Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 536 - 535: The Only Accident in Decades

Chapter 536: Chapter 535: The Only Accident in Decades

Minister Huang learned about Lin Nianhe’s argument with the foreign merchant while he was having "lunch."

He had a bowl of noodles this morning, now he was so hungry he couldn’t stand it. After hearing what had happened, he pulled out his service pistol and threw it onto the table saying to his secretary, "You go and break it up."

"Got it."

The secretary took his pistol and went to mediate the dispute.

This was Minister Huang’s old habit. During war times, he never left his gun behind; now it’s unnecessary, but he still preferred to keep this reliable old buddy close at hand. Once, while in a meeting, he was informed that two of his deputy ministers were arguing. Unable to excuse himself from his meeting, he simply sent his old buddy to mediate the dispute.

His intention was to have the gun’s presence substitute for his own, to demand respect and say let’s talk later when he’s free.

But his subordinates thought he meant if they kept arguing, he would shoot them... and suddenly they saw each other as dearly loved half-brothers from different mothers.

By the time Minister Huang finished his meeting and went to mediate, he found the two getting along like real brothers, and the original issue was smoothly resolved with some mutual concessions.

Since then, the old buddy had become Minister Huang’s top mediator.

But aside from Minister Huang and his secretary, no one else knew what it really meant.

Before today, everyone who had been mediated by the old buddy thought Minister Huang was about to shoot them.

But today... there was a bit of a surprise.

"Comrade Xiao Lin, Minister Huang is busy. He means, harmony is valuable," said the secretary, who could naturally gauge the situation and read Minister Huang’s thoughts accurately since he could become the secretary of the Foreign Trade Department.

Lin Nianhe: "Ah, I get it, you mean nuclear is valuable."

The secretary was about to say "Right," when suddenly his vision blurred, and to his amazement, he found—

The Foreign Trade Department’s top mediator had been taken hostage!

Lin Nianhe, with the gun in hand and its dark barrel waving in front of Carl’s eyes: "Thinking you can use bandit logic to force a deal at the Trade Fair, did you bring several lives with you or what?"

Secretary: "...!"

Carl: "...!"

Lin Nianhe’s logic was simple enough; Minister Huang had sent over the gun, what could be clearer than that? It was a clear sign that she should be firm!

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. The Foreign Trade Department was also a window for foreign engagement; if they kowtowed and groveled, how would these merchants at the Trade Fair feel?

As for the secretary’s words about valuing harmony, Lin Nianhe took them as simple diplomatic courtesy.

Gun in hand, Lin Nianhe straightened her back even more; the smile that was originally on her face was gone without a trace.

Carl swallowed hard, his brain, which was only good at calculating petty profits, truly couldn’t understand why he had prompted such an exaggerated reaction just by discussing a price and filing a complaint.

In front of the cold firearm, Carl cowered. He stumbled backward, waving his hands: "No, no, that’s not it, I just think that the price for the orchid is unreasonable..."

Lin Nianhe crossed her arms, lifting the gun slightly towards him, and said nonchalantly, "Come on, explain to me, what do you mean ’unreasonable’."

"It’s just unreasonable..."

"Explain, what is ’unreasonable’!"

"Just, just unreasonable..."

"I’m telling you to explain! What is un-reason-able!"

Carl’s face turned red with frustration, and under pressure, he finally shouted: "The price for the orchid headwear is too high! The cheapest is six US dollars! There’s no gold or silver in it, it’s just a small metal hairpiece! That price is just unreasonable!"

Lin Nianhe: "Oh, that does sound quite unreasonable indeed."

Carl wiped off the sweat, panting heavily, and looked at Lin Nianhe with pitiful eyes like a little wife’s: "You see, that’s what I mean by unreasonable."

Lin Nianhe glanced at the foreign merchants around, seeing them also in awe at such high-priced headwear, she felt quite satisfied.

Alright, thanks to the enemy for the free publicity.

Lin Nianhe raised her head, looking at Carl with a sympathetic gaze, and slowly shook her head: "I genuinely feel a bit sorry for you, as a businessman, you can’t even understand the value of the product."

Carl stared blankly, confused by Lin Nianhe’s sudden change of tone.

Lin Nianhe stood tall, looked around, and spoke out loud: "The grand Huaxia civilization has a history of five thousand years, with an enduring and extensive culture, and even the ’trivial headwear’ you mentioned contains our heritage and culture."

Lin Nianhe turned her head towards the brilliantly shimmering coral tree, drawing the gaze of everyone around her to look along with her.

"The orchid’s display uses wood to showcase the beauty of coral, not just to create a simple platform, but because in our culture, coral symbolizes safety and wealth, and they are wishing all the guests safety, prosperity, and auspiciousness in their own way;"

"The headwear you see, their fabrics use auspicious cloud patterns, charm patterns, bat patterns, character patterns... all these are patterns with beautiful meanings which have been passed down for thousands of years; those jade and pearls, jade stands for good fortune and blessings, pearls symbolize preciousness; and those exquisite skills, aren’t they the crystallization of the wisdom of countless generations?"

Meanwhile, all the translators were busy interpreting these words into various languages, unintentionally straightening their backs as well.

Among the foreign merchants, nods were given, faces full of admiration as if they truly understood.

Lin Nianhe returned her gaze to Carl.

"This is what you call a ’trivial headpiece’, and I also think its price is very unreasonable because—"

"Anyone with a slight sense of aesthetics and cultural understanding would think that six US dollars is not worthy of it."

The foreign merchants nodded vigorously, who wouldn’t want to admit they lack neither aesthetics nor culture.

Carl’s face was devoid of any other expression, mouth agape, dumbstruck.

Lin Nianhe took a step forward, prodding him in the chest with the gun barrel: "If I hear you utter any word that disrespects Huaxia culture again, I will make sure you get a proper experience of Huaxia’s penal culture."

Despite Lin Nianhe not using much force, Carl fell to the ground, his legs giving way as the gun barrel touched him.

The surrounding foreign merchants burst into laughter at this.

The translators also wanted to laugh, but they were professionals, and even if amused, they wouldn’t laugh out loud.

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, turned her head to the secretary, and whispered, "You see, I didn’t fire the gun, and as such a delicate and weak girl, I don’t have much strength. He’s clearly playing victim here, I won’t be compensating, you know."

The secretary nodded repeatedly, whispering back, "Yes, yes, whatever you say is right. Quickly give me the gun, you’re the first one besides him and me to touch it!"

"Ah? Then you should take good care of it, don’t let anyone snatch it away." Lin Nianhe handed back the gun respectfully with both hands.

Secretary: "..."

For so many years, aside from you, indeed nobody dares to snatch it away.