Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 588 - 587: The Deported Electric Fan

Chapter 588: Chapter 587: The Deported Electric Fan

Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian spent quite some time explaining with spittle flying everywhere, and Lin Nianhe finally realized what these two were talking about——

Early March this year, a meteor shower occurred in the neighboring province, including one of the world’s largest stone meteorites.

Lin Nianhe had heard something about it on the radio, but she was so busy preparing for the Spring Trade Fair that she didn’t pay much attention and just brushed it off.

If these two jokers hadn’t brought it up, she would never have connected the meteor shower with Optimus Prime in her entire life.

Their reasoning...

Does the meteorite agree?

Does Optimus Prime agree?

Do Paramount and DreamWorks agree?

Regardless of their agreement, Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian had agreed and clenched their teeth, refusing to budge.

It took Lin Nianhe ten minutes to try and fail at convincing them that it was all just a story, and she had to instead accept the nickname they came up with for Optimus Prime——

Tiezhu.

Lin Nianhe remained silent for a long time, then raised her hand to hold the shoulders of the two East Palace Chiefs, sincerely suggesting, "Promise me, never go to North America in the future."

"Ah, Teacher Lin, are you afraid that we will be cheated by the capitalists?"

"No, I’m afraid you will be sued to death... or beaten to death."

Lin Nianhe gave an awkward cough, then added, "Don’t tell anyone else about this."

"Got it! It’s a secret, right?"

Lin Nianhe: "Right... I guess."

"Rest assured, Teacher Lin!" Cao Shijian patted his chest and said, "We’ve only told a few fellow villagers, definitely won’t spill it to others!"

Lin Nianhe was suddenly startled, "Who did you tell?"

"Um... Uncle Guan, Uncle Team Leader, Uncle Jih, Aunt Wang, Brother Zhuangshi, Brother Xiao Zhang... and several others, I can’t remember!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Maybe I should consider how to apply for a household registration for Comrade Optimus Prime.

Because she was tripped up by Optimus Prime, it was at the entrance of the village school that Lin Nianhe saw the large boxes of electric fans.

The village nowadays was not short of flatbed carts, several strong lads pulled the carts and moved ten boxes to the school entrance.

Seeing Lin Nianhe, Li Dahe said, "Miss Lin, please call out Principal Wu."

Lin Nianhe: "When there’s something you need me to do, you call me ’Miss Lin’, but when you don’t want to give me an introduction letter, you tell me to roll far away."

"Are you going or not?" Li Dahe unconsciously started to scuff his shoes.

Lin Nianhe nimbly climbed over the wall into the school, her movements as fluid as flowing clouds, leaving Li Dahe unable to react.

Li Dahe looked at where Lin Nianhe had climbed over the wall, and then at the school gate five meters away, and anxiously ran his hands through his hair.

In a short while, Principal Wu came out with Lin Nianhe.

Seeing those big boxes, Principal Wu was a bit confused: "What’s all this for?"

Li Dahe gave Lin Nianhe a glare and said: "Wong Xiaokou sent these to the village school, said it’s something to do with electric fans, some fancy stuff apparently from Sui City."

"Ah," Principal Wu’s eyes lit up, "Why give us these things?"

Lin Nianhe explained, with her hands behind her back: "We rented some electric fans during the Spring Trade Fair, and Uncle Wong thought they were really good, so he ordered two hundred from a fan factory in Sui City. Most of them will be placed in the textile factory’s workshop, and these are for our use."

"Eh?"

Unexpectedly, everyone’s face didn’t show much delight.

Lin Nianhe was puzzled, "What’s the matter? Isn’t it a joy to fleece Uncle Wong?"

Li Dahe had a complicated expression, "This needs to be plugged in to use, right?"

Lin Nianhe, not quite understanding, nodded, "Yeah."

"It needs a socket to plug into, right?"

"Yeah."

"The village school doesn’t have any sockets."

"..."

Lin Nianhe was dumbfounded for quite a while before she finally realized, belatedly, that the village school really didn’t have any sockets.

When the school was built, they did pull in some electrical lines, but only for lighting. In those days, there weren’t many household appliances anyway, so no one thought about installing sockets.

Lin Nianhe did understand the necessity of sockets, but in her subconscious mind, fitting houses with sockets was common sense, and she hadn’t anticipated this situation.

Even when she was asking Wong Xiao for electric fans, she herself hadn’t realized there were no sockets in the classrooms.

Lin Nianhe was bewildered for a while, then asked, "What should we do? We can’t just let them gather dust here, can we?"

Li Dahe pondered for a bit, then said after a moment, "Do these things use a lot of electricity?"

Lin Nianhe, "Probably more than a light bulb."

Four cents per kilowatt-hour, which for the thrifty villagers was entirely an unnecessary expense. They wouldn’t even care to switch on the lights when not needed, let alone use more power-hungry electric fans.

Li Dahe immediately shook his head, "Then let’s send them back to Wong Xiaokou. Whether we use this thing or not, haven’t our days been just fine without it?"

Hearing this, the nearby villagers also nodded in agreement. Everyone thought that even in summer, a hand fan was more than enough; who needs to use such an expensive luxury?

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Team Leader, at least let everyone have a look at what an electric fan looks like, right?"

Li Dahe looked at the young fellows beside him who were nodding in agreement but full of curiosity, then at the eager kids on the playground. He pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then nodded, "Alright, let’s move one to the village committee office, there’s a socket there. After work, everyone can gather at the grain drying yard, and we’ll all see what this newfangled contraption is."

"Alright!"

Smiles blossomed on everyone’s faces, and they carefully moved a big cardboard box to the village committee office.

The remaining nine fans were taken back to the entrance of the village, ready for the truck to pick them up.

Lin Nianhe watched the two groups go their separate ways, sighing silently.

Li Dahe had come to her side without her noticing and lit a cigarette, asking, "You asked Wong Xiaokou for them, right?"

"Huh?" Lin Nianhe came back to her senses and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, Uncle Team Leader, for taking the liberty."

"You meant well," Li Dahe shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a low voice, "In another couple of years, when we can afford it, we’ll ask Wong Xiaokou again!"

There was no displeasure in Li Dahe’s eyes, nor any embarrassment, his gaze was exceptionally steady. Looking at those being taken away, it was as if he saw a future where every household would have an electric fan.

"Yeah!" Lin Nianhe nodded vigorously, "In the future, we’ll use even better ones!"

"By the way, Miss Lin," Li Dahe said to Lin Nianhe, "This morning Liu Neng and Yuan Hua told me that the match factory wants to build a factory here in our place, to move all their production processes here. Your Uncle Zhao and I discussed it, but I’m not quite sure, what do you think?"

Lin Nianhe blinked, "You really want my opinion?"

Li Dahe, "If you mention a letter of introduction again, I’ll kick you all the way back to Beijing."

"Don’t talk like that... Be careful with your aim, don’t kick me all the way to the Da Xinganling Mountains."

"Get lost, brat, spit it out!"

"Don’t even give a guy a little perk for helping out, you’re even stingier than Uncle Wong..."

"I’ll have your aunt make you a plate of shredded potatoes tonight."

"Deal! I’ll get a stool for you, let’s you and I have a slow chat!"