summoned several people to sit down on the berths and started the first train meeting.

"The history of our factory is very long-standing."

Lin Nianhe, without blushing or batting an eye, confidently delivered an opening line that no one in the whole of China would believe.

The crowd: "..."

Eleven years, indeed quite long-standing.

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a craftsman’s family with the surname Ji, specializing in the manufacture of head and face ornaments. Their craftsmanship was handed down through generations, constantly evolving and innovating. At the height of the Ji family’s prosperity, all talents for the six bureaus of the royal court had to be selected from their disciples. The Ji household was thriving and flourishing, unmatched by anyone."

The crowd: "..."

They really hadn’t expected her to invent such an elaborate story.

"With changes in dynasties, the Ji family fluctuated and declined, but they never forgot their ancestral teachings, continuing to pass down their skills through the ages, even during the troubled times. It’s just that the Ji family was only skilled in craftsmanship, not in commerce, and gradually faded into obscurity."

The crowd: "..."

The story actually had its ups and downs.

"In the years of chaos, the Ji family took in a disciple surnamed Wong. Although this person had faced family tragedies, he had been schooled and was quick-witted. Despite his less skilled craftsmanship, he discovered a path of commerce and helped the Ji family open stores and manage their business."

The crowd: "..."

There was even another character!

"Since the Wong family came to the fore, the name Wong soon started to overshadow the Ji family. However, the Wong Family Ancestor was a man of honesty and integrity. He never dared to forget the benevolence of his master. To ensure that the Ji family’s name would not fall, the Wong Family Ancestor led his descendants to swear an oath to assist the Ji family for generations, never boasting of their achievements or abandoning them in times of trouble."

The crowd: "..."

They no longer knew what kind of reaction they should give.

"With the assistance of the Wong Family and the dedicated craftsmanship of the Jih Family disciples, not only did they meticulously learn the trade secrets passed down through generations, but they also traveled abroad to broaden their horizons. At the turn of the century, both families joined forces to establish ’Lan’ brand. Due to the situation at the time, they only opened a small shop in their ancestral land. Although not well-known, their original intention remained unchanged, and it has continued to this day."

Everyone: "..."

Other people tell lies with a mix of truth, but when Lin Nianhe lies, out of seven thousand words only three might be true.

Yet, she concocted something quite plausible, logical, and coherent; it’s hard to pick it apart on the spot!

After talking till she was tired, Lin Nianhe took a sip of water before asking, "Does anyone have anything to add?"

She asked everyone, but her gaze stayed fixed on Wang Shumei’s face.

Wang Shumei thought seriously for a while, and after going through the whole story again from beginning to end, she shook her head: "It’s complete."

Lin Nianhe nodded and then looked at Wong Xiao: "Uncle Wong?"

Wong Xiao was frowning deeply and said in a low voice, "Xiao Lin, what if this blatant lie is exposed? Foreigners aren’t fools."

"The prerequisite for being exposed is they would need the means to investigate," Lin Nianhe gave him a reassuring look, "Lan County isn’t a place they can just come to as they wish. With all the paperwork required, it would take at least ten days to half a month. And, you know, what kind of person would be interested in our story?"

"Those who have bought our goods, of course!"

"Yes, so even if they find out the story is fake, they will claim it’s true and might even help us ’find’ the evidence."

Lin Nianhe slightly curved up the corners of her mouth.

Interests are the most stable of relationships; as long as the bound interests are significant enough, truth or falsehoods become irrelevant.

After thinking for a moment, Wong Xiao also understood Lin Nianhe’s point. He nodded and pointed to the tip of his nose, asking, "So I am the descendant of the ’Wong Family’ then?"

"I was just making up a story off the cuff, don’t take it personally," Lin Nianhe said with a light smile, shaking her head, "Whoever asks you, you either ignore them or just shake your head and deny it. Just do not admit it."

Wong Xiao gave her a thumbs up and praised her casually, "You’re the master of tall tales!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Nice compliment, but let’s not do it again in the future.

Lin Nianhe flipped open her notebook and continued: "Since we’ve started the meeting, I’ll also mention our service philosophy for dealing with foreign merchants at the Spring Trade Fair—"

"Be not humble nor arrogant, and give them the cold shoulder; say one word instead of two, our service attitude is to have no service."

"Especially you, Uncle Wong, when we’re there I’ll get you a chair to sit on, you just sip tea and read the newspaper. Don’t bother with anyone that comes by, don’t even lift your eyelids, just act like an artist who is too noble and refined to care about money, as if touching it would dirty your hands, understand?"

Wong Xiao swallowed hard: "This is really difficult to pull off!"

Coming from a lineage of poor peasants, how could he adopt such an air?

Lin Nianhe: "If you manage it, I’ll land you deals worth at least two million. If not, at best two hundred thousand."

Wong Xiao slapped the bed forcefully: "I can do it! I absolutely must! For Lan County, I would not regret dying!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

That does seem a bit extreme.

Wang Shumei was very interested in doing business and couldn’t wait to ask after Wong Xiao finished speaking: "Then what will the four of us do?"

Lin Nianhe: "Sit on the other four chairs, sipping tea and reading the newspaper."

Everyone: "...?"

All this way to Sui City, just to change the spot for drinking tea and reading newspapers?