Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 552 - 551: A Sudden Impulse? Or A Long-Planned Scheme?

Chapter 552: Chapter 551: A Sudden Impulse? Or A Long-Planned Scheme?

"Have you heard? Xiao Lin from the Foreign Trade Department messed up over a dozen deals just today!"

"What? Isn’t that messing around? Doesn’t the department care?"

"Why would they care? Right after she takes a foreign client away, there are others knocking on the door fighting over the quotas. She even managed to sell the defective printed cloth from several textile factories!"

"What? Which foreign client is so foolish? What would they do with defective cloth?"

"Shhh—keep it down, what defective cloth are we talking about? That’s clearly an homage to the great Post-Impressionist painter Van Gogh."

The two gossiping comrades tensed up and as they turned around, they saw Lin Nianhe’s eyes brimming with laughter.

"Art?"

"Post-Impressionist?"

The two looked at each other and then back at Lin Nianhe, wanting to ask how she could say such things without shame.

They had seen plenty of defective cloth, some with uneven threads, some with dye stains, overlapping patterns or mixed colors... Textile factories would sell such cloth without cloth tickets and at low prices; many people bought it for use as lining or as covers for quilts and bedsheets.

Lin Nianhe was completely unashamed, even thoughtfully stroking her chin: "This was a spur-of-the-moment idea. When I get back, I should discuss with the textile factory, we shouldn’t just dispose of flawed fabrics like this."

The onlookers didn’t know what to say anymore.

A spur-of-the-moment idea?

This looked premeditated no matter how you looked at it!

Lin Nianhe casually chatted with the two of them and then left. She was truly exhausted that day, endlessly accompanying Nishi through several negotiation rooms, dealing with different manufacturers, and constantly being glared at by Nishi with fiery eyes; she was nearly suffering from heatstroke.

At first, the manufacturers were baffled by her seeming determination to bring the contracts to an impasse, but each time shortly after Lin Nianhe left, there would coincidentally be one to five foreign businessmen rushing over upon hearing that there were still quotas available.

Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times... that clearly indicates it’s intentional.

Especially since those businessmen were always followed by someone saying "the highest bidder gets it."

Yet, the one who proposed such an aggravating suggestion continued to be untouched, because right next to her was a girl with "ready to fight" written all over her face.

The girl’s presence was so formidable that she dominated men a head taller than her; they all behaved as meek as little bunnies, wiping their tears and praising the idea in various languages.

Later, as some eyewitnesses testified, just this morning when the foreign businessmen rushed in, this girl beat down a burly man half a head taller than her right in front of everyone.

At that moment, the vast square fell silent due to the violent scene – only foreign businessmen with some understanding of Chinese heard the man wailing something like "this isn’t something that can be settled with just a case of soda."

Wen Lan brought two cases of soda into Chang Shihong’s room, dusted off her hands, and said, "Two cases, delivered to you, stop howling."

Chang Shihong and others were crammed eight to a room at the guesthouse where they stayed; they were fortunate. Some who couldn’t find beds spread mats and slept in the corridors.

Fortunately, the weather in Sui City was hot, or else they would have surely fallen ill.

Seeing Wen Lan, Chang Shihong tensed up involuntarily: "What am I howling about? Wasn’t that to make it look real!"

As he said this, he seemed to remember that they were not acting now, and that the fierce girl wouldn’t be throwing him down again. Relieved, he glanced behind Wen Lan: "Hey, where’s the kid?"

He wasn’t really hurt; the initial fall was quite painful, but the subsequent hits were just for show – they didn’t really hurt him at all.

He didn’t mention Lin Nianhe by name, but Wen Lan instantly knew who he was referring to: "Oh, you mean Hezi? She was called off to a meeting." After a pause, Wen Lan added, "This time it’s a real meeting."

"Oh, is that so."

Lin Nianhe was indeed in a meeting.

Unlike last time when no one paid attention to them, this time many people took the initiative to greet them, and even those who had no contact with them kept glancing their way because of various rumors.

Not just the adults, even Niuwa attracted quite a bit of whispering.

Because during the day, someone had seen that it was this child who "guided" the foreign merchants to find the factories with precision!

He wandered around the exhibition like a curious child, always inadvertently revealing important information to those foreign merchants who let their guard down around a child.

The effect was way better than shouting through a megaphone right into the ears of the merchants.

Lin Nianhe looked down sorrowfully and yawned: "Don’t look at me; I want to sleep."

Although the glasses were exquisitely made, one would eventually be exposed when looked at by too many people—after all, those "eyes" won’t blink.

Niuwa’s little face was flushed, he leaned against Lin Nianhe, his smile upturned, eyes extra bright.

These past few days, he always thought he was here only because Sister Hehe was partial to him.

He never expected that he could actually be of help!

Wong Xiao was sitting on the other side of Lin Nianhe, rubbing his face anxiously: "Xiao Lin, wouldn’t Nishi come after you once she catches on?"

"What trouble could she give me? I’ve been blocking her from buying, yet she insisted on acting recklessly. Is it my fault I didn’t chop off her hand that signed the contract?"

Lin Nianhe was quite innocent.

Today, just as she was following Nishi out of a negotiation room, Fu Qin from the Shanghai Textile Factory came to find Lin Nianhe with a small piece of sample cloth.

The two of them whispered to each other on the side, naturally attracting Nishi’s attention.

Nishi looked at Lin Nianhe for a while, then suddenly asked the interpreter what they were talking about.

Today, the interpreter was too idle and his mind was a bit numb; upon hearing the question, he subconsciously translated: "She says this is the impressionist style pattern she wanted..." The interpreter clamped his mouth shut after the first half of the sentence, refusing to translate the rest to Nishi.

What unexpected could happen after that?

Under Nishi’s threat of "You’re openly seizing the foreign trade quota," Lin Nianhe gritted her teeth and tearfully gave up this batch of unique cloth.

Watching the factory directors from the textile mills looking at Lin Nianhe with tearful eyes, Nishi was in good spirits—they were feeling guilty for not being able to help Lin Nianhe.

She didn’t care whether they felt guilty or not, as long as she could stop Lin Nianhe, she was happy.

And that cloth, upon inspection, had some patterns overlapping, creating a vague beauty.

Growing up immersed in art, Nishi felt this was freedom, individuality, a kind of advanced beauty that didn’t conform to the mundane world; she even thought she got a bargain, having bought such a piece of art at the price of ordinary cloth.

"Huaxia people really don’t recognize a good thing."

With such musings, Nishi couldn’t be bothered to hold Lin Nianhe accountable for meddling in her negotiations today.

Recalling the day’s events, Lin Nianhe humbly nodded to several factory directors who thanked her and then told Wong Xiao: "You really don’t have to worry too much, this batch of cloth isn’t actually defective, it’s all about how you use it."

Even if it was flawed, it was carefully selected; all the textile factories in the exhibition area together could only make up such a batch, the quality was fine, it was just that the prints overlapped. Sold to ordinary households, they could still make fine clothes out of them.

Wong Xiao asked: "How can it be used?"

"Well, it really can be made into Head Flower. If Nishi didn’t fall for it, I was really planning to take them. How could I let Aunt Fu’s effort go to waste? It’s also hard work to pick out the usable ones from the flawed materials."