Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 529 - 528 Unintentional Showing Off

Chapter 529: Chapter 528 Unintentional Showing Off

A person’s name, the shadow of a tree.

Once Major Su’s big name was mentioned, Shen Yu almost gave Lin Nianhe an early wedding red envelope.

Undermine the foundation?

Heh, he just wanted a clever daughter-in-law, not a salvo of 60mm rockets.

However, because of this episode, Lin Nianhe’s mood was affected—she missed Brother Yuncheng.

Thus, Lin Nianhe, who originally planned to discount the Shen Family’s cost, ended up not reducing their price by a cent.

Claiming it was: Truly the cost price.

Shen Yu never cared about the price issue, what he wanted was to monopolize the Lan brand in Xiangjiang; as long as he was the sole supplier, the price was not a problem.

"Miss Lin, how much quota can you give me for the autumn trade fair?" Shen Yu asked one last question before signing the contract.

Lin Nianhe raised a finger to him: "One million."

Shen Yu signed the contract extremely happily, his hand trembling a bit as he stamped it.

Shen Yu put away the contract and reached out his right hand to Lin Nianhe: "Miss Lin, let’s be amicable..."

"Happy cooperation!"

Lin Nianhe hurriedly interrupted him, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower.

Although he wanted to whisk her away, she wasn’t the type to hold grudges—the matter was hardly significant enough to cause such suffering.

Naturally, Shen Yu didn’t understand what "being amicable brings wealth" meant, so after exchanging a few pleasantries with Lin Nianhe, he left with his silly nephew.

They had many more goods to purchase and couldn’t afford to linger at the venue for too long, because if they were late, they’d miss out on everything.

As she watched them leave, Lin Nianhe clenched the thin contract in her hand, waving her little hand as she walked back.

Inside the venue, there were still many foreign merchants, most of whom seriously compared samples at the booths, while others had already found their desired textile factories and gone to the negotiation rooms.

When Lin Nianhe returned to their booth, all four of her colleagues had been anxiously watching for her arrival.

It wasn’t just them who were expectant; the people at the neighboring booths were also eying the paper in Lin Nianhe’s hands.

If they weren’t mistaken, that was a contract, right?

Lin Nianhe pretended not to notice those inquisitive glances, circled back to their booth, sat down, and handed over the paper to Wong Xiao: "Uncle Wong, the contract is signed; please keep it safe."

Wong Xiao’s hands trembled quite severely as he took the contract, but he still asked Lin Nianhe: "Xiao Lin, how much, how much did you sign for?"

"Not much, three hundred thousand." Lin Nianhe poured a cup of hot tea, took a sip, and replied casually.

Wong Xiao was overjoyed and repeatedly said: "That’s great, that’s great, a good start!"

The people from the two booths next door also heard Lin Nianhe’s words and couldn’t help but lean in closer: "You’ve just signed a contract worth three hundred thousand in two hours, Xiao Lin, you’re amazing."

"Hm?" Lin Nianhe blinked her eyes, looked at the people who came over, then at Wong Xiao, and said, "You misunderstood, I was talking about three hundred thousand Head Flowers, not three hundred thousand yuan."

Wong Xiao, upon hearing about the three hundred thousand Head Flowers, was instantly dumbfounded.

He was aware of the pricing; three hundred thousand Head Flowers meant—at the cheapest model, that would be, that’d be...

He knew, but the others from the other factories didn’t, did they? Exchanging glances, they all saw in each other’s eyes the sentiment that "young people really get taught a lesson."

Some chuckled, while others consoled: "Three hundred thousand Head Flowers? That should still be about a hundred and fifty to sixty thousand yuan, right?"

"More than one hundred and fifty thousand."

"How much more?"

"More..." Lin Nianhe’s gaze was clear, "More by five hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and fifty-two yuan and eighty cents."

"Pfft!"

"Cough, cough!"

A successive series of spit-takes ensued.

Looking at these five people from Lan County Textile Factory, everyone had the same question in their minds—

Are you really selling hair accessories at your factory?

They couldn’t figure it out, why such a small piece of fabric could sell for so much! If making these trinkets was so profitable, they would all switch to making hair accessories instead of selling fabric!

Lin Nianhe swore she wasn’t pretending to be ignorant, because the turnover simply couldn’t be hidden. These people didn’t even have to wait for the delegation to tally the turnovers; they could find out everything by just asking the interpreter from the negotiation room she had just visited.

She said it outright, also to save them some trouble.

Lin Nianhe had no time to appreciate the astonished looks of others; she was busy digging out a pill of Nitroglycerin from her bag for Uncle Wong to take.

Wong Xiao was simply too excited!

He tossed and turned without sleep for most of last night, constantly imagining the grandeur of the Spring Trade Fair. He couldn’t stop thinking about the two million that Lin Nianhe mentioned, he even calculated how much tax Factory Director Ji would have to pay, and then used three sheets of draft paper to meticulously work out expenditure items.

In Wong Xiao’s limited imagination, he felt that getting a deal worth two million at the Spring Trade Fair was already an enormous stroke of luck.

Yet, just two hours into the Spring Trade Fair, Lin Nianhe threw him a contract worth 5,286,852.8.

Wong Xiao was excited! Far too excited!

He wanted to throw all his burdens away and joyfully jump around, but his legs were numb.

So, it was his heart that took over and started jumping wildly instead.

Uncle Wong maintained the calm demeanor expected of a leader, and earned himself two Nitroglycerin pills.

Wong Xiao took the medicine with red eyes, looking at Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe patted his back for comfort, reassuringly saying, "Uncle Wong, don’t get too excited, I understand, I understand, this contract might be a bit smaller than expected, but rest assured, the biggest deals are yet to come, just stay steady."

Wong Xiao: "...!"

Wong Xiao took deep breaths, working hard to suppress his wildly beating heart, and shakily lifted the teacup to take a sip.

He looked at Wang Shumei, Wen Lan, and Niuwa, who were all wearing calm expressions, and couldn’t help but ask, "Don’t you three want to say something?"

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan glanced at Lin Nianhe.

Why would they be excited? They had already been scared once by Lin Nianhe yesterday!

Niuwa did respond to Wong Xiao’s question, matter-of-factly saying, "If it’s something Sister Hehe said, nothing is impossible."

Wong Xiao: "..."

He immediately said to Lin Nianhe, "I’ve always had faith in what you can do, but I’m still so pleasantly surprised, haha... Xiao Lin, you are truly outstanding, always managing to surprise me immensely!"

When it came to praising Lin Nianhe, Wong Xiao would never allow anyone to outdo him, not even Niuwa!

Lin Nianhe, however, wasn’t in the mood to judge who gave the best compliments; she was pondering.

She hadn’t seen Nishi at the entrance when she passed by just now; if nothing unexpected happened, she was likely keeping Lin Nianhe hanging.

She was indeed tougher to deal with than Shen Hongzun.

"This is somewhat interesting."

A faint smile hung at the corner of Lin Nianhe’s mouth, and beneath her eyes, a small flame of eager anticipation flickered.

"Hezi, don’t smile like that, it gives me the creeps."

"..."

Meanwhile, over in the craft industry exhibition area.

Nishi, accompanied by two assistants, casually looked over the exhibits, showing a complete lack of interest.

"Miss, aren’t you going to check out Lan’s goods first?" one assistant asked in a low voice.

"There’s no rush," Nishi replied with a smile, her chin slightly lifted, "It’s only just beginning. Lin must be full of hope right now. Approaching her at this time would only lead to being controlled by her. Let’s wait a few days, I want to go to her as a savior."

"What if she collaborates with someone else?"

"Ha, are you joking? In Milan, who can compare with our Abel family?"

Nishi’s eyes, like those of a Persian cat, were a shade of azure blue, her fingertips lightly brushed over a charming ceramic doll, with a wanton smile spreading across her lips.

"The moment she appeared in the restaurant with the hair accessory, she had already put herself at a disadvantage..."

Nishi whispered softly.