Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 546 - 545: Popcorn Marketing Method

Chapter 546: Chapter 545: Popcorn Marketing Method

Wang Shumei had no illusions about Lin Nianhe being her "actual relative."

It was no surprise that her familiarity with her "actual relative" had lasted about as long as her own.

There, Wang Shumei just watched as she chatted for ten minutes with the person in charge of the corn booth at the food section exit, and then the woman, who was over forty, looked at Lin Nianhe with the same affectionate gaze one would give their own child.

She not only agreed to place the corn threshing machine at their booth but also gave Lin Nianhe a handful of popcorn as a snack.

Lin Nianhe ate a piece of popcorn and casually asked the lady where she bought it. The lady, being very enthusiastic, detailed to Lin Nianhe exactly which stall by the entrance of the exhibition was selling the popcorn, as if worried she wouldn’t be able to find it.

"Sister Shumei, can you do me a favor?"

After leaving the food exhibit area, Lin Nianhe shared half of the popcorn with Wang Shumei.

"What’s up?" Wang Shumei tossed a piece of popcorn in her mouth and casually asked.

"Nishi will come to the booth looking for me later, just tell her I was called away to a meeting and ask her to wait a bit," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "Make sure to tell her exactly that I said it, I’ll be right back, and she must patiently wait for me."

"Huh?" Wang Shumei looked at her puzzledly, "What are you going to do?"

"Let her experience the malevolence of the world."

Lin Nianhe had just agreed to Nishi’s request entirely because she had a good idea.

From the perspective of the Foreign Trade Department and the factory, they would absolutely not use the Spring Trade Fair’s transaction volume as a bargaining chip to buy Lin Nianhe some time; the fact that Minister Huang had chosen not to interfere in their competition was already the most leniency he could afford.

Lin Nianhe didn’t want to impact other departments’ transactions either, but when Nishi came right up to her, how could she refuse?

Lin Nianhe had thought it through well—she’d delay Nishi for a day or half a day. If other departments made good sales, she could drag Nishi along until their dead end; if other departments still had some assorted unsold items, then she’d take Nishi along to clean up.

Such a brilliant strategy, advancing and retreating as needed.

Now everything was ready, just missing a stroke of divine intervention.

Lin Nianhe rubbed her hands together, looking at Wang Shumei with full expectation.

Wang Shumei clicked her tongue and nodded: "Fine, just keep her running around as instructed; I’m familiar with this kind of tactic."

"Eh? Sister Shumei, you’ve done this kind of thing before?"

Wang Shumei had a complicated expression: "I used to be the one who was dragged around."

Lin Nianhe was completely reassured.

These experiences are the best teacher. She always believed that those who sent operators running back and forth had each been kicked around at least a hundred times before.

Leaving everything to Sister Shumei, Lin Nianhe swayed back to the Beijing Machinery Factory booth.

"Master, the steel factories in Xi City and Shanghai have set up our threshing machines; could you let my elder apprentice brother deliver some corn cobs to both sides?"

This time they came well-prepared, bringing two sacks of corn cobs specifically to publicly demonstrate the efficiency of the threshing machines.

"Okay."

Rong Zhiguo was also of the mindset to hit wherever possible, assigned his elder apprentice brother and another colleague to bring half a sack of corn cobs to both the steel factory and food section booths.

Seeing four threshing machines left at their booth, Lin Nianhe decided to pick up a pocket of corn cobs herself; carrying the threshing machine in her left hand, and corn cobs and a small stool in her right, she spoke to Rong Zhiguo: "Master, I’m heading out."

"Where are you off to now?"

"Making popcorn."

Rong Zhiguo: "...?"

Do you have to bring your own corn for popcorn making?

Lin Nianhe really went to find the Popcorn Grandpa with stuff in her hands.

"Grandpa, can you help me out?" Lin Nianhe asked smilingly, looking at the grandpa who was sitting on a stool leisurely smoking.

The grandpa looked up at her: "What do you need?"

Familiarly placing a small stool next to him and sitting down, Lin Nianhe first showed him her work badge, then said, "I’d like to borrow your place for a bit. I’ll stay here for a while, and you make popcorn for me. I’ll take however much you make; does that work for you?"

"Ah?"

The grandpa was confused.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked, "How long will you be staying?"

"Shortest, a couple of hours, longest, an entire afternoon," replied Lin Nianhe honestly.

It was lunchtime, and the foreign traders were spread out, some going to eat and some returning. If things went smoothly, she could reel in some clients in just a couple of hours, but if not, it was hard to say how long it might take.

The grandpa, frowning: "Even in just one hour I can make a lot, how can you finish all of it by yourself?"

Lin Nianhe waved her hand towards her colleagues behind: "There are many of our comrades here. Each person can have one piece, don’t worry, and if people come to buy, just sell as usual. I’ll take care of the rest."

The grandpa was somewhat baffled, not understanding what the girl was up to, but he nodded anyway: "Alright then."

After all, this was his job, so he might as well do it.

Lin Nianhe looked around, adjusted her position to ensure that the grandpa would not be in her way, and then set up the corn sheller, ready with a piece of corn for the resounding "bang".

Lin Nianhe held the handle, focused and waiting...

"Hey? Kid, what are you doing here?"

The familiar and annoying address made Lin Nianhe roll her eyes internally.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Chang Shihong approaching her with an ice pop in his mouth and carrying two bottles of soda.

"Brother Chang." Lin Nianhe kept her face straight, maintaining a polite smile.

Chang Shihong, even more familiar, casually sat down next to her, quickly popped open the soda bottles he had.

He handed one to Lin Nianhe: "Why aren’t you resting inside on such a hot day, instead of staying out here in the sun?"

"Thanks." Lin Nianhe took the soda and pointed to the setup she had arranged, "I plan to demonstrate our corn sheller with grandpa’s popcorn-making as background music."

Chang Shihong looked at the gear on the ground and then at the hardworking Popcorn Grandpa, understanding Lin Nianhe’s intention.

He waved his hand: "Alright, go inside and rest, I’ll stay and watch here."

"You?"

"Just waiting for the popcorn to start popping and for the foreigners to come over when they hear the noise to see the corn shelling," Chang Shihong said cheerily, "I can handle it."

Lin Nianhe suddenly felt respect and a bit embarrassed: "Brother Chang, I should do it, it’s hot outside."

"That’s exactly why I can’t let a young lady like you stay out here," Chang Shihong said matter-of-factly, "I’m a rough guy, not afraid of the sun. You look too slick to suffer here."

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to thank him, she heard him continue: "Besides, you’re not much bigger than Beanny, from a distance the foreign traders wouldn’t even notice you."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

He really knew how to make people withdraw their gratitude instantly!