Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 541 - 540 Ancient Proverb Says—

Chapter 541: Chapter 540 Ancient Proverb Says—

Nishi found Lin Nianhe while they were dining.

Five people, six dishes, and glutinous rice cakes specially made by the head chef of Sui City Hotel after learning that they had sold out all their quotas for the day.

They were having a jolly time, creating a scene that was particularly glaring.

A hint of coldness flashed in Nishi’s eyes as she walked over slowly, a smile already hanging on her lips: "Lin, you’ve returned quite early."

"Yes," Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded, "We sold out all our quotas, if it wasn’t because we couldn’t leave early, we would be on our way home tomorrow."

Seeing her pretending to be naive, Nishi directly stated her purpose: "Lin, our Abel family wants to import a batch of ’Lan’ hair accessories."

Lin Nianhe looked helpless and spread her hands, "Then you’ll have to wait until the autumn trade fair. We don’t have any quotas left now, or you might try visiting Friendship Store, a small batch was delivered there today."

The so-called "small batch" was actually not small at all; the total was twelve thousand pieces. These were the samples they had brought with them, initially brought in abundance by Lin Nianhe just in case. Now that the goods had been sold out, there was no need to keep them, and finding their desired owners was also very important.

However, the unit price of the hair accessories in Friendship Store was different from those at the Spring Trade Fair, with an average surcharge of 25%.

After all, there had to be a clear distinction between retail and wholesale;

After all, Lin Nianhe insisted that their pricing at the Spring Trade Fair was at cost.

Nishi narrowed her eyes, looking at Lin Nianhe who was contentedly chewing on a carrot, and clenched her fist then softened her tone with a smile: "Lin, aren’t we good friends? I heard you signed a contract with Rossi family of Milan, though I shouldn’t, but I must remind you, Rossi family isn’t a qualified merchant."

"We certainly are good friends," Lin Nianhe also smiled, "but there is an old saying in Huaxia—’business is business’, and since we are in commerce, we conduct business affairs. Nishi, our friendship is not enough for me to bear millions in penalty fees just to add bricks to the Abel family’s business plans."

Under the warm afterglow of the setting sun, the two girls, one standing and one sitting, both were smiling, but their gazes clashed as if sparks were flying.

Wong Xiao stole a glance at Nishi and continued to eat his fried rice cake heads down.

He wasn’t worried about Lin Nianhe at all.

Not to mention such a tender and delicate young girl, even the fiercest woman in their county had to behave and tuck her tail in front of Lin Nianhe.

Nishi didn’t care about the gazes of others. She kept her focus on Lin Nianhe and after a moment, she said: "I will pay the penalty fee for you, just transfer Rossi’s quota to me and raise the price by another 2%."

Lin Nianhe stretched out her index finger and slowly shook it: "No can do, there is another saying in Huaxia—’a promise is worth a thousand horses’. I cannot betray an ally just for a slight benefit."

Nishi’s hand trembled unconsciously.

Born in Paris and raised in Milan, she naturally understood that the ’Lan’ brand hair accessories could definitely set off a wave. As the Abel family gradually fell into decline in recent years and the vigor of her grandfather swiftly declined with time, if they don’t seek change, failure was just a matter of time.

Undoubtedly, the person who can bring back change now will surely become the next leader.

The timing of Lin Nianhe and Lan’s appearance was very good, yet not entirely favorable.

If it were a few years earlier, Nishi could have waved her hand to directly buy Lin Nianhe’s goods. In the absolute gap of power, the terms Lin Nianhe could offer were nothing more than two candies for a friend to Nishi.

But they appeared precisely when Nishi was struggling. From the afternoon tea on the first day, Nishi realized her fate and the rise and fall of her family were tied to Lin Nianhe and her ’Lan’.

She didn’t believe the stories Lin Nianhe made, but that wasn’t important at all. She even hoped that Lin Nianhe could come up with more fascinating stories. How could a blue diamond dug out from a mine be the same price as the blue diamond that was with Louis XVI at the guillotine?

She liked Lin Nianhe’s stories, but not her ambition.

She has the same ambitious look in her eyes as I do, and we both conceal our ambitions under a calm and obedient facade.

Nishi knew well that if she didn’t dominate the partnership, she would eventually find herself at Lin Nianhe’s mercy.

She made the best decision for herself—keeping Lin Nianhe hanging. As long as she could last three days, once Lin Nianhe realized her plans were futile, she would be safe.

But Nishi never expected that in just one day, Lin Nianhe would give her a tremendous "surprise."

Now, with their roles reversed, Nishi had no choice but to swallow her pride and plead with her.

"Lin, tell me, how much is enough?" Nishi’s palms were sweaty.

Lin Nianhe appeared not to notice her nervousness; she smiled to herself and after sipping some juice, said, "I do like to speak nicely, but don’t assume I’m easy to talk to."

Her tone was calm, the words carried no aggression, yet Nishi’s face turned abruptly pale.

Because Lin Nianhe had spoken that sentence in French.

Her smiling eyes were filled with endless coldness, looking at her in a mocking and somewhat pitying way.

"It turns out it’s not one day, but just half a day."

Nishi muttered under her breath.

No wonder Lin Nianhe had been quoting Huaxia proverbs continuously, she had heard Nishi’s ironic remark about the Huaxia people.

Nishi couldn’t comprehend how Lin Nianhe managed to hear her words from such a distance, or understand—was it really just over a sentence? Was she really that petty?

Finally, Lin Nianhe stood up, a smile on her lips, and extended her right hand towards Nishi: "Miss Nishi, please come earlier next time."

Nishi shook her hand, her smile faded: "Actually, at the autumn trade fair, you wouldn’t give me a quota either, right?"

Lin Nianhe’s smile was particularly glaring as if praising her intelligence.

She crisply said, "Right."

Nishi narrowed her eyes: "You surely can’t naively think that the Rossi family has the ability to compete with our Abel family, right? If I wanted, I could even have the police guard in front of Rossi’s store every day."

Lin Nianhe looked hurt: "Nishi, you’re making me sad. There’s an old Huaxia saying—’Deal or no deal, goodwill remains’, even if we can’t cooperate, we are still friends who have shared afternoon tea."

Nishi shook her head: "Ha, I don’t think our friendship allows me to overlook my family’s interests to tolerate your repeated provocations."

Lin Nianhe wore a look of regret and said nothing.

"Do you Huaxia people have any other old saying suitable for this situation?"

Having already revealed her disdain, Nishi did not bother to conceal her contempt anymore.

Lin Nianhe smiled beautifully, nodding her little head repeatedly:

"Of course—"

"Harmony brings wealth."