Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 540 - 539: Never See Again

Chapter 540: Chapter 539: Never See Again

Several months ago, Lan County was still an inconspicuous small town with a textile factory, whose annual income was merely five or six thousand yuan.

Wong Xiao, with his grey hair at forty, exhausts his wits and energies.

He never regretted, only hated his own incompetence.

Later, that day at the village school, Lin Nianhe said to him, "Uncle Wong, let’s make head flowers."

Afterward, the whole county dug pits, and they bluffed an order for thirty thousand head flowers each month from Zhai Huayuan; their head flowers sold to Beijing and Shanghai; leaders even visited Lan County specifically for the export of the head flowers.

Even later, on the train, several girls recited the price list over and over again; in the hotel, they wore head flowers and talked to foreign merchants until their voices were hoarse; during meetings, they were so exhausted that they fell asleep while sitting; in the exhibition area, they rushed back and forth, engaging in tactical maneuvers.

What Wong Xiao cherished most was that day, under Lin Nianhe’s clear gaze, he said, "Alright, let’s give it a try."

Wong Xiao straightened up, only to find that the three girls had all avoided him.

"Uncle Wong, what are you doing? You promised to maintain good manners."

"Exactly, you are the elder, we can’t take this kind of scenario."

"Hezi and Meizi are right."

Wong Xiao laughed, wiped his face and said, "Alright, you sit, uncle will go buy you ice cream bars."

Wong Xiao left hastily, he went out and after several turns found a secluded place, then he finally allowed himself to cry freely.

Many images flashed through his mind.

He saw his daughter-in-law making head flowers under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, he knew that this scene was happening in many households; he also saw the villagers constructing in the cold winter, the northwest wind chapped their faces and cracked their hands, but the new factory building was erected, and new sewing machines were brought in.

He saw the joy of the villagers receiving their wages, saw the photograph published in Huaxia Daily, he even envisioned the children in Lan County eating the white, soft cream ice cream, and the high-rise hotels in Sui City...

He saw the future. Old Feng wouldn’t have to make a scene at his doorstep over ten yuan, Old Li and Old He wouldn’t have to argue red-faced over a tractor, and there would never be another Xiao Zhao spending his remaining life in a wheelchair because he couldn’t afford the clinic...

He saw the hard times waving goodbye to them, saying they’d never meet again.

Wong Xiao rubbed his eyes, scolded himself for being weak: "Damn it..."

On the first day of the Spring Trade Fair, Lan County Textile Factory’s one million quota was cleared, totaling 19,219,195.80 yuan in transactions.

On his second call to Factory Director Ji, Wong Xiao’s tone had calmed down a lot.

He said, "Tell Old Feng tonight, we’re not short of money anymore, the county will handle the kids’ school fees from now on."

"Ah! I, I’ll go right now!"

Tonight, many pillows are destined to be drenched.

Wong Xiao returned to the booth with ice cream and soda, having vented, he was rejuvenated.

Sharing ice cream, he said: "I just took a stroll, I saw some factories selling pearls and stuff. I figure once they’re less busy, I’m going to chat with them. There’s not much pearl in Bin City, take this opportunity to see if I can find other factories that might supply."

Catching on to the topic, Lin Nianhe brought up the bet she made with Shanghai Textile Factory this morning: "Uncle Wong, you should keep an eye on it, visit Shanghai Textile Factory when they are not too busy and order a batch of yarn."

"Sure, when the time comes give me a list, I’ll chat with them." Wong Xiao nodded, "I can still handle the domestic factories."

"They’ll be busy for a few more days, no rush."

Lin Nianhe said with a furrowed brow, "Why do I feel like I’ve forgotten something?"

Wang Shumei reminded, "Call your significant other?"

"No, I remember that."

Wen Lan lowered her voice, but couldn’t suppress her eagerness, "Beat up that troublemaker from this afternoon with a sack?"

"I really don’t plan on doing that, honestly!"

Niuwa turned a page of his book and looked up, "Sister Hehe, did you forget about Nishi?"

"Oh right!" Lin Nianhe slapped her forehead, "I was so fired up this afternoon, I forgot about her. Where is she?"

"How would I know?" Wen Lan pouted, "With so many people around, how can we find her?"

"Ah..."

Lin Nianhe was quite disappointed.

She was itching for some action!

...

Nishi had a smooth day at work.

She and her two assistants hustled all day, successfully purchasing a quarter of the goods they originally confirmed, and all within the budget and price range she expected.

At the end of the day, she dragged her tired body onto the Sui City Hotel’s shuttle bus for foreign guests.

Nishi wanted to take a short nap but heard several people bargaining with the driver about stopping at the Friendship Store to buy Lan Brand Headwear first.

Nishi frowned and opened her eyes to look at them, full of confusion.

They weren’t this enthusiastic the past few days; even if they saw the Lan Brand Headwear at the booth today, it wasn’t to this extent.

Of course, she saw those headwear today too; from a woman’s perspective, they were indeed hard to resist. But shouldn’t the priority be the Spring Trade Fair? Even if they can’t buy goods tonight, shouldn’t they be busy reporting back to their companies?

What she understood even less was why two-thirds of those who were most vocal were men...

"What’s going on? What happened?" Nishi tilted her head slightly, asking a girl next to her.

Lin Nianhe had held a tea party at the Sui City Hotel, and the foreign guests had gotten to know each other better.

However, the girl didn’t know either, shaking her head, "I don’t know, something seems to have happened over at the textile section. I didn’t go there today, not very clear."

Nishi sharply realized that while she was busy negotiating and signing contracts in the afternoon, Lin Nianhe must have done something spectacular.

Shen Yu was sitting in the back row resting with his eyes closed. Hearing Nishi’s words, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a clear look of understanding. He subtly smiled and gently patted Shen Hongzun on the shoulder, speaking rapidly in Cantonese in his ear, "Tell him the truth now."

"Huh?" Shen Hongzun was confused, "What truth?"

Shen Yu felt like kicking this pork chop off the bus.

Fortunately, only the two of them from Xiangjiang were on the bus, and Shen Yu directed Shen Hongzun in Cantonese on who to find and what to say. He wasn’t worried about being overheard—even if any of the foreign merchants understood Chinese, they’d at best handle a few phrases of Mandarin and wouldn’t understand Cantonese.

Shen Hongzun understood what his uncle meant, and though he didn’t grasp why it was necessary, he honestly went to the seat behind Nishi and said in English,

"Don’t you know? This afternoon, the ’Lan’ brand made quite an impression, and the Foreign Trade Department confirmed its cultural depth and significance. I was surprised too; I didn’t expect their headwear to carry so many auspicious meanings... Hahaha, that North American guy was ridiculous, daring to complain when he knew nothing. But what can you do, after all their history books are as thin as the United Kingdom’s cookbooks."