Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 583 - 582: The Attitude One Should Have Towards the Factory Director

Chapter 583: Chapter 582: The Attitude One Should Have Towards the Factory Director

This isn’t mealtime, but this bowl of noodles was specially prepared by Factory Director Ji for the canteen.

The master chef of the textile factory’s canteen is Aunt Qian, a woman in her forties who has been learning her craft since she was fifteen and has now held her baby grandson.

"You’re as thin as a stick, eat more... What do you mean you can’t eat it? You’re even squeamish about plain noodles?"

"Aunt Qian, Aunt Qian, I have a small appetite, I really can’t eat that much." Lin Nianhe pleaded cutely as she held her bowl, "I can only eat this much because you made the noodles. If I made them myself, I couldn’t even finish half. Please don’t serve me anymore, it’s wasteful if I can’t finish it."

Aunt Qian, wielding the large serving spoon with an imposing force.

She pointed at Lin Nianhe and said: "When I was your age, I could eat six cornbread buns in one meal. Look at you now."

"That must be because your food at home is delicious, it’s like the daughter following in her mother’s footsteps." Lin Nianhe giggled and tried to sneak away with her chopsticks.

"Stand there!"

Aunt Qian commanded, and Lin Nianhe immediately stood at attention.

Aunt Qian scooped a boiled egg into Lin Nianhe’s bowl and glared at her reproachfully: "What’s with the honeyed tongue? Eat the egg already."

"Hehe, just stole some honey from your kitchen, sweet isn’t it?"

Lin Nianhe quipped and hurried away.

If she didn’t leave, Aunt Qian would definitely make her eat another mouthful of noodles.

Lin Nianhe found an empty spot to sit down and eat, and behind her, Aunt Qian was still complaining about other girls eating too little.

The canteen was especially lively because of Aunt Qian, it seemed to instantly ease the nervousness of the girls who had just arrived.

Once everyone got their food, Factory Director Ji seemed to pop out from some corner.

All the victims here were young ladies, and when they suddenly saw a man who looked like a leader, they involuntarily started to feel afraid.

Factory Director Ji quickly waved his hand: "I’ve got a few things to say, keep eating, it won’t hold you up."

He told people to keep eating, but none of the girls dared to move their chopsticks; even those like Xu Chingching who wanted to bring food to their mothers first obediently sat on their stools without daring to budge.

Factory Director Ji was a bit bewildered.

This was the first time that so many people had treated him as a leader; it was such a strange feeling.

He put his hands behind his back and turned to glance at Aunt Qian.

Aunt Qian: "What are you looking at? Not your concern!"

Factory Director Ji took a deep breath.

That’s more like it!

He was used to them not treating the Factory Director as anything special!

It wasn’t entirely Factory Director Ji’s fault, after all, the previous textile factory was not doing well, with only a few workers at the factory—this one key in technology, that one key in sales, another in charge of food... Looking left and right, it seemed like only his position as the Factory Director was dispensable.

Lin Nianhe, holding her chopsticks, could not hold back and giggled out loud.

She said to the other girls: "Everyone, eat up, or the noodles will stick together."

"Exactly, eat up, you don’t need your mouths to listen to him talk," Aunt Qian chimed in.

Hearing them say this, the girls hesitantly picked up their chopsticks, but still didn’t bring them to their mouths for a long while.

Factory Director Ji could barely accept this scene; he cleared his throat and said: "Well, you just arrived today, get some good rest, and tomorrow morning go to the union to get your work uniforms and labor protection supplies, then you’ll have to learn how to make Head Flowers from your mentor. You’ll all be official workers, and if anyone in your family can do odd jobs, we’ll pay them regular wages."

Factory Director Ji’s gaze swept over them and continued: "You’ve all met Vice Director Wu from the union, right? If you have any difficulties in the future, go to her. If there’s anything at home, let us know. Oh, right, for local kids in Lan County, the county is paying for tuition. If you have younger brothers or sisters who need to go to school, get a certificate from the commune and then report to the school."

Factory Director Ji didn’t mention the past at all and treated them as new workers just arrived.

After finishing his words, he rushed to Lin Nianhe, saying, "Xiao Lin, come to my office after you’ve finished eating."

"Alright." Lin Nianhe replied, "I’ll take them to see the union office and then head over."

"Fine, come over when you’re done."

Factory Director Ji hurried off after speaking, truly fearing he might scare the girls again.

Once he left, Lin Nianhe told everyone, "Those who need to go back to deliver meals to their families can go; I’ll take the rest to see the union office. You can all go there together tomorrow morning."

"Okay... Thank you."

A few girls left the canteen with grateful looks on their faces.

Lin Nianhe leisurely finished his meal, chatted with Aunt Qian for a bit, shared some of the food that the locals in the family housing had stuffed into his hands with her, and then left with the girls.

Aunt Qian was peeling peanuts in the canteen, watching the girls leave and couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

"Poor things, they all look like little quails. Must be something going on at home..."

She murmured softly to herself, shaking her head sympathetically.

Lin Nianhe took the girls on a tour around the textile factory, showed them the union office and factory buildings, then saw them out.

The family housing was right beside the factory, just a wall apart, so he didn’t go to see them off.

"Uncle Ji."

Lin Nianhe knocked on Factory Director Ji’s office door.

"Ah, come in."

Lin Nianhe entered, and Factory Director Ji was looking at him with a smile on his face, "Hehe, Xiao Lin! The final payment from Kapasa came through!"

"Eh? That fast?" Lin Nianhe was a bit surprised.

"Sit down," Factory Director Ji gestured repeatedly to Lin Nianhe and showed him the remittance slip, "Look at this, the final payment for the first batch of goods is all settled!"

Lin Nianhe glanced over, quickly doing the math in his head, and indeed, the final payment for the first batch was completely paid off.

"The first batch was only delivered just over a month ago, right? How come it’s so quick?" Lin Nianhe asked casually.

Originally, the payment deadline he gave Uncle Kapasa was five months, but now it’s been settled in just one month, which could only mean—

The Head Flowers were really selling well in Milan!

"Who’s to say otherwise, hahahahaha..."

Factory Director Ji was laughing so hard that even his back teeth showed.

Lin Nianhe, however, wasn’t laughing; her fingers tapped the tabletop as she pondered.

After laughing alone for a while, Factory Director Ji felt a bit lonely and looked at Lin Nianhe with a puzzled expression, "Xiao Lin, why aren’t you laughing?"

Lin Nianhe: "Hahaha?"

Seeing her react this way, Factory Director Ji suddenly got nervous, put down the remittance slip and rubbed his hands together, "Could there be something wrong? The money’s all been given to us, right?"

"Oh, that’s not it," Lin Nianhe realized that Factory Director Ji had misunderstood and quickly explained, "I was just thinking that, given the current situation, Uncle Kapasa should be able to expand the business to Paris soon, so..."

Factory Director Ji’s eyes suddenly lit up, catching on before Lin Nianhe could finish, "So the five million Head Flowers quota we prepared for the autumn trade fair won’t be enough!"

"Right."

"Hahahahaha that’s great news! Why can’t you smile?"

With a splash, Lin Nianhe threw a bucket of cold water, "Can you produce that many?"