Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 511 - 510: Tall Building

Chapter 511: Chapter 510: Tall Building

"It is indeed necessary," Lin Nianhe said. "I have seen the booth allocation map before; we are arranged in the textile exhibition area. From the materials you provided, the export commodities in the textile category are mostly fabrics. Obviously, the foreign merchants coming to the textile exhibition area are here for importing fabrics."

Minister Huang nodded, his brows furrowed.

After all, Lan County Textile Factory is a textile factory, and it should naturally be placed in the textile category at the Spring Trade Fair.

This is not too good for them.

Lin Nianhe’s expression turned serious: "Therefore, our Head Flower cannot attract the precise target customer group. Not only that, but we are also restricted by the exhibition categories."

"For instance, foreign merchants dealing in heavy industrial goods wouldn’t come to the textile exhibition area, which means they are highly unlikely to know that this year’s Spring Trade Fair has the Head Flower. You must know, even if they don’t have a huge demand for bulk purchases, they could still buy gifts for their family and loved ones. Besides, there are those who specifically deal in retail; they usually go to the handicraft and food exhibition areas. These are our main target markets, but we could also be excluded due to the segmentation of exhibition areas."

Hearing what Lin Nianhe said, Wong Xiao’s heart sank.

The elevator stopped.

Lin Nianhe looked at the slowly opening elevator doors, a slight smile appearing on his lips: "In summary, there are two reasons for me staying here—one is to let these foreign merchants know about our Head Flower; the other is to make them unable to resist handing over their wallets to us."

Looking at the neat and straight corridor in front of him, Lin Nianhe’s eyes flickered with determination, as if he were a general foreseeing a victorious battle.

From now on, every penny dropped in the headwear industry ought to belong to Lan County Textile Factory!

She declared!

Not even Jesus could compete with her!

The others, looking at Lin Nianhe’s upright spine, unconsciously felt a sense of security.

Minister Huang’s brows relaxed as he said to Lin Nianhe, "Go ahead and do it, there’s nothing to worry about, I’ve got your back."

"Alright!"

Minister Huang arranged three rooms for them, all doubles, with Wong Xiao staying with Niuwa, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan in another, and Lin Nianhe with the samples in another.

The Sui City Hotel is currently the best hotel in Sui City, equipped with all kinds of facilities; the double rooms even have screen partitions and soft sofas, and through the window, one can overlook the Pearl River that looks like a silver ribbon.

Niuwa kneeling on the couch by the window, stared dazedly at the low-rise buildings.

The people on the street looked like tiny ants, and the cars were only the size of matchboxes.

He felt like he lived underground like an ant that only knew how to dig holes and move grains; he didn’t even know there were buildings so tall outside.

"Niuwa, come take a bath; the shower has hot water right away."

Wong Xiao had just gone to ask Lin Nianhe what the shower head was for and came back eager to try it with Niuwa.

Niuwa turned around, his little face tense.

Wong Xiao wiped his hands, asking him, "What’s wrong? Hungry?"

Niuwa shook his head.

He jumped off the couch and grabbed the hem of Wong Xiao’s shirt, asking, "Uncle Wong, will Lan County also have such tall buildings in the future?"

Wong Xiao felt a blockage in his chest; he dared not think about how much it would cost to build such a tall building. And the shower head that produced hot water with just a twist would consume so much coal!

However, he quickly got his emotions under control, bent down to pick up Niuwa, and looked into his eyes saying, "We will, as long as we are willing to work hard, we can have anything!"

Niuwa’s eyes shone brightly, looking at Wong Xiao with complete trust: "Hmm!"

Wong Xiao’s heart was touched.

How many children like Niuwa were there in Lan County? They had never seen tall buildings or bustling traffic; they could be happy for half a month over a piece of candy...

Wong Xiao, holding Niuwa, walked to the window, looking down at the buildings made to look small by the twenty-seven-story building above them.

Those buildings, if placed in Lan County, would also be considered skyscrapers.

Wong Xiao had never been as resolute as he was at this moment.

He wanted the children of Lan County to see Qingshan and live in tall buildings.

...

Lin Nianhe took a bath, then took a white dress from her suitcase and put it on, pairing it with a pair of white leather shoes.

In front of the mirror, she leisurely combed her hair, her mind rapidly flickering through scenes that might unfold next.

She was used to anticipating every possible scenario, which could clear her thoughts, and help her handle future possibilities more adeptly.

This time, Lin Nianhe did not braid her long hair into a twisted braid. Her smooth, shiny, long hair draped over her shoulders, and her cheeks were free of makeup, yet radiated the glow of youth.

She took a hairband from the sample box, decorated on the left side with clusters of peach blossoms made of green and white jade and twisted copper wires.

She didn’t wear any other accessories. The simple white dress was enough to make the hairband the center of attention.

Yes, this was her plan, and this is why women are more important than men—without a booth, they themselves are the best "booth."

Lin Nianhe took out a bottle of light perfume from her bag and sprayed it lightly twice, giving off a faint, barely noticeable sweet fragrance.

Having done all this, she grabbed her keys and left the room, turning directly to knock on the neighboring door.

"Knock knock knock."

"Knock knock knock."

"Knock..."

She knocked for a long time, not knowing what Wong Xiao and Niuwa were doing, but they didn’t respond.

Lin Nianhe guessed that perhaps they were either too old or too young, and this journey had worn them out, causing them to fall asleep, so she turned to knock on Wang Shumei and Wen Lan’s door.

"Knock knock knock."

"Knock knock knock."

"Knock..."

The familiar scenario played out again.

Lin Nianhe looked at the tightly closed door, frowning slightly.

Were they also asleep?

That shouldn’t be the case with Wen Lan’s excited nature!

Waking them up requires no guilt, Lin Nianhe didn’t hesitate to knock harder.

After a while, she finally heard a response: "Hey, hey, wait a moment, wait a moment!"

The voice sounded a bit panicked and breathless.

Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue quietly.

What were these two doing?

Practicing boxing inside?

After a few more minutes, the door finally opened.

Wang Shumei was the one who opened the door, but she was in a state Lin Nianhe had never seen before, extremely disheveled.

Her hair was wet, her white shirt with blue flowers was mostly soaked, and water dripped from her trouser legs. She held the doorknob with one hand and covered her chest with a towel with the other.

Lin Nianhe, baffled, said: "Did you have a fight with the faucet?"

Wang Shumei awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth: "No, no, not that..." she said, stepping aside to let her in, "Hey, come in and talk. Let’s not let others see!"

Lin Nianhe hurried inside, instinctively glancing towards the bathroom, where she saw Wen Lan still "fighting" with the faucet.

Water splashed all around the bathroom; it was unclear what exactly had happened.

Lin Nianhe, puzzled, asked, "Sister Lan, what are you doing?"

Wen Lan, holding the faucet with both hands, couldn’t stop the water jet from bursting out.