Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 508 - 507: Cunning and Calculating

Chapter 508: Chapter 507: Cunning and Calculating

Lin Nianhe wasn’t sure what other people’s senior brothers were like, but theirs was specifically in charge of taking the blame.

The senior brother finished elementary school and then followed the master, and now his own son is in elementary school. After over twenty years of being together, he has honed a skilled craft in shouldering the blame.

Firstly, the master knows he is wronging someone;

Secondly, the master knows he is losing his temper for no reason;

Lastly, the master knows he is implicating the innocent.

In summary, the one who takes the blame doesn’t need to defend themselves. Just squint, don’t be obstinate, and patiently wait for the master to have a prick of conscience one day.

The senior brother felt wronged for a brief second but then calmly continued to read.

Rong Zhiguo cleared his throat, finally remembering the thing that he had forgotten earlier, and holding the mechanical drawing, he asked Lin Nianhe, "This drawing kind of looks like a production line for bullet casings, but it has a few more steps. I don’t know much about military industry, you’d better show it to your father."

Lin Nianhe: "Master, this is for making sausages."

Rong Zhiguo: "..."

He had taken this drawing for military equipment secrets and contemplated it for so long, even preparing himself to give up his status as a Level 8 Machinist to enter a confidential unit, and now this girl tells him it’s for making sausages?

Rong Zhiguo didn’t want to face the dismal reality; he would rather believe that Lin Nianhe had just suffered a head injury.

He held Lin Nianhe’s head with both hands, turning it this way and that to inspect it: "Come on, let’s see, where did you hit exactly..."

Lin Nianhe: "Master, it’s truly for making sausages."

"Shut up!"

"Alright."

Lin Nianhe obediently closed her mouth and let Rong Zhiguo inspect her head as if it were a watermelon.

When Chang Jinzhong returned, he saw Rong Zhiguo holding Lin Nianhe’s head, shaking it left and right as if he intended to disassemble it to have a look.

"Old Rongzi! What are you doing? If the kid did something wrong, just scold her, you can’t hit her!"

Chang Jinzhong, pale with fright, rushed over in a few strides, holding down Rong Zhiguo’s hands tightly, looking into his eyes and speaking in a low voice to convince him: "Old Rongzi, calm down! Think about your wife, your little sister-in-law loves Xiao Lin so much, if she dies at your hands, you will never be welcome home for the rest of your life!"

If Lin Nianhe really died on the spot, Rong Zhiguo indeed wouldn’t have to go home—he could go straight to the police station, with so many eyewitnesses, sparing the Public Security the trouble of investigating the case.

From this perspective, what Chang Jinzhong said wasn’t wrong.

Rong Zhiguo looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Are you sick?"

Seeing that Chang Jinzhong was frightened to the point of losing his color, Lin Nianhe hurriedly explained: "Uncle Chang, you misunderstood, I just hit my head, and the master is checking my wound."

Chang Jinzhong: "...?"

Really? He didn’t believe it.

Just now, by Old Rongzi’s gnashing teeth and grimacing expression, as though Lin Nianhe had done something that stabbed him in the heart.

Rong Zhiguo rolled his eyes at Chang Jinzhong, let go, picked up the drawing again, knitting his brows, he couldn’t help but glare at Lin Nianhe again: "Glib girl who’s only smart with food, why are you fixated on just that!"

Look at what she comes up with: corn de-cobbing machines, sausage-making machines... What’s next in her sights? Rice or popsicles?

Lin Nianhe chuckled awkwardly: "People regard food as their primary need."

Rong Zhiguo ignored her and turned back to the drawing.

He had misunderstood earlier, always thinking in terms of weapons, now he had to rethink from scratch.

Chang Jinzhong sat down next to the senior brother, having returned to his cheerful demeanor, he asked Lin Nianhe: "You hit your head earlier? We arrived with the medical team, want me to take you to get checked out?"

"No need, Uncle Chang, it’s not painful anymore." Lin Nianhe smiled and shook her head, "By the way, I heard from Uncle Huang that the hand-operated de-cobbing machine has passed export approval, how are your preparations?"

"Let’s produce according to domestic demand for now, and we can discuss further after the Spring Trade Fair."

Chang Jinzhong answered vaguely, but Lin Nianhe understood what he meant.

She guessed he was worried about a small export volume, therefore he didn’t prepare the goods in advance. If the situation is good, they can allocate from the domestic inventory; if not, it wouldn’t greatly impact the machinery factory.

This was indeed very consistent with Chang Jinzhong’s cautious nature.

Lin Nianhe didn’t offer any suggestions. The production volume was an internal affair of the machinery factory, and it had nothing to do with her.

Just as Chang Jinzhong was about to show some more concern for Lin Nianhe, he met with the fiery gaze of Rong Zhiguo.

That look was all too familiar to Chang Jinzhong; Old Rongzi always wore that same cannibalistic expression when he was interrupted.

He immediately shut his mouth and, pretending nothing was wrong, turned to look out the window.

Rong Zhiguo withdrew his gaze and continued to examine the drawings, occasionally picking up his tea mug for a sip.

After staring at them for over half an hour, he finally put the drawings down, turned to Lin Nianhe, and said: "The principle is mostly fine, it’ll do. You’re not dumb, showing some progress."

Mostly fine, it’ll do, not dumb.

This was the highest praise that could come out from Rong Zhiguo’s sharp tongue.

Lin Nianhe immediately beamed with joy: "Master, where are the issues? Can you explain them to me?"

Rong Zhiguo flipped to the last page, his rough finger drawing circles on it: "Right here, the last step is a mess, are you using wax paper? That’s unnecessary."

"Oh, no, it’s plastic wrap," explained Lin Nianhe, "We’re using plastic wrap to encase the sausages, and at the point of sealing, we remove the air to create a vacuum. This packaging is easier to carry, cleaner, and can significantly extend the food’s shelf life."

Rong Zhiguo, not being from the food factory, was not very familiar with the needs of food production. He asked directly: "Did you come up with this fussy step sitting at home?"

"No, not really," Lin Nianhe promptly deflected, "It was suggested by Factory Director Wang from Xi City Food Factory."

Rong Zhiguo felt that since it was something proposed by the director of the food factory, it must be indeed necessary.

He pinched the blueprint, pondering for a moment before saying to Lin Nianhe: "This is a large production line. Even though there seem to be no major problems with your blueprint for now, manufacturing it won’t be easy. Everything has to be based on the actual practical results."

"That means you’ll have to take more trouble, Master. You know best what I’m capable of; I can only move a pen."

Lin Nianhe sat upright with a constant smile at the corners of her mouth.

Rong Zhiguo frowned and glared at her.

Lin Nianhe understood that look; her master was calling her simple-minded.

Why is that?!

Is sucking up also wrong?

Seeing Lin Nianhe looking naïve, Rong Zhiguo’s frown deepened.

He packed up the drawings and waved her away: "Alright, I’ve got it arranged for you. Go back to where you came from."

Lin Nianhe felt helpless. Why the sudden cold shoulder?

She wanted to stay a bit longer, but seeing the look on her master’s face that said "get out or I’ll kick you," Lin Nianhe obediently got up and said goodbye to Chang Jinzhong and the senior apprentice brother.

Rong Zhiguo, impatiently, turned to the senior apprentice brother: "What are you still standing there for, acting like a blockhead? Escort her back. With her thin arms and legs, don’t let her get knocked under the cars on the way."

Senior apprentice brother: "Alright."

The moment those two left, Rong Zhiguo lit up a cigarette.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his hand resting on his satchel, and said to Chang Jinzhong: "I just remembered, you haven’t been paying my apprentice a salary."

Chang Jinzhong: "Ah?"