Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 515 - 514: Hair Wins

Chapter 515: Chapter 514: Hair Wins

Lin Nianhe and the others returned to their room at eight in the evening.

Lin Nianhe pushed open the door and rushed straight for the bed, lying flat on her back.

"Sister Hehe, have some water." Niuwa poured a glass of water for Lin Nianhe.

"Thank you." Lin Nianhe’s voice carried a hint of lethargy; she rubbed Niuwa’s little face and took the glass, drinking a big gulp before saying, "You did really well just now."

"Hehe..."

Niuwa beamed with joy and ran to pour water for Wang Shumei and Wen Lan.

The two of them didn’t return to their own rooms but sat on another bed, leaning on each other tiredly, neither wanting to move.

Just as everyone had finished their water, Wong Xiao’s voice came from the doorway: "Girls? Are you back?"

Wang Shumei stuck her head out but didn’t see Wong Xiao.

She was about to pull Lin Nianhe up when Lin Nianhe sat up on her own.

She straightened her skirt and saw that Wang Shumei and Wen Lan were also presentable, then said: "Uncle Wong, come in, we’re all here."

Wong Xiao then came around from behind the door, still standing at the doorway, somewhat uncomfortably saying: "Well, why don’t you come to my and Niuwa’s room?"

It’s not appropriate for an old man to enter a young girl’s room, especially when outside.

"Uncle Wong, we’re out of energy to walk, just come in." Lin Nianhe replied weakly.

Before Wong Xiao left, Wang Hong had chased after him, fussing over Lin Nianhe’s health — others might just need a pill for a cold or fever, but she could faint and require hospitalization.

Hearing Lin Nianhe’s frail voice now, Wong Xiao immediately rushed in, talking much faster: "Xiao Lin, what’s wrong? Do you have a fever, or are you just tired? Stay put, don’t move, I’ll go find a doctor right now!"

"Uncle Wong, Uncle Wong," Lin Nianhe grabbed the hem of his shirt, "I’m fine, I just talked too much this afternoon, my throat hurts." As she spoke, she took another sip of water.

"Really nothing wrong?" Wong Xiao stopped but was still on edge.

"Really." Lin Nianhe nodded firmly.

It had been a long time since she had socialized like this; in the past, she could socialize for a week and still be full of energy.

"Sit down, let me tell you about today’s gains," said Lin Nianhe, about to fetch a stool for Wong Xiao.

"Hey hey, all of you rest, I’ll get it myself."

Wong Xiao’s face was a bit flushed.

The girls had been busy all afternoon, and he had slept so soundly, this was really...

Seeing what he was thinking, Lin Nianhe smiled lightly without pointing it out, only saying: "Uncle Wong, tomorrow and the day after, you’ll have to stay in the room, but of course, you can walk around on this floor, just don’t be seen by the foreign merchants. We’ll have meals sent to your room."

"No problem!" Wong Xiao agreed at once and asked, "What else can I do?"

"You’ll also need to arrange production with Factory Director Ji," Lin Nianhe said. "Today in the restaurant, there were two potential big clients—one is Shen Hongzun from Xiangjiang Shen Family, the other is Nishi from Milan. Shen Family started in retail, and Nishi’s family owns Milan’s largest trading company."

Lin Nianhe had been jousting with old hands of commerce since her teens; she could discern who her target clients were within a few words.

These two had similar family backgrounds but were very different people. Shen Hongzun appeared genteel and polite on the surface, but internally, he was impulsive, ready to jump into any pit Lin Nianhe casually dug; Nishi seemed straightforward without schemes, but she was actually meticulous, Lin Nianhe talked with her all afternoon and hardly got a few useful words.

However, all these were minor issues, Lin Nianhe had seen too many tougher opponents.

Wong Xiao took serious notes, then asked, "How much stock should we prepare?"

Lin Nianhe: "Production is maxed out, specific distributions can be discussed with Uncle Ji."

"Okay!"

Wong Xiao’s hands trembled slightly, Lin Nianhe’s confidence greatly boosted his own.

"Anything else?" Wong Xiao asked after taking notes.

"Not for now," Lin Nianhe said, "But apart from coordinating with our publicity, you also need to handle production issues and exchanges with other factories. If there’s anything you can’t manage, you must tell us."

Wong Xiao waved his hands repeatedly: "I haven’t done anything all day, just tired you young ladies out."

He felt like he was nothing more than a piece of décor here. Niuwa could at least exchange a few words with the foreign businesspeople, and all he could do was stand off to the side with a stern face pretending to be important.

"Uncle Wong, you are our backbone here," Lin Nianhe comforted, "Without you backing us up, no one would believe our fancy talk. Your presence alone is unique, nobody else could do your job."

Wong Xiao’s eyes brightened a bit: "What unique vibe do I have?"

"That head of white hair of yours is very unique. Who else in their forties could have such white hair?"

Wong Xiao: "..."

After a brief meeting, the others left one after another.

Lin Nianhe lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and replayed the afternoon’s conversation in her mind to ensure there were no mistakes before getting up to take a shower.

The hot water washed away the soreness and fatigue. After grabbing a cold Coke from her storage and taking a big gulp, Lin Nianhe felt rejuvenated.

Dressed in her pajamas, she took out the clothes and headpiece she planned to wear the next day. Just as she was about to jot down today’s work highlights, there was a knock at her door.

"Nianhe, are you asleep?"

It was Aunt Lin’s voice.

"Not yet."

Lin Nianhe quickly put down her pen and opened the door.

Aunt Lin stood outside, her smile tinged with fatigue. She held two lunch boxes and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I have, but Mom, have you eaten yet?" Lin Nianhe stepped aside to let Aunt Lin in and closed the door, then asked, "Are you done with work today?"

"In twenty minutes I have another meeting, but I’ll eat something first." Aunt Lin said as she sat down on the sofa by the window. She opened the lunch boxes and asked Lin Nianhe, "Was everything smooth on your way here? I was too busy today and couldn’t pick you up."

"It went very smoothly, nothing happened, and Uncle Huang picked us up, so don’t worry." Lin Nianhe stood behind Aunt Lin, massaging her stiff shoulders. "When the train passed through Beijing, I saw Dad. He emphasized a lot that I must tell you not to work too late or skip meals."

Aunt Lin, eating her meal, laughed, "Well, I’m eating now, aren’t I?"

"It’s almost ten o’clock," Lin Nianhe said, "Besides, is what you’re eating now lunch or dinner? It surely can’t be breakfast, right?"

Aunt Lin laughed and did not respond.

Indeed, she was eating her lunch.

It had been too busy of a day to find time to eat.

Seeing that Aunt Lin didn’t reply, Lin Nianhe knew she had guessed right. She took out the beef tongue pastries specially brought by Comrade Old Lin and placed them on the table: "Dad brought these for you; he said even if you don’t have time for a meal, you shouldn’t go hungry."

"Your dad always worries too much."

Aunt Lin spoke with pretended annoyance, but her smile remained broad.

Aunt Lin finished her meal in ten minutes, put down her chopsticks, and asked Lin Nianhe: "I heard that you had afternoon tea with foreign businesspeople today. What was that about?"