Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 524 - 523: The Plot is Going in a Different Direction Than She Thought

Chapter 524: Chapter 523: The Plot is Going in a Different Direction Than She Thought

"Girl, you call this a ’real relative’?"

"Yeah, all within the four seas are brothers."

"..."

"We all have one home, named Huaxia, plenty of brothers and sisters, and the scenery isn’t bad either..."

"..."

As Rong Zhiguo was rendered speechless, Lin Nianhe left, leaving behind an electric fan and countless envious stares.

"Old Rongzi, this little apprentice of yours is really capable! Could you help us borrow one too..."

Rong Zhiguo: "You don’t have an apprentice? Go borrow from your own relatives!"

"..."

Borrow? Where to borrow from?

His neighbor’s comrade’s second cousin’s mother-in-law isn’t even from Sui City, and they don’t have an electric fan at home.

This lousy neighbor... oh, it’s not really fair to blame the neighbor, so there’s only one thing left to do...

"Look at others and look at you, grown men not as good as a little girl!"

That day, many apprentices got a good scolding for not having ’real relatives’ in Sui City.

The quick-witted ones were already figuring it out—

Shouldn’t the neighbor’s comrade’s second cousin’s mother-in-law also count as their ’real relative’?

Right?

It should, right?

But even if she is a ’real’ relative, it’s no use anymore, as the electric fan at her place was already lent out!

Lin Nianhe returned to the textile exhibition and found their once quiet booth now a popular spot for cooling off.

Many wanted to help Wen Lan and Wang Shumei with their work to earn a rightful chance to enjoy the breeze, but there was nothing left to do at their booth since it was tidied up the previous day, leaving the helpers bewildered on where to start.

So, they tried a different approach and brought all sorts of food, piling half the table with candies and pastries.

When Lin Nianhe squeezed in, she was even a bit dazed, feeling as if she had ended up in the food exhibition area.

"Xiao Lin, you’re back."

"Xiao Lin, take a seat, you must be exhausted."

"Xiao Lin..."

Lin Nianhe smiled and responded to everyone, not leaving a single person out.

Facing those pairs of hesitating eyes, Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and smiled lightly, not speaking, just playing dumb.

Finally, the honest-looking old man from yesterday stepped forward and asked, "Nianhe, where did you borrow this electric fan from?"

Lin Nianhe replied with a smile, "Think about where there are the most electric fans, and you’ll know."

"Where are the most electric fans?" The old man scratched his head, "The Cooperative Society? The fan factory?"

"Yes, but we don’t have tickets, so we can only borrow," Lin Nianhe laid out the route directly and added in a quieter voice, "You have to hurry if you want to go, not every household in the residential quarters have electric fans, and it’d be hard to borrow one if you’re late."

Everyone present were sharp, instantly understanding without asking how Lin Nianhe "borrowed" it or how much this "borrowing" cost; they dispersed, each factory dispatching a person to "borrow" an electric fan.

Watching the crowd bustling out, Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but marvel, "This scene, it’s like they’re going to storm the fan factory’s residential quarters."

"Hey, Hezi, how much did you spend on this really?" Wen Lan was tidying up the food on the table, and as there were no more people around, she wasn’t afraid others would hear.

"Fifty cents a day, and a deposit of two hundred," Lin Nianhe said, "I rented it from Granny for a month, fifteen yuan, and even got it notarized at the community center."

"Wow, that’s like a whole month of my sister’s salary." Wen Lan was distressed, putting down what she was holding to check on the electric fan, muttering, "You didn’t bump it when you came back, did you? Why didn’t you wrap it up?"

Although Sister Lan can earn quite a lot now, the habit of thrift accumulated over many years isn’t something she can drop in a moment. In fact, if it were up to Wen Lan, she really thought fanning manually would suffice.

Lin Nianhe leaned on the table watching her busy herself and said, "I was very careful on my way back, didn’t bump it... when I was taking the bus, people saw me carrying two fans and almost wished they were eight meters away from me, afraid they’d break it and have to compensate."

"That’s right, several hundred yuan!" Wen Lan looked at the electric fan kindly, thought for a moment, and asked Lin Nianhe, "Hezi, are you still feeling hot?"

"Not really, why?" Lin Nianhe was clueless.

"If you’re not hot, I’ll turn it off. What if it keeps running and breaks?"

"Click," the electric fan was turned off.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Sister Lan looked familiar, kind of like parents who refuse to turn on the air conditioning in summer.

"Sister Lan, trust me, my master is a Level 8 Machinist at Beijing Machinery Factory, even if I disassemble the electric fan, he can put it back together."

"What if it breaks?"

"Sister Lan, you might not trust me, but you have to trust my master."

"What if it breaks?"

"Sister Lan, don’t force me to kneel down and beg you!"

"Tsk... Fine, turn it on! If worst comes to worst, I’ll break the sewing machine with pedaling and pay you for it!"

Wang Shumei, cracking sunflower seeds, watched the commotion and chimed in: "Okay, now a sewing machine is thrown into the mix."

Lin Nianhe: "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Turn it on, after all, Xiao Lan’s sewing machine didn’t cost anything."

They chatted casually for more than an hour at the booth, and the army that went to borrow the electric fan came back.

Indeed, although they went early, not every factory managed to rent an electric fan. After all, these things are precious, not every factory has them, and not every factory is willing to rent them out.

They didn’t make a fuss or fight; the two neighboring booths shared one electric fan, which was quite satisfying.

"Jeez, they just borrow it without hesitating, as if it doesn’t cost anything?" Wen Lan watched the bustling scene, full of puzzlement.

"Factories participating in the Spring Trade Fair all have budgets, it’s only fifteen yuan, it’ll definitely be approved—even if it’s not, the smallest delegation has five members, splitting it makes only three yuan each, not too much," Lin Nianhe said casually and suddenly thought of something, looking up at them, "Hey, if I ask Uncle Wong to reimburse me, do you think he could run back to Lan County overnight carrying a train?"

Wang Shumei glanced at Lin Nianhe’s sly gaze, shut up, turned her head away, and simply didn’t make eye contact.

Wen Lan obviously didn’t think that far, and simply responded: "He definitely could, asking Uncle Wong for money is even harder than asking for his life."

"So, our outcome is also everyone sharing the cost, huh," Lin Nianhe rubbed her hands, "I’ll cover Niuwa’s share, come on, both of you, hand over the money."

Wen Lan: "What?"

Wang Shumei: "I knew it."

"Quick, quick, take out your wallets, I know you both brought money!" Lin Nianhe grinned like a bandit, stretching out her sinful little hand towards them.

"Nianhe, are you really in need of that small amount of money?"

"I am."

Was she after the money? No, she wasn’t actually after the money, what she wanted was...

Before she could finish thinking, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan each handed her five yuan.

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

This was not how she had scripted it!

Wang Shumei kept cracking sunflower seeds, looking at her with a smile, "How could we let you bear the bulk of it, let’s split it three ways."

Wen Lan nodded along, "Right, right, just accept it."

Lin Nianhe looked at the money in her hand and tentatively asked, "You guys aren’t going to resist a bit?"

"Ha, who knows what outrageous demands you would come up with if we didn’t give you the money, I’m not falling for that!"

"Exactly, exactly, just take it and keep any comments you have to yourself."

Lin Nianhe batted her innocent big eyes, "What if I said I just wanted you two to help me buy an ice pop, would you believe that?"

"No! Way!"