Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 549 - 548: The Peak of the Second-Rate Dealer

Chapter 549: Chapter 548: The Peak of the Second-Rate Dealer

When Shen Yu returned, Lin Nianhe had already handed out fifty-six number plates.

Seeing this, Shen Yu smiled and clasped his fists towards Lin Nianhe: "Thank you."

It’s most comfortable doing business with someone clear-headed. Lin Nianhe offered a slight smile: "I merely lent a helping hand. Uncle Shen has always treated me like family, naturally, I should reciprocate."

Chang Jinzhong, standing next to Shen Yu, was less composed. His steps were somewhat erratic, and his gaze even more so.

Lin Nianhe leaned in and softly asked him: "Uncle Chang, how many did you sign?"

Chang Jinzhong’s mind wasn’t really working properly, and he responded instinctively: "All, all sold out."

To be precise, what Chang Jinzhong had sold was eighty-five percent of the machinery factory’s production capacity over the next six months, and that’s at full power production.

A whole six hundred thousand units!

Chang Jinzhong had never dreamt that one day the machinery factory’s export contracts could be counted by the ’ten thousands’, and the transaction volume measured in ’hundreds of millions’.

Initially, when Shen Yu suggested taking the entire quota, Chang Jinzhong thought he was just teasing him.

It took a full half an hour for both sides to make the other realize the magnitude of such a number and to truly believe he wanted six hundred thousand units.

Then, the discussion turned to the various details of the contracts. Neither Chang Jinzhong nor Shen Yu dared to be careless, both parties minutely scrutinizing even the punctuation.

Although the contract signed and stamped by both parties was now in Chang Jinzhong’s embrace, he still felt no sense of reality.

Lin Nianhe snapped him back to the present with three words: "Three million."

Chang Jinzhong: "...?"

It took him a good while to grasp what Lin Nianhe meant—the first contract he signed was for Lin Nianhe, giving her one percent of the export transaction volume for the hand-cranked threshing machines!

Three, three million?

Chang Jinzhong’s pupils narrowed, his head buzzing.

Lin Nianhe silently added: "There’s a contract with Uncle Huang."

Chang Jinzhong’s mouth twitched fiercely twice.

He took a deep breath and asked uncertainly: "Xiao Lin, did you anticipate making this much money?"

"You make it sound like I’m unjustly accused," Lin Nianhe looked at him earnestly, "I too wanted a stable job back then, but you wouldn’t give me one!"

Chang Jinzhong: "..."

It seems... it actually was like that...

But three million...

Lin Nianhe blinked her eyes and consoled: "Uncle Chang, don’t just focus on my three million. You’re the person who generated three hundred million in foreign currency. In all these years at the Trade Fair, has any other machinery factory in the nation achieved such an amount? Besides, three hundred million, surely the machinery factory can make at least fifty percent profit, right?"

Chang Jinzhong felt as if every pore on his body was opening up.

From today onwards, Beijing Machinery Factory is the nation’s top!

"And moreover, Uncle Shen is someone I brought to you. You were relaxing here, chatting away, and suddenly made three hundred million. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to quibble over my three million?"

Upon reflection, Chang Jinzhong could not help but nod.

Indeed, the contract was meant to be signed with Lin Nianhe, the designs were her drawings, and the foreign merchant was introduced by her. The only thing he did from start to finish was to call Old Rongzi out of the workshop.

What’s there to be dissatisfied about?

He did give Lin Nianhe one percent, but the machinery factory still had ninety-nine percent!

All this was brought in by Lin Nianhe, he must be content.

Chang Jinzhong showed his teeth in a wide grin: "Xiao Lin, rest assured, your share will definitely be intact. If you come up with more designs in the future, bring them to Uncle. I’ll still give you one percent of the foreign trade transaction volume!"

With three hundred million as his backing, the usually cautious and meticulous Chang Jinzhong also brightened up.

Lin Nianhe gave him a thumbs up: "Uncle Chang is really something."

Chang Jinzhong laughed out loud, but couldn’t help worrying: "Ah, there are still so many foreign merchants in line, and we can’t squeeze out a single piece of merchandise anymore. We have to ensure the remaining production is for government procurement and distribution."

"Don’t worry about it, Uncle Shen will handle it," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "Take a break, I’ll go give a hand."

"Huh?"

Chang Jinzhong looked at Lin Nianhe, puzzled.

Lin Nianhe didn’t explain, but after exchanging glances with Shen Yu beside him, he regretfully approached Vladimir: "I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Vladimir, our goods have sold out. Although you are our second customer, there really isn’t a single unit left."

"What?" Vladimir looked at Lin Nianhe in astonishment, "How is this possible? I am number two!"

"I have to tell you that our total quota is only 600,000 units, all ordered by that Mr. Shen Yu," Lin Nianhe pointed at Shen Yu not far away and didn’t forget to loudly explain the situation again in English to the people queuing up behind.

"Shen Yu!"

"You bastard!"

Like a provoked brown bear, Vladimir took just a couple of steps and reached Shen Yu, grabbing his collar: "You did this on purpose just to oppose me, didn’t you!"

With the smile of a victor on his face, Shen Yu remained composed: "Vladimir, I simply beat you to it again."

"You..."

Vladimir swore profusely, clearly not only bearing a grudge for the present but also harboring numerous old resentments.

Shen Yu didn’t back down either, continuously firing back even though his collar was being held.

After returning to the booth, Lin Nianhe sat down, took out some sunflower seeds and shared them with Rong Zhiguo, even translating the quarrel between the two men for him.

Rong Zhiguo warned her while pressing on her arm: "Even if they’re bashing each other’s brains out, you’re not allowed to go over and break it up!"

"Of course, I won’t," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "and they won’t start a fight anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Just watch."

Sure enough, after a short but intense verbal fight that lasted twenty minutes, Shen Yu and Vladimir parted ways amiably.

Shen Yu straightened his collar and looked down on Vladimir with arrogance: "Barbarian, now I’m the only one with the goods, US$ 320 per unit, you want it or not?"

"You’re robbing me!" Vladimir’s face turned red with anger.

Shen Yu simply waved his hand: "Forget it then, move aside, don’t delay my business."

With that, he glanced at the circle of competitors nearby, who were eyeing him eagerly with their number tags.

Vladimir: "..."

Shen Yu, holding a contract for 600,000 hand-cranked threshers in his left hand, led a group of customers interested in buying with his right hand.

Without moving an inch, he split the 600,000 hand-cranked threshers cleanly at a price of US$ 320 each.

Lin Nianhe admired him sincerely: "Worthy of being the old fox, a middleman who could do this, I truly admire him."

She threw away her sunflower seed shells and stood up, saying, "Master, have a rest. I’m going to settle the account and take care of a little trouble."

Lin Nianhe went around and made a gesture to Shen Yu, who was guiding a group of people to sign contracts like a tour guide. After he nodded in her direction, she trotted out the door.

Nonchalantly, she went to the popcorn vendor, told Chang Shihong that he could pack up and added another 20 cents for Uncle Huang, then looked at the popcorn piles as big as small hills with a headache.

"Ahem, Brother Chang, I’m just a kid with little strength, why don’t you carry these popcorn back and share them with everyone?"

"Don’t kids love this stuff? Why don’t you sit here and eat it all?"

"..."