Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 545 - 544 The Path Planned by the Master

Chapter 545: Chapter 544 The Path Planned by the Master

Rong Zhiguo was deeply troubled after hearing Wang Shumei’s accusations, so much so that he wiped his face with his hand.

He waved his hand while holding a cigarette: "Go on, find a cool place to beat her up, I’ll pretend I didn’t see... Just don’t beat her to death."

"Huh?" Lin Nianhe was shocked, "Master! You can’t do this! She came knocking on our door, you can’t just ignore your most adorable and kind little apprentice like that!"

Rong Zhiguo exhaled a puff of white smoke, looking out the window at the clear blue sky, murmuring to himself: "It’s an unfortunate time for our school."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Indeed, one can only rely on oneself.

She said to Wang Shumei, who was holding back a laugh, "Sister Shumei, you see, my master is just being stubborn; he’s too heartbroken to watch, so let’s just let this go, okay?"

Rong Zhiguo turned back, "Am I afraid to watch you get beaten? What I’m afraid of is you splashing blood on the machines and then your senior brother having to kneel there to clean it up."

Lin Nianhe asserted with confidence: "See, what I said is true, isn’t it? Our old man is just all talk but no action."

Rong Zhiguo: "I’m even more all talk in my heart."

"Master, Master, you’re the best master to me. Sister Shumei is one of us, so stop being so insincere."

"I’m not."

"I know you are."

"I’m really not."

Wang Shumei pressed her lips together, looking at Rong Zhiguo with sympathy in her eyes, and sincerely said, "You’ve worked hard."

Rong Zhiguo sighed deeply, "You too."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

What’s this all about?

Her master had never spoken to her in such a gentle tone!

Lin Nianhe brought over a small stool and sat beside Rong Zhiguo, resting her cheek on her hand, she earnestly asked, "Master, is there something that’s making you unhappy?"

Rong Zhiguo glanced at her, "Yes."

"Then tell me, I’ll try my best to help you with it."

"Oh, it’s quite simple—stand up, walk ten steps forward, turn right, and then keep going straight without looking back."

Lin Nianhe glanced upwards at the route Rong Zhiguo had laid out for her.

Well, that’s great, it leads straight out the door.

The cleverness of this route lies in the fact that even if the earth is round, she wouldn’t be able to come back, because the trade fair doesn’t have a back door.

"Master, you’re joking again," Lin Nianhe shamelessly refused to leave, "What’s really the matter?"

She had sensed that the atmosphere was off as soon as she arrived; it was completely different from the laid-back and relaxed banter in their workshop. The quiet at the machinery factory was the silence of helplessness.

Elsewhere, such silence could have many reasons, but at the Spring Trade Fair, silence could only mean one thing.

Rong Zhiguo lit another cigarette and mumbled three words: "No business yet."

"The hand-operated threshing machines haven’t sold yet?"

Rong Zhiguo raised his hand and circulated around the nearby booths: "Nothing has sold."

"Huh?"

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei were both bewildered: "Didn’t they say that the heavy industry zone was leading in sales?"

"That’s for steel and hardware," Rong Zhiguo lifted his eyelids, "As for machinery factories... to sell even one at the Trade Fair is cause for half a day of celebration."

Lin Nianhe’s breathing hitched, her brows furrowed.

That’s right, the machinery industry depends on technological development, and at this period, we don’t have any leading technologies.

This directly results in many foreign merchants who need to import machinery products not attending the Trade Fair at all.

Few people came, so it was even harder to sell our products.

Lin Nianhe frowned in thought for a moment, then directly took two samples of the corn threshing machine, not forgetting to say to Wang Shumei: "Sister Shumei, take two as well. Let’s go out for a bit."

With important matters at hand, Wang Shumei temporarily set aside her insignificant grievances with Lin Nianhe and obediently took two.

Rong Zhiguo shouted at them: "What are you doing?"

Lin Nianhe gave a radiant smile: "Master, I’m a layman at drawing, but what I’m really good at is selling goods."

Rong Zhiguo couldn’t help laughing and crying: "Who are you planning to sell to? There’s even fewer buyers outside the exhibition area."

Lin Nianhe seriously said: "I think that those buying grains should also conveniently buy a threshing machine to take home."

Rong Zhiguo: "Why don’t you just fly to the sky?"

Resentment suddenly surged in Lin Nianhe, feeling quite aggrieved: "That’s because you guys wouldn’t issue me a letter of introduction to take a plane!"

Fly to the sky? She would have liked to! But without an introduction letter, she couldn’t buy a plane ticket, could she!

Heaven knows how much she missed her private plane this morning at the airport.

Lin Nianhe looked at Rong Zhiguo, almost ready to burst into tears.

Rong Zhiguo truly couldn’t understand how a single sentence could make Lin Nianhe so aggrieved, and suddenly felt at a loss: "Hey, look at you, child. What’s so great about riding on a plane? Flying through the sky, it’s so unsafe!"

He stood up, awkwardly consoling Lin Nianhe: "Alright there, no more crying. If you really want to take a plane, next time I’ll have Uncle Chang give you an introduction letter, okay?"

Lin Nianhe burst into laughter, extending a finger toward him: "Pinky promise."

"Tsck."

Rong Zhiguo, with a face full of disdain, extended his calloused hand and perfunctorily pinky promised her.

Lin Nianhe was satisfied and waved at him: "Then I’m off to sell goods, please have Uncle Chang ready for negotiations."

Rong Zhiguo didn’t take her words seriously, thinking she just wanted to contribute, and didn’t stop her, letting the youth have her own adventure.

Lin Nianhe took Wang Shumei straight to the Xi City Steel Factory’s booth, where Factory Director Sun was present, gnawing on a flatbread.

"Hey, Xiao Lin is here." Factory Director Sun looked at Lin Nianhe with a beaming smile.

"Uncle Sun, enjoy your meal." Lin Nianhe greeted with a smile. "You must be having a grand opening here, right?"

"Hahaha, not bad," Factory Director Sun swallowed the rest of his flatbread in a few bites and stood up to ask Lin Nianhe, "What’s up, young lady? What brings you here?"

"I wouldn’t come without good reason," Lin Nianhe placed the corn threshing machine she was carrying down, "Take a look, this is the hand-cranked threshing machine from Beijing Machinery Factory."

Factory Director Sun was a shrewd man and instantly understood Lin Nianhe’s intentions; without waiting for her to speak, he agreed cheerfully: "Just leave this interesting gadget here with me, to show those foreigners something new, so they don’t just rant and rave."

"Thank you so much." Lin Nianhe clasped her hands in gratitude, her attitude very sincere, "There are really too few people at our place, they have no clue we’ve made something new. I’m truly cornered, which is why I’ve come to ask for your help."

"What are you talking about? We’re brother units, after all. Earning foreign exchange is a good thing." Factory Director Sun promptly cleared the most central spot at his booth and placed the threshing machine down neatly.

He wasn’t worried about stealing the show because Xi City Steel Factory was the main attraction, and those who came to his booth had clear intentions of buying steel. Even if they wanted to buy the hand-cranked threshing machine, it wouldn’t delay their usual steel purchases.

"But young lady, you need to bring some corn cobs here," Factory Director Sun thoughtfully said, "If someone wants a demonstration, I can’t just do it with thin air, can I?"

"I’ll have my senior brother bring some over in a bit." Lin Nianhe thanked him repeatedly, "I really can’t thank you enough."

"It’s nothing, and besides, Uncle Sie is rushing you." Factory Director Sun chuckled, pointing to the other threshing machine in her hand, "Just leave this one here as well; I’ll take it to Shanghai Steel Factory myself, let them display it too. Don’t worry about it, he’s an old buddy of mine."

"Uncle Sun, a great kindness does not require thanks, I will surely repay you in the future!"

"Forget it, get on with your business."

"Right away!"

With Wang Shumei in tow, Lin Nianhe actually headed towards the food section.

Wang Shumei couldn’t help but wonder: "Do you really know people from the food factories?"

Lin Nianhe: "Oh, I have some actual relatives over there."

Wang Shumei: "..."