Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 526 - 525: It is Coming

Chapter 526: Chapter 525: It is Coming

April 15th, the month-long Spring Trade Fair began.

Early on, delegations from various places entered the venue, and many were at their posts, ready for action.

A bit later, merchants from various countries flocked in, a scene that resembled—

"Could this be the origin of the domestic marathon?"

Lin Nianhe leaned on the window next to the Shanghai Textile Factory booth, marveling at the image of countless foreigners sprinting outside.

Never again say that foreigners all know how to queue orderly; look at those people out there, if the soldiers weren’t managing them, they could have collapsed the gate. They scrambled and jostled each other, with ties askew and hair tousled, countless shoes lost in the commotion.

In front of them, even the aunties who fight over discounted eggs would have to concede defeat.

Standing beside Lin Nianhe was Fu Qin, the deputy director of the protective textile factory, who didn’t hear Lin Nianhe’s mumbling but noticed her astonished face and explained with a light laugh, "You don’t need to be surprised, it’s like this every year. They must compete to buy our goods... Last year, I even saw a Japanese man kneeling at the gate crying because he didn’t get the soybeans, saying that his superiors would definitely blame him if he returned empty-handed."

Lin Nianhe curled his lips: "Crying while kneeling is totally unnecessary. Just commit seppuku."

Fu Qin couldn’t help but laugh, then checked the time and reminded, "Xiao Lin, you should head back to the booth now; the foreign merchants will be arriving soon."

"Okay, I’m heading back." Lin Nianhe, having enjoyed the spectacle, got ready to leave.

"Hey, Xiao Lin," Fu Qin called after her.

"What’s up?"

Fu Qin hesitated for a moment, lips pursed, then still offered comfort: "Don’t worry too much about that five million matter. It’s no big deal if you can’t complete it."

"Huh?" Lin Nianhe pretended to be surprised, then frowned a moment later, "Aunt Fu, you don’t think I’m bluffing, do you?"

Fu Qin forced a smile and simply said, "You are here at the Spring Trade Fair for the first time, not knowing about these things... The truth is, our textile delegation doesn’t make a lot of deals; it’s not possible to get orders of hundreds or thousands of millions like the steel factories do."

Fu Qin spoke diplomatically, but Lin Nianhe had a clear understanding—nowadays, without brand impact or breakthrough technology monopolies, even nearly half of the fabric patterns on their booth were copied from foreign publications. Under such circumstances, it was extremely difficult for the textile industry to produce significant results.

Those who came to purchase fabrics were looking for cheap bargains; they were not as eager as those who went to the heavy industry and food zones, each more nitpicky than the last. Despite being the ones in need, they preferred to pose with an air of superiority, as if dispensing charity.

Lin Nianhe smiled at Fu Qin, clear as a bell, her thoughts as audible as if Uncle Team Leader of Ten Miles Team were nearby: "Aunt Fu, how about we make a bet?"

"What do you mean?" a puzzled Fu Qin asked.

Lin Nianhe flashed a charming smile, pointing at a few sample fabrics on the booth: "If Lan County Textile Factory successfully secures a five-million foreign trade order, Shanghai Textile Factory must supply us. We will determine the variety and quantity of the supply, and the price is open to negotiation."

"This..."

Fu Qin hesitated.

Shanghai Textile Factory’s cloth was top-notch nationally, and they never had to worry about sales. Could she just agree to Lin Nianhe like that?

Seeing her hesitation, Lin Nianhe, still smiling, said, "Every bet has a winner and a loser. If Lan County Textile Factory fails to complete the five-million foreign trade order, I’ll treat you to an ice lolly."

Fu Qin: "..." wanted to curse.

How was this gamble fair?

She, a deputy director, was not in need of an ice lolly, was she?

Already, chaotic footsteps could be heard from outside, but Lin Nianhe was in no hurry to leave. She looked at Fu Qin, still smiling, "I’m joking with you. If Lan County Textile Factory cannot complete the five-million foreign trade order, we will provide five years of patterns to Shanghai Textile Factory for free. How about that?"

Fu Qin’s interest was piqued instantly.

The Lan County Textile Factory may only make head flowers, but their head flower fabrics have unique patterns that are very appealing.

Many textile factories have been tempted to copy the patterns of the head flower fabrics, and Fu Qin is no exception.

What she understood even more was that having a designer who can continuously output new patterns is much more important than following others and copying their patterns.

"Alright, I agree." Fu Qin did not hesitate any further and nodded in agreement.

In fact, this bet wasn’t too damaging for the Shanghai Textile Factory; after all, whom they sell their goods to didn’t matter. The Lan County Textile Factory just wanted a chance to sell their fabrics.

Especially since Fu Qin didn’t believe at all that the Lan County Textile Factory could achieve a turnover of five million by selling head flowers.

"Then let’s shake hands to seal the deal."

Lin Nianhe extended her right hand to Fu Qin.

Fu Qin shook her hand, and while she wanted to say a few words of courtesy, Lin Nianhe had already spoken to bid farewell: "Aunt Fu, I’m heading back now. You’re busy too."

"Okay." Fu Qin didn’t pick at the matter; she liked this kind of straightforward and efficient way of cooperation.

With a cheerful spirit, Lin Nianhe returned to their quiet spot, humming a tune feeling very pleased.

Lucky for them, the Shanghai Textile Factory’s booth was next to a window; otherwise, she really wouldn’t have found an excuse to go there and make her presence known!

Behind the other booths, the staff members were poised and ready, eyes fixed on the doorway without moving.

As for the Lan County Textile Factory...

They had set up a small round table behind their booth, with a red clay stove burning water on it, surrounded by a complete set of tea utensils, even a plate of snacks. Several people were sitting; Lin Nianhe was steeping tea, Wong Xiao was reading the day’s newspaper, Niuwa was reading Journey to the West, while Wang Shumei and Wen Lan had a book open before them, whispering to each other.

They seemed to have truly come to drink tea and read—if one didn’t listen to what they were talking about.

Wong Xiao spoke softly, mouth obscured by the newspaper, "Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, my legs are numb."

Lin Nianhe’s eyes were downturned, her lips moved silently: "Then change your position, however you’re comfortable... of course, I’m not telling you to sit cross-legged on the kang."

Wen Lan poked the white tablecloth with her finger, "Meizi, if the foreigners say a whole bunch but don’t buy anything, can I hit them?"

Taking it upon herself not to give Wen Lan a knowing look, but to let her realize it on her own, Wang Shumei solemnly and without possibility of dispute said: "No! Absolutely not! No hitting or cursing!"

Only Niuwa was the most normal, immersed in the story of Sun Wukong fighting demons, occasionally lifting his head to glance at the door and then reporting the situation to Lin Nianhe.

For a child, it would be perfectly normal to look around.

"Sister Hehe, the foreigners have come in."

Niuwa whispered.

Lin Nianhe gave a slight nod, didn’t turn around, and continued to pour tea into the cups.

She also heard the footsteps, and she heard them freeze neatly at the entrance.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the display booth, bathing the coral tree adorned with sparkling head ornaments under the golden light, making it eye-catching.

The silver "兰" character standing in the center was silent; its unrestrained and casual brushstrokes, however, stirred thousands of thunderclaps in the minds of everyone who saw it.

It declared—

It has arrived.