Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 572 - 571: Brother Yuncheng’s Ferocious Words

Chapter 572: Chapter 571: Brother Yuncheng’s Ferocious Words

Shi Chengkun arrived, arriving with blazing ambition;

Shi Chengkun left, fleeing with his Wet surname in disarray.

Lin Nianhe nestled in the quilt, listening to Su Yuncheng dryly recount just now’s story, her eyes particularly bright: "This time it’s even simpler, whether it’s Zhang Jian or Shi Chengkun, as long as we find a bit of fault with one, the other is bound to follow and gawk."

"Hmm, I actually wanted to bluff him at that time, people in a rush tend to say things without thinking, might blurt out something, but I did not expect..." Su Yuncheng shook his head, showing a hint of disappointment.

"Didn’t expect Shi Chengkun is more faint-hearted than you thought," Lin Nianhe sat up in the quilt, wrapping herself into a triangular rice dumpling with only her head poking out, "Actually, it’s people like him who fear death the most. Just barely got a hold of some power and hasn’t even warmed it, and now you ask him to die, of course, he’s scared out of his wits."

Su Yuncheng handed her a bowl of canned yellow peaches, Lin Nianhe quickly stretched her hand from the quilt to receive it.

She bit into the fragrant sweet yellow peach, shaking her head and summarizing while eating: "Good people have nothing to fear, the Public Security point a ’60 gun at me and I’m not scared— must be because there’s danger behind me."

Su Yuncheng gave a low chuckle as he pulled the quilt up for her, saying: "You eat canned food at home, Mr. Wong and Mr. Feng have come, I’m going to discuss with them what to do next."

"Okay, you go."

After Lin Nianhe finished a bowl of canned yellow peaches, she instantly felt all her illnesses vanish; the divine canned peaches seemed to have chased away the virus.

She speculated that Su Yuncheng wouldn’t return for a while, locked the door, drew the curtains, and took out a bath barrel for a bath.

The warm water seemed to have an analgesic effect, gradually relieving her bodily aches and soreness.

Lin Nianhe didn’t dawdle too long, quickly finished her bath, changed into a dry and clean nightgown, and dried her hair.

She had just tidied up the mess in the room when Su Yuncheng returned.

"Nianhe."

"You’re back."

Lin Nianhe ran to open the door; as soon as she opened it, she sensed a whiff of alcohol.

Su Yuncheng, noticing her wet hair, quickly pushed her in and closed the door: "Did you take a bath?"

"Yeah, I sweated a lot, just wiped myself down, otherwise, it would have been too uncomfortable." Lin Nianhe puzzledly looked at him, "Did you drink?"

"Got dragged into having some beer." Su Yuncheng furrowed his brows, seemingly a bit uncomfortable from drinking.

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to ask if he wanted some sobering soup, she heard him ask: "Nianhe, do you have any white liquor here?"

Lin Nianhe took a bottle of white liquor out of the cabinet, inquiring doubtfully: "Yeah, what do you need it for?"

"Got a beer belly, need some white to smooth it out."

Lin Nianhe’s hand holding the bottle froze in mid-air: "What kind of outrageous nonsense are you talking?"

Beer belly, smooth it out with white liquor?

Is that even reasonable?

Reasonable, at least for Su Yuncheng it was pretty reasonable.

He chugged a few big mouthfuls of white liquor, smoothed his breath, and started cooking as if nothing had happened.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She suspected that the 1975 Maotai she bought from the Cooperative Society was counterfeit, the kind that’s just a few drops of alcohol diluted in a ton of water.

Impelled by curiosity, Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but unscrew the bottle and take a sniff.

The strong scent of alcohol rushed into her nostrils, wrinkling her brows with the sting.

"What are you doing? You’ve taken medicine; you can’t drink alcohol." Su Yuncheng, quick to react, grabbed the bottle of liquor from Lin Nianhe’s hand, twisted the cap back on, and placed it back in the cabinet.

Lin Nianhe tilted her head to look at him, her eyes full of incomprehension: "I just felt that you drink like you’re drinking water... I suspect the liquor I bought is fake, just taking a sniff."

Su Yuncheng couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching out to tousle Lin Nianhe’s hair: "No matter how much I drink, it won’t affect me. Even if it really exceeds my tolerance, I’ll just fall asleep."

Lin Nianhe’s eyes flickered with a hint of understanding.

A job like Su Yuncheng’s naturally requires meticulous training in all aspects. Alcohol, being one of the most common substances that can obscure one’s senses, would definitely be the first thing he built resistance to.

Lin Nianhe moved forward a couple of steps and hugged Su Yuncheng. She whispered softly, "You’ve worked hard."

Su Yuncheng felt enveloped by a fragrance, unsure what kind of soap she used, but the scent was unlike anyone else’s.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, saying, "It’s nothing."

Lin Nianhe looked up at him and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for ages: "How do you guys train your tolerance for alcohol? Do you just keep drinking? Or do you soak in a vat of liquor for three days and nights without coming out? What if someone is naturally bad with alcohol? Do you test for alcohol tolerance during selection?"

Su Yuncheng: "..."

Lin Nianhe’s illness came suddenly and left just as quickly; the next morning, she was up and out to the village school as if nothing had happened.

On her way there, she ran into Wang Xiao and Feng Yuanshan, who had stayed the night at Li Dahe’s house; they were riding their bikes, seemingly off to work.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Feng." Lin Nianhe stopped in her tracks and greeted them with a smile.

"Hey, Xiao Lin."

Wang Xiao stopped his bike and said to Feng Yuanshan, "Old Feng, you go ahead, I need to talk to Xiao Lin about something."

"Alright, but don’t take too long," Feng Yuanshan waved his hand and left.

Wang Xiao pulled Lin Nianhe to the side of the road and asked her, "Xiao Su told you about what happened yesterday, right?"

"Yes, he did," Lin Nianhe nodded. Every time she saw Uncle Wang, she couldn’t help but remember the miserable day of the Wet Director, and she chuckled.

Wang Xiao also laughed heartily and told Lin Nianhe, "As long as you know, don’t fret about it too much. Old Feng will head to the city later, and as long as we’ve got a hold of Old Dog Shi’s weak spot, we can take down both him and Zhang Jian!"

"Oh, right, there’s something else. I forgot to mention it to Xiao Su yesterday—Xie Chongli also called yesterday, and it sounded like his people are also looking to get involved. They hinted to me not to rush the factory expansion and to let this incident be the pretext."

"When I took the call the day before yesterday, I was thinking the same thing. Currently, there’s no better excuse than this incident, and establishing a branch factory could provide at least two thousand formal jobs for the city, with countless more temporary positions. The city government would definitely welcome us setting up a branch factory."

A cold glint passed through the depths of Lin Nianhe’s eyes as she continued, "I’ve already reported the factory expansion to Uncle Huang, and the Foreign Trade Department is very supportive. If Shi Chengkun becomes an obstacle, it won’t be just an abuse of power; he would be maliciously sabotaging foreign exchange earnings."

Wang Xiao looked at Lin Nianhe in amazement: "You had all of this planned the day before yesterday? I thought you were just testing Old Xie’s attitude!"

"I only guessed at the possibility," Lin Nianhe modestly raised her chin, "Shi Chengkun dared to push Shi Dongshan forward despite Sun Jun’s strict investigations. Now that there’s trouble, he’s likely to get restless and jump out—not necessarily because he loves his daughter that much, but because this challenges his ’authority’, and he can’t stand it."