Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 553 - 552: Learn Science Well

Chapter 553: Chapter 552: Learn Science Well

After yawning dozens of times, Lin Nianhe was finally able to conclude the meeting.

This year’s Spring Trade Fair was very successful, particularly for a few previously inconspicuous categories that achieved outstanding sales.

This time, not only did Wong Xiao stand tall and proud, but Chang Jinzhong also kept his back straight, with a smile that never left his face.

"Xiao Lin, come, let’s have a meeting together."

The next day, Chang Jinzhong called Lin Nianhe into a small room filled with factory directors and chief engineers from various machinery plants.

Lin Nianhe conscientiously placed his shoulder bag on the last seat and then patiently poured tea for his seniors.

What they discussed was complex yet simple—how to continue this year’s glorious achievements.

"Old Chang, don’t get mad at me for speaking the truth—the hand-cranked threshers sold well this time, but agricultural tools aren’t like other things; they don’t need to be replaced every three to five years, and by the autumn trade fair, we might not have as many orders as we do now."

"Yeah, I know, but having a success even once is better than none, isn’t that why we’re all gathered here—to discuss this matter?"

"..."

There was a collective silence.

If the matter had been so easy to resolve, they would have long since escaped the predicament of unsellable machinery.

Lin Nianhe refilled Rong Zhiguo’s teacup, her eyes lowered without uttering a word, obediently acting as the only junior in the room.

Rong Zhiguo moved his cigarette further away and said to her, "Speak up, we’re all family here, say what’s on your mind."

Lin Nianhe stood straight with the teapot in hand and after a moment of silence said, "I once heard a gentleman say: ’Learn science well to save Huaxia.’ The success of the hand-cranked thresher isn’t unrepeatable, we just need to come up with more advanced mechanical technologies, we need more professionals to get involved."

After she finished speaking, the meeting room fell into silence again.

Lin Nianhe said no more and continued to pour tea for her seniors.

What she didn’t expect was that Chang Jinzhong would be the first to speak: "Well, I propose that each of our factories picks out one or two key personnel, we combine forces, work as one, and form a technical group to conduct research together."

"Hmm... yes, ’Three cobblers with their wits combined, surpass the wisdom of Zhuge Liang.’ If we have so many cobblers, we’ll surpass many Zhuge Liangs."

"Hey hey, your factory is large-scale; losing a couple of technical backbones is nothing, but we have only one treasured expert—if he goes, and our factory encounters a fault, no one will be able to fix it."

"What’s the problem? How about I send a level-six fitter to you? If he can’t handle it, I’ll come fix it for you."

"How would it help if you come? I’d still have to provide for your meal..."

"I’ll bring my own meal tickets!"

"Hahaha..."

"Otherwise, you do the logistics, like producing screws or something..."

"Are you mocking us? We’re not that useless!"

Lin Nianhe sat in the corner watching them engage in a spirited discussion, her lips lifting unconsciously, her eyes brimming with laughter.

They all seemed so "foolish," happy for other factories to gain momentum and wholeheartedly united in striving for further progress, selflessly unconcerned about their own factory’s losses. Brother factories really were like brothers.

"Hey, girl, Old Rongzi said you were the one who drafted the thresher design; you come here too!" a dark-skinned uncle called out to Lin Nianhe.

"Ah? Me?" Lin Nianhe, suddenly called upon, was a bit confused, "I better not. I’m an Educated youth, and a village schoolteacher—I need to go back and teach the kids."

"Is your village school really short one teacher?"

Lin Nianhe: "No good."

"...?"

"Our village school, including the principal and the logistics teacher, only has a total of eight staff members. The principal even has to cover music classes, so he really can’t leave," said Lin Nianhe with a smile. "Plus, my mentor knows me well, I’m still a layman when it comes to technical matters. If I went, I would just make a mess of things. If I manage to draw anything up, I’ll just send it over to you. How’s that?"

Rong Zhiguo knew Lin Nianhe well, and with a wave of his hand, he said: "Alright, let’s not have her go. A girl mixed with a bunch of men - the smoke alone would turn her yellow."

"You’re cherishing your own apprentice now, Old Rongzi, you’ve changed haha..."

There was another round of laughter, and they quickly decided on the list of technical experts to be sent out from the factory. This included every chief engineer present as well as arrangements for the positions in the research lab, the factory buildings, and logistics supplies; a bunch of trivial matters piled up but solving them turned out to be unexpectedly simple—mainly because all the factory directors seemed desperate enough to ’smash their pots and sell the iron,’ ready to contribute money, people, or effort as needed.

At the end, Lin Nianhe again offered a constructive suggestion: "Should we hire a few more experts in mechanics and physics to support us?"

"This..." The factory directors looked at each other, each seeming to ask if anyone knew such people.

Seeing their gazes gradually turning toward her, Lin Nianhe voluntarily raised her hand: "I’ll go back and ask around, but I can’t make any promises."

"Let’s inquire around, and when we return, we’ll also search for more talent within our factories. Since we’ve decided to do this, we must achieve results!"

The meeting disbanded, and the factory directors were filled with fighting spirit.

Lin Nianhe didn’t leave immediately. She sipped her tea slowly, pondering whom she should approach.

During the New Year’s celebration, there were a few who studied physics in their study group, but they all worked at research institutes and couldn’t just come on a whim.

Wang Ruian had mentioned that he was familiar with mechanics, but he was researching computers, so it was even less likely that he would come to study mechanical production.

Lin Nianhe thought that this matter should probably...

"Girl, don’t worry," Rong Zhiguo suddenly spoke up, interrupting Lin Nianhe’s thoughts, "When the sky falls, there’s someone tall to bear it. It’s not your turn to worry. Besides—"

"If we can figure out that sausage production line you designed within half a year, that would be a great achievement."

Rong Zhiguo had never discussed the progress of the production line research with Lin Nianhe, and the lectures he provided previously started from a few obvious mistakes to illustrate the issues.

Lin Nianhe had not asked about his progress either, because while she had the theory, when it came to the real work, she was no match for even a little finger of her mentor. If he couldn’t manage, she was even less confident.

Mechanical manufacturing wasn’t just about talking on paper; it’s not something you could make straight from a blueprint.

Listening to her mentor’s reassuring words, Lin Nianhe smiled: "I was planning to report this to my dad. Such an important matter should be a headache for those who have a say, not me."

"Mhm, that sounds good," Rong Zhiguo nodded again.

"However, mentor, you have to remember, once that production line is up and running, we have to sell one to Xi City Food Factory. They are relying on this production line to generate foreign exchange through exports!"

"I know, I know, why do you nag so much for someone so young."

"Mentor, could you maybe not speak with such kindness the next time you express your disgust with me? It feels quite awkward."

"Kindness? You call this kindness?"

"Yes, it’s quite obvious."

"Look at me, your mentor is telling you, this is derision, pure derision."

"Mentor, don’t be insincere."

"Go cool off somewhere else!"

"Alright then."