Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 554 - 553: Praise? Or Not to Praise?

Chapter 554: Chapter 553: Praise? Or Not to Praise?

Do what you can diligently, and pass the buck as soon as possible if you can’t.

That’s Lin Nianhe’s principle in handling things.

After she left the meeting room, she immediately followed her mentor’s advice and found a cool spot with a telephone to report the situation to Mr. Lin.

Comrade Old Lin was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, as he probably hadn’t expected a deal to cause such a stir. After pondering for a moment, he said he would call the relevant department heads and they would find suitable personnel to join based on the machinery factory’s staffing situation.

Mr. Lin, who usually heaps praise on his daughter for every little success, didn’t lavish her with praise this time but spoke with a touch of seriousness, "My girl, Dad knows you’re successful, and your mom has told me about your plans. Generally, there’s no problem. But before you do anything, always remember to report to Uncle Huang and do not hide anything. Also, be careful not to be arrogant or complacent, and make sure to maintain good relations with your comrades."

Comrade Old Lin was a bit worried about his daughter.

Initially, he felt that foreign trade work was not an easy task and his daughter would likely encounter some difficulties. He knew the road ahead was hard but didn’t stop Lin Nianhe from facing setbacks, as encountering setbacks at Lan County Textile Factory was a good thing that would enable her to persist longer after learning from the experience.

But he couldn’t fathom that the Spring Trade Fair, which was supposed to be challenging, turned into his daughter’s stage. Hearing the good news relayed by Aunt Lin, his head buzzed with worry and he couldn’t sleep for two nights.

It is not uncommon for young people who have just tasted success to get carried away. He too was full of himself at the age of seventeen after his first victory, thinking he was unmatched—until his father cooled his pride with a horsewhip.

He didn’t want his daughter to be whipped by others in the future, so he had to warn her in advance himself.

"Arrogant and complacent... Dad, that just shows you don’t understand my mentor," Lin Nianhe chuckled, "I just got scolded and sent out to find a cool place to stay out of the way."

Mr. Lin: "..."

He felt sorry for his daughter, but he also had to admit, with such a mentor constantly dousing her with cold water, her impudence would never have a chance to flare up.

Mr. Lin cleared his throat and said, "Comrade Old Rong has a lot of experience and wisdom; you should listen to him more."

"I know, don’t worry," Lin Nianhe obediently responded.

"Hmm... Hehe, you’ve done very well; Dad is proud of you."

In the end, Comrade Old Lin still praised his daughter.

Being parents is probably always this contradictory, fearing both that their child might stray and suffer injustices. Parents don’t need to undergo exams and rankings, but being good ones is harder than getting into the best schools.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Lin secretly beamed with joy for a while, then picked up the phone to help his daughter with her tasks.

How the machinery factory organized the composition of the research group was not something Lin Nianhe could comment on, nor did she intend to influence the process or outcome—scientific research needs to be carried out step by step on solid ground. Building more levels on a castle in the sky would only lead to collapse, burying everything ruthlessly.

Lin Nianhe cooled off in the shade for a while, not sure what to do next, so she just went off to chat with Popcorn Grandpa.

They chatted idly for a while, not touching on any constructive topics, until an enraged Nishi arrived.

"Lin! Nianhe!"

"You’re so despicable!"

Nishi, who usually maintained a ladylike demeanor, couldn’t hold back and pointed at Lin Nianhe from five meters away, cursing.

"Kapasa has already returned to Milan, and you used such a despicable trick just to delay me! How could I believe someone like you?"

Once Nishi got closer, Lin Nianhe replied calmly and with neither inferiority nor hurry, "Ah, was the way I dragged you along not obvious? Have you only just realized it now?"

Nishi: "..."

Did she just admit it?

She actually dared to admit it!

Lin Nianhe fiddled with her fingernails, a hint of a smile on her lips: "However, Nishi, you have to be reasonable – it was you who insisted I accompany you to the negotiation, right? It was also you who wanted to find fault with me during the negotiation, wasn’t it? I did everything according to your requests, so why are you blaming me, instead of your assistant who failed to inform you in time about Uncle Kapasa’s return to Milan?"

Nishi narrowed her eyes, her fists clenched tightly.

It was only when she received a call from her mother just now that she learned Uncle Kapasa had returned to Milan with Lan Brand Headwear. As for how her mother came to know...

A new fashion trend had swept through Milan’s upper echelons, starting with the General’s wife’s banquet, where headwear with various auspicious Eastern symbols became a sought-after accessory among the high society.

Especially since these headwear pieces are currently not available for sale to the general public, only ladies in good standing with the General’s wife or relatives of higher-ranking officers could wear them.

A small headwear piece suddenly became a symbol of status.

Nishi’s mother also wanted one, but she was nowhere near connecting with the General’s wife, so she thought of her daughter staying in Sui City, wanting her to buy all the designs and bring them back, aspiring to become the most fashionable lady in all of Milan.

Nishi only found out then that Uncle Kapasa had already returned to Milan and immediately realized that in the past few days, she had been deliberately delayed by Lin Nianhe, who was buying time for Kapasa.

"Lin Nianhe, your attempts at sowing discord won’t work," Nishi’s gaze was cold and clear, "You can’t possibly naively think that allowing Kapasa to return to Milan a few days earlier could change anything, could you?"

"Hmm, what do you mean by that?" Lin Nianhe lazily leaned against a tree, her eyes half-closed in relaxation.

"Even if I’ve let you have these few days, once I return to Milan, no matter what preparations you have made, I will see to it that all your efforts are reduced to ashes... Lin Nianhe, this matter is not over."

Nishi’s tone had softened, perhaps having cooled off and realized that the key issue was actually still in Milan.

What use was it to keep her in Sui City for a few days?

The real battlefield was not here at all.

Lin Nianhe crossed her hands behind her head, yawned, and looked up at Nishi, speaking indifferently: "If it’s not over, bring it on. I’ll take whatever you’ve got. If you can’t, then suck it up."

Her expression was calm, her eyes and brows filled with a chill, her chin slightly raised in pride, as if she had already foreseen the victory.

Nishi snorted and nodded: "Fine, just you wait."

After speaking, she turned and walked away, her long hair swaying somewhat messily.

Lin Nianhe watched her retreating figure, shook her head, and sighed lightly: "Good advice is wasted on the damned... Tell you to suck it up but you just won’t listen."

Of course, Nishi wouldn’t just suck it up, a lady from the Abel family wouldn’t know how to write the word "endure."

Although she was held up in Sui City, her plan against Uncle Kapasa had already begun.

"Yes, tomorrow, I will personally lead people to Franco Palace..."

Under the lamplight, the chief of police named Malek assured Nishi’s brother.

He hadn’t finished speaking when his wife rushed in, bringing with her a piece of extremely distressing news.