Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 525 - 524: In the End, I Misplaced My Trust

Chapter 525: Chapter 524: In the End, I Misplaced My Trust

I understand Lin Nianhe finds it hard to deceive someone she knows well, but what she can’t understand is why they don’t believe her even when she’s telling the truth.

For heaven’s sake, she just wanted to eat an ice pop.

Lin Nianhe tried to struggle more, reaching out and tugging at Wen Lan’s clothes, gazing at her with puppy eyes.

Wen Lan: "Silly girl."

Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue lightly and let go, turning to tug at Wang Shumei’s clothes, looking all the more pitiful.

Wang Shumei: "What are you looking at?"

Those three words, spoken with a Northeastern accent, had a kind of soul-striking oppressiveness.

Lin Nianhe licked her lips and boldly retorted: "I’m looking at my beautiful and kind Sister Shumei, got a problem with that?"

Wang Shumei: "..."

The beautiful and kind Sister Shumei stood her ground and ignored her.

Seeing that neither left nor right worked, Lin Nianhe sighed heavily, rising slowly while rummaging through her wallet and muttering, "Is there no trust left between people anymore? Think about it, when have I ever tricked you... sigh, never mind, I’ll just go buy the ice pop myself..."

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan continued to crack melon seeds, paying her no mind.

Lin Nianhe fumbled for her wallet and walked a few steps, stopped when she heard no one calling her back, and without a hint of embarrassment turned back around: "Do you really bear to let me go alone? Aren’t you afraid I’ll meet danger? What if I run into an ice pop robber?"

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan continued to crack melon seeds, still paying her no mind.

"Okay, I get it, you must be tired of me, this year’s companionship was evidently misplaced by me..."

Lin Nianhe, pretending to be on the verge of tears, wiped imaginary tears and shifted slowly out.

Wen Lan: "Meizi, I want to hit her."

Wang Shumei: "Save your energy, don’t spill blood everywhere, we’d have to mop it up."

"You better think it over, once I leave today, coaxing me back won’t be an option!"

"Go, go, go, hurry and leave, don’t look back."

"..."

In the end, Lin Nianhe didn’t go buy the ice pop.

Not because those two had a change of heart, but because comrades from the Shanghai Textile Factory sent all three of them an ice pop each, thanking Lin Nianhe’s reminder that led them to acquire electric fans.

The Spring Trade Fair officially starts tomorrow, and this afternoon every factory had someone stay behind, even though they had finished setting up their booths, they stayed just in case something came up, even if it meant just sitting there.

As dinner approached, Minister Huang arrived with his team for the final inspection, and upon entering, he immediately noticed the distinctive booth and happily turned to the people nearby: "I spoke too soon earlier, look how cozy the Textile Delegation has made it."

Earlier, they had mentioned that these booths looked almost the same every year, only the products differed slightly.

The head of the Textile Delegation remembering that Lin Nianhe was part of the Foreign Trade Department, didn’t dare to take the credit, and immediately said: "Minister Huang, this new booth design was suggested by Comrade Lin Nianhe, we all thought it was a good idea."

"Oh?"

Minister Huang scanned the crowd and spotted Lin Nianhe.

He smiled, openly showing their relationship, and walked straight up to Lin Nianhe: "Girl, did you do this?"

"Oh, not at all, I just gave some suggestions, it’s all the comrades’ hard work," Lin Nianhe said cheerfully, "You know me, I have the heart to work but not the skilled hands."

"Hahaha..."

Minister Huang laughed as he approached Lin Nianhe and asked her: "I heard that you set a two million target for Wong Xiao?"

The leaders of the nearby factories widened their eyes at Lin Nianhe.

Selling Head Flowers for two million? Each Head Flower only costs eighty cents, how could she say that!

Lin Nianhe sighed, "I was just trying to cheer up Uncle Wong on the train, I didn’t know the situation here..."

"Oh? Now that you know the situation, what do you say?"

"Maybe around five million."

Everyone: "...!"

How can she still dare to raise it?

Wasn’t the meaning of her words just now that she had previously spoken too much?

"Ha ha ha!"

Minister Huang patted Lin Nianhe on the head: "That’s the spirit, just like your old man’s boldness back in the day!"

Minister Huang laughed heartily. Looking at Lin Nianhe, he seemed to see Comrade Old Lin from the past, reminded of their old days.

They came to inspect the arrangement of the venue, Minister Huang carefully checked around, found no problems, and then left.

As soon as the people from the Foreign Trade Department left, all other eyes fell on Lin Nianhe.

They couldn’t figure it out, they couldn’t understand how Lin Nianhe dared to shout out five million in sales.

To them, Lin Nianhe wasn’t just a rookie unafraid of tigers, she was merely bragging and bluffing.

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan also couldn’t figure it out! But they couldn’t show it!

Wen Lan clenched her lips, remembering Lin Nianhe’s six-character principle to her, "Talk less, don’t curse," her hands carrying a suitcase, fearing that if her hands were free she would not be able to resist hitting Lin Nianhe.

Wang Shumei took a deep breath, pulled Lin Nianhe and said in the calmest voice, "Nianhe, shall we go back?"

"Yeah, let’s rest early today, tomorrow we officially start."

The three of them left shoulder to shoulder, as if nothing had ever happened.

Looking at their backs, the seniors looked at each other and shook their heads repeatedly with pursed lips.

No one believed Lin Nianhe’s five million, including herself.

But what she didn’t believe was—

"What are you all nervous about? I previously had Factory Director Ji secure almost all the domestic stock for the first quarter, which means we have nearly one hundred thousand Head Flowers available for sale. Others might not know the price of our foreign trade Head Flowers, but don’t you?"

"Fifteen yuan!" Wen Lan recalled Lin Nianhe’s insanely quoted price.

"To be precise, the average price is seventeen yuan and ninety-two cents," Lin Nianhe’s lips curled slightly, "I’ll try to ensure a balance of varieties."

Wang Shumei said softly, "But you’d still need to sell over two hundred and seventy thousand to make it, and according to you, currently only Shen Hongzun and Nishi have intentions for bulk orders."

Wen Lan interjected, "Two hundred and seventy thousand, that doesn’t sound like much, about three and a half months of Beijing’s monthly supply."

"But the Head Flowers in Beijing are sold cheaper!"

"Aren’t foreigners rich?"

"But it’s not only sold to the rich..."

The two of them couldn’t convince each other, arguing back and forth without end.

Lin Nianhe listened on the side, with a surge of competitive spirit twinkling in her eyes.

Familiar battlegrounds, Lin Nianhe is back!

While she was excited, Wang Shumei suddenly asked her, "Nianhe, make a bold estimate, how much money can we actually sign for this time?"

"Yeah, whisper it, we won’t tell outsiders."

Lin Nianhe smiled, speaking slowly: "Uncle Wong wants ten million in tax revenue, right? Considering his premature greying for Lan County, can’t let him be too disappointed, can we?"

Her voice was not loud, yet it thundered in Wen Lan’s and Wang Shumei’s minds, leaving them completely blank and incapable of thought.

Lin Nianhe rubbed her hands: "I also don’t know if after I actually secure ten million in tax revenue, whether Uncle Wong could allocate an extra ten tons of coal for our village... I’d also like him to treat me to an ice lolly."

Wen Lan: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Call her timid, yet she dares to set a goal of achieving ten million in tax revenue;

Call her audacious, yet all she wants is an extra ten tons of coal and an ice lolly.