Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 551 - 550: She Said, No Way

Chapter 551: Chapter 550: She Said, No Way

"I’d like to ask you to help me exchange three million for gold."

Lin Nianhe said.

"That’s easy, and the international gold price has been pretty good lately. But where are you going to store such a large amount of gold?" Shen Yu said with a smile, looking at Lin Nianhe, "I have a private residence in Tsim Sha Tsui. It’s not huge, but I want to give it to you."

"I really couldn’t accept that," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, shaking her head and giving the response she had prepared earlier, "when we deliver goods to you, we can bring the gold back by ship on the return trip. I’ll pay the freight."

Shen Yu’s so-called ’not huge’ private residence must be extraordinary, but Lin Nianhe still refused.

The intention behind Shen Yu’s offering such a generous gift was all too clear.

There’s an old saying, only when you don’t accept gifts, are you truly priceless.

"Alright, we’ll do it your way," Shen Yu took a sip of wine, "it would be nice for you to stay in that house if you ever have a chance to visit Xiangjiang. It was decorated by my wife, and a young lady like you would certainly like it."

"Sure, if I have the chance to go to Xiangjiang, I’ll definitely stay at your place," Lin Nianhe cheerfully replied, and once again gently refused the offer of the property.

Finding himself unable to give the gift, Shen Yu felt somewhat helpless.

He was about to say something when he heard the excited voice of his nephew: "Uncle! Look, I bought so many fun things today! I got gifts for everyone, look look look..."

Shen Yu: "My household is doomed."

Shen Hongzun pulled out a bag for Lin Nianhe: "Miss Lin, this is for you, a tea set from Beijing Ceramics Factory, it’s very beautiful."

Shen Yu: "..."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

A Xiangjiang person buying a tea set from Beijing Ceramics Factory in Sui City to gift to a Beijing person.

This gift... really has a taste of home, doesn’t it?

Looking at Shen Hongzun’s clear eyes, not yet clouded by worldly concerns, Lin Nianhe said with a smile: "Thank you for buying me a gift, but we have rules, we can’t accept gifts from foreign guests unless it’s official."

Shen Hongzun’s face showed disappointment, but then he had a clever idea. He grabbed Lin Nianhe and went up to a waiter, handing over the bag to Lin Nianhe in front of the waiter: "Now there is a witness, it’s not private!"

Lin Nianhe was completely defeated by his logic.

She could probably guess why the Shen Family would fall from grace in twenty years.

Rubbing her forehead, Lin Nianhe hesitated for a moment before accepting the gift box: "I’ll have to report this to my superior. If he disapproves, I can only return it to you."

"Okay, okay, it’s really just a tea set, nothing serious," Shen Hongzun assured, patting his chest confidently.

Lin Nianhe didn’t stay any longer and, after saying goodbye to Shen Yu, went to look for Minister Huang with the gift box.

She felt a little sad—Shen Hongzun had given her such a gift, she felt too embarrassed to bring up the matter of ’five yuan and twenty cents’ to Shen Yu again.

Compared to the tea set, she actually preferred the ’five yuan and twenty cents’.

Minister Huang hadn’t had dinner yet and was still busy.

After listening to Lin Nianhe’s explanation, he nonchalantly had his secretary check the gift and log it, then without raising his head, said to Lin Nianhe: "Lass, there’s quite a stir over at the machinery factory. You did well."

"Heh heh, just lucky is all," Lin Nianhe said with a smile.

"It’s more than just luck..." Minister Huang wrote a line of text, looked up at Lin Nianhe, "Lass, don’t return to Lan County, come back to Beijing with me."

"I have students waiting for me," Lin Nianhe shook her head, "I promised them that I’d bring back gifts when I left."

Minister Huang frowned, with a bit of a sigh: "You, Nianhe, are truly wasting your talents in Lan County."

"The world is vast, and there is much to do," Lin Nianhe said, "Lan County is in good shape now, as well."

"That is true," Minister Huang flipped through a couple more pages before asking, "What results can you deliver for the autumn trade fair?"

"As for the machinery factory, it’s hard to say, but for the Lan County Textile Factory, we could double the results."

Lin Nianhe spoke with a casual tone as if discussing the weather, yet her words were incredibly bold.

The invisible bragging was indeed terrifying; the secretary at the side trembled, almost dropping a teacup.

"The machinery factory has indeed been quite fierce this year," Minister Huang laughed when he thought of it, "it’s just that the Shen Family got a huge bargain."

Lin Nianhe carefully stated: "The Shen Family holds a high status in Xiangjiang. By binding their interests with ours, wait another twenty-one years, and the Shen Family might play a significant role. Fifty million, whoever earns it, earns it. It might as well be used to invest in a future, consider it as offering the Shen Family a sweet jujube. Shen Yu is a wise man; he knows what to do."

Minister Huang paused his hand, looked up at Lin Nianhe, his eyes filled with a different kind of meaning: "You, young one, are thinking quite far ahead."

"One without long-term concerns is sure to face immediate troubles; I’m used to thinking ahead," Lin Nianhe smiled lightly, shrugging her shoulders, "but the future holds many possibilities, so I can only try to think a bit more, and do the best I can."

"Not bad at all, much better than those blockheads in my house," Minister Huang took a sip of water, then told her, "Go back and rest, you must be tired."

"Alright then, don’t forget to eat."

"Alright, I will."

...

The next day, Nishi really did come looking for Lin Nianhe early in the morning.

To her surprise, Lin Nianhe was actually there. She didn’t utter a word of nonsense and went straight to accompany her to negotiate with the factory.

"This price absolutely won’t do. When my family made purchases last year, it was eighty-two yuan. This year it’s risen to ninety, this is way too much. My bottom line is eighty-three yuan, not a yuan more."

During the negotiation, Nishi stated confidently.

Opposite her was the salesperson from the Beijing Ceramics Factory, with Lin Nianhe and a translator sitting by the side.

The salesperson was also very determined: "Our products have seen improvements this year, and the cost of materials has also increased. How could it possibly be the same price as before? Eighty-three yuan is absolutely impossible. Our quotas are already very limited, and it is only because your family is our long-time customer that we have reserved this amount for you. If you don’t want it, then forget it. We have no worries about selling."

After the salesperson finished talking, Nishi didn’t look at the translator, but directly asked Lin Nianhe: "What did she say?"

Lin Nianhe: "She said, no."

"She said so much, and you’re translating just one word for me?"

Lin Nianhe nodded: "Yes, I’ve summarized it for you to save your time."

Nishi was slightly agape, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Negotiations, after all, are about finding flaws in the opponent’s expressions and sentences, and then breaking through them.

Lin Nianhe, however, had directly shielded the Beijing Ceramics Factory from any potential counterattacks.

Lin Nianhe’s thought process was simple – ceramics were in high demand, and the Beijing Ceramics Factory’s quota was indeed only a mere ten thousand sets left, specially reserved for the Abel family as they were old customers.

Given this situation, how could it be Nishi’s turn!