Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 518 - 517: Mediating a Quarrel

Chapter 518: Chapter 517: Mediating a Quarrel

Beside the exhibition stand, workers from several factories were fiercely arguing over who got more space and which position was better.

Because everyone came from all corners of the country, the likelihood of arguments rose geometrically—when dialects were unintelligible, everyone subconsciously took an ordinary local complaint as provocation and then retaliated by cursing decisively.

Lin Nianhe pulled Niuwa by the hand, standing on the outskirts, and turned her head to ask him, "What can you learn from this?"

Niuwa said, "It’s very important to learn dialects."

"Mmm... well said."

Lin Nianhe took him to a place beyond the reach of the battle, set down the wooden post and Head Flower sample from her arms on the ground, and said, "Niuwa, keep an eye on the things here, take a rest, we’ll need you later on."

"Okay, I’ll wait for your cue!" Niuwa nodded vigorously.

Lin Nianhe glanced at the height of those men by the exhibition stand, and realizing her own height wouldn’t allow Niuwa to see her eyes, she said, "I’ll just come over and call for you."

"Okay!"

Lin Nianhe gave Niuwa a bag of orange gummies before turning around to join the chaos.

Of course, she didn’t come to fight for a spot; she came to break up the fight.

In Lin Nianhe’s eyes, breaking up a fight was much more difficult than actually fighting.

When you take matters into your own hands, you just brute force it.

Win, and you get compensation for medical expenses; lose, and you still get compensation for medical expenses.

But breaking up a fight was different—you had to pay attention to your tone, speed of speech, facial expressions, and movements. A slight misstep could set you ablaze, getting caught in the crossfire from both sides.

Moreover, breaking up a fight also required talent; some people are just not cut out for it, like those with fiery temperaments, fierce appearances, or those who habitually swear too much when they talk. These people, if they had to break up a fight, would transform a two-sided conflict into a three-sided brawl within three minutes.

Lin Nianhe, however, had the external conditions suitable for breaking a fight.

First of all, she had the gender advantage; in general, normal men are less likely to engage in fisticuffs with women;

Secondly, she was good-looking and appeared docile without the hint of aggression, making it easier for others to let down their guard;

Lastly, and most importantly, she carried her work pass from the Foreign Trade Department, which, at this time and place, was like a life-saving charm.

The confident Comrade Xiao Lin squeezed into the crowd and shouted at them, "Stop fighting! Listen to me!"

At this moment, those arguing by the exhibition stand were no longer the young people responsible for setting up; the strife had started with them, yet they dared not openly argue. Now, the ones in the fray were the senior leaders from each of their factories—the main force in the argument comprised uncles and aunties around forty years old, while the young people merely stood behind their Factory Director as a show of support.

Amid the heated arguments, everyone heard such a crisp voice and subconsciously turned to look at the newcomer.

They had assumed that it would be someone wearing a red armband or the women’s director from a delegation, all psychologically prepared to argue their case, but upon a closer look, it turned out to be a pretty little girl in a blazer, her delicate appearance like a porcelain doll from the handicrafts area, pleasing to the eye.

The leaders exchanged looks, gazing at this bold little girl; they couldn’t help but show a bit of indulgent smiles.

Which family didn’t have a younger sister? Which family didn’t have a daughter?

Seeing her slightly flushed cheeks, their hearts almost melted into cotton.

"Little girl, you..."

Lin Nianhe couldn’t give others the chance to speak. This attention-grabbing method could only be used once; if she was interrupted this time, it would be hard for her to make them shut up again.

She turned around and stepped onto a small stool nearby and, after getting a 1.9 meters tall experience card, she looked down at the leaders and said, "Arguing like this won’t solve the problem. How about taking five minutes to listen to my suggestion? If everyone finds it feasible, we can do as I say; if not, it’s not too late to continue the argument."

"Hey, which family’s girl are you? Why should we listen to you?"

A voice came with a friendly smile, not provoking, simply voicing the doubt that everyone had.

Lin Nianhe’s expression didn’t change as she took out her work badge: "I’m from the Foreign Trade Department."

In an instant, everyone within ten meters of the exhibition stand shut their mouths.

They didn’t want to be commanded by a young girl, but she was from the Foreign Trade Department.

Seeing that most people were paying attention to her, Lin Nianhe cleared her throat and said, "Everyone is arguing over the exhibition space for the sake of export earnings. Everyone has the same intention of making a contribution. Moreover, no matter which factory secures the orders, it’s the contribution of our textile delegation. We share in the glory and the loss together. Arguing won’t solve the problem; it will only affect our unity."

"So, I suggest that each factory picks out two of their proudest fabrics and displays them in the most visible position right in front of the entrance. That way, all our factories will have a fair opportunity to showcase themselves."

"Everyone here is a senior in the field, and I believe you all understand that an exhibition stand is merely a small tactic to attract foreign merchants. Most of the merchants coming to buy fabrics already have their preferred styles in mind. If we want them to purchase more, we can only combine the strengths of all factories, showing them more and better options."

Lin Nianhe rattled off a long string of words. Her speech was slightly fast, but her enunciation was clear, and her voice with its rises and falls reached the ears of everyone present.

Several Factory Directors looked at one another—still not fond of each other.

However, Lin Nianhe’s phrase "share in the glory and the loss" struck a chord with them.

The textile delegation had always been in an awkward middle ground. Currently, heavy industry and grain exports occupied the majority of the export quota, while most merchants coming to buy textiles were looking for bargains. They weren’t desperate but found it hard to stand out.

Who would be willing to be left behind? That’s why they were all so eager to grab the best exhibition spaces.

"You make it sound so easy, but if we do that, there won’t be room to display our nameplates, and the foreign merchants won’t know where to find us."

Someone in the crowd pointed out the biggest issue with the suggestion.

Lin Nianhe had come prepared, and she responded with a smile, "We can use eye-catching golden thread to embroider the factory names in the top left corner of the fabric samples. And we can assign two translators to help guide the merchants at the exhibition stands. That way, even if the merchants mix up the order of the samples, it will not affect anything."

The crowd considered it for a while and nodded to themselves, finding the idea good. They had previously placed nameplates on the exhibition stands, and there were always troubles when they were messed up.

One uncle was the first to agree, "You’re quite the clever girl, I approve of this idea!"

Others soon voiced their concerns, "But we didn’t bring any golden thread with us, and time is so tight, where can we find some?"

"I will handle this problem," said Lin Nianhe, "I’ll bring it to everyone during the training this afternoon. However, I suggest everyone use a two to four-character abbreviation of the factory name for the marking, with the size of the lettering as uniform as possible, so it looks better."

"This is simple. We’re all textile factories; we won’t be stumped by some embroidery."

"We don’t have any women colleagues with us. Old Li, can you help me out?"

"Sure, no problem. Just bring your fabric samples to me later..."

With the main conflict resolved, the Factory Directors were in good spirits and began to discuss the details amongst themselves.

Lin Nianhe looked at the fruits of her work, nodded in satisfaction, and reinforced her own affirmation. After allowing them to discuss for a while and while they were still gathered, she spoke up again:

"Senior colleagues, I have another small favor to ask—"