Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 517 - 516: The Quiet Booth

Chapter 517: Chapter 516: The Quiet Booth

Lin Nianhe’s acquaintance this time was not someone stumbled upon by chance; they were truly "familiar"—the hotel staffer who had checked them in yesterday and helped contact the repairman.

Having met once before, and this being their second encounter, they were indeed quite acquainted.

The Sui City Hotel had cars available. Lately, these cars were chiefly used to shuttle foreign merchants, but with only two days left before the Spring Trade Fair, all expected visitors had already arrived, so there was no need to pick up anyone at the station, and fewer people from their group needed to go out, meaning the car wouldn’t be required.

After the staffer reported back, they smoothly arranged a car for Lin Nianhe and her team.

Wong Xiao was grounded in the hotel; only the trio and Niuwa went this time.

Unlike other factories that needed to bring numerous large and small exhibits, all their items fit into one box. If it wasn’t for Lin Nianhe bringing along many domestically-sold Head Flowers as gifts, they wouldn’t have even needed to carry a box.

The area in front of the Spring Trade Fair venue was packed with people, with cars lining both sides of the road, and there were also quite a few large pieces of machinery wrapped tightly in tarpaulins, likely exhibits from machinery or steel factories.

"Comrade Lin, I need to head back to the hotel," the driver turned his head, looking apologetically at Lin Nianhe and her group, "I can’t be away for too long in case the car is needed..."

"I understand, you’ve worked hard," Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded, casually taking out two packs of cigarettes from her purse and placing them down, "This is tobacco from the Northeast. Don’t look down on it; give it a try."

"Oh no, I really shouldn’t accept this..."

Despite his words of refusal, the uncle driver couldn’t take his eyes off the cigarettes and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Lin Nianhe had long noticed that the uncle was a heavy smoker; the fingertips on his right hand were slightly yellowed, stained over years by tar.

"It’s nothing much, just a small gift," Lin Nianhe said with a beaming smile. "Our factory has old and young; we’ve bothered you quite a bit over this past month."

The uncle driver immediately nodded in agreement: "Heh heh, alright then, contact me for future arrangements. But I’m just a driver. If the hotel doesn’t allow the car to be used, I can’t dare to drive you guys."

"Look at what you’re saying, being a driver is such a good job. Protected from wind and rain, dealing with important figures – so many people want your job but don’t have the connections!"

Who doesn’t like to hear praise? Hearing these words, the uncle driver’s spine straightened up involuntarily.

He gave a simple smile and scratched his head: "It’s not that great, it’s just work... If you need a car in the future, let me know in advance. I can speak with the team leader and will try to arrange for you first."

"Thank you," Lin Nianhe waved her hand at him with a smile, "then we won’t hold you up any longer. Take it slow on the road and stay safe."

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Shumei was pulling Niuwa out of the car while also waving goodbye to the uncle driver; even Wen Lan, caught up in the atmosphere, said, "Stay safe."

The uncle driver turned the car around and saw from the rearview mirror that the girls and the child were still seeing him off, and he couldn’t help but sigh: "What kind people..."

"Uncle driver must be praising me as a good person."

Lin Nianhe stood by the roadside, asserting this confidently.

"Right, right, you’re a good person. Come and give me a hand; this box is terribly heavy."

"Coming!"

Lin Nianhe hurried over to help.

Wen Lan waved them both off decisively: "Go stand over there, don’t be a nuisance; I’ve got this!"

After Sister Lan said this, she exerted strength and lifted the box.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei applauded: "Sister Lan is mighty."

Niuwa also clapped his little hands: "Sister Wen Lan is really strong."

Wen Lan lifted her chin and strode towards the entrance of the exhibition.

She had barely taken a few steps when she was stopped by someone coming head-on.

"Junior sister, Master asked me to come help you guys."

The person who came was none other than the eldest apprentice brother.

He was wearing a white tank top with "Beijing Machinery Factory" printed on it, with his clothing soaked in sweat and covered in dust, and his hair was also dripping wet.

The eldest apprentice brother took the box from Wen Lan’s hands and said to them, "The textile factory’s exhibition is in the east, but you need to register before you can go in."

The queue for registration was somewhat long, but the pace was still relatively quick, and it only took about ten minutes for their turn to come up.

After checking their introduction letters and work IDs, they were finally allowed to enter the exhibition hall.

Stepping through the main entrance, they were greeted by a huge round display stand, about four meters in diameter. Many workers from various textile factories were already busy setting up around it, holding all kinds of fabric samples in their hands, sweating profusely, occasionally exchanging a few harsh words due to disputes over space distribution.

Behind the display stand were "U"-shaped exhibition spaces, which were divided up, with each factory responsible for setting up their own booth.

The eldest apprentice brother was an old hand at the Trade Fair, and quickly helped them find the Lan County Textile Factory’s booth.

This spot... was particularly quiet.

How quiet, you might ask?

If you didn’t pass by from the front, not even the "Thousand-mile Eye" would be able to see them.

There was no helping it; the Lan County Textile Factory was simply too inconspicuous compared to these veteran factories. Plus, it was their first time at the Trade Fair, and they hadn’t earned a penny of foreign exchange revenue before, so it would be strange if they had a good spot.

Lin Nianhe clicked his tongue lightly, "What a great spot, really fits for drinking tea and reading the newspaper."

Wang Shumei’s brows were knotted tight: "This spot is just blocked by the inner circle’s exhibition spaces and is around a corner; you basically can’t see us at all unless you’re specifically looking for it, right?"

Lin Nianhe took out a pack of orange soft candies from his bag, chewing one slowly, and drawled, "That’s why we need to make them come looking for us on purpose."

Niuwa tugged at Lin Nianhe’s sleeve, looking up at her, "Sister Hehe, I can shout out loud at the entrance to promote."

His little face was flushed, obviously feeling a bit embarrassed about doing that.

Lin Nianhe stuffed a soft candy into his mouth, "That’s not good; pushing too hard isn’t the way to make sales, we need a different approach."

Niuwa chewed on the candy, unable to think of what else they could do.

Lin Nianhe pondered for a while, then turned his head to the eldest apprentice brother, "Eldest apprentice brother, there’s nothing left that needs to be done on our side, go ahead with your business, we’ll manage." What was left for them was just some minor tasks of arranging and placing items; there was no need to keep the eldest apprentice brother tied up here.

The eldest apprentice brother was a bit worried about them: "Are you a few really going to be alright?"

"We’ll be fine, don’t worry," said Lin Nianhe, "when I’m done here I’ll come find you guys to hang out."

"Alright, Master also said that you should come over after you’re done, about the production line thing."

"Got it."

"If you have any issues, come find me, I’ll be in the machinery area."

"Alright, thanks for your hard work, eldest apprentice brother."

After sending off the eldest apprentice brother, Lin Nianhe asked Wen Lan to open the box, and took out a package of head ornaments and a piece of wood that looked like coral, saying, "Sister Shumei, Sister Lan, you two tidy up this area, Niuwa, you come with me."

"Okay!" Niuwa’s eyes sparkled, not even asking what for, just trotting behind Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe’s destination was very clear—the display stand at the entrance.