Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 594 - 593: The People Who Know Each Other the Best

Chapter 594: Chapter 593: The People Who Know Each Other the Best

Long after, Lin Nianhe asked Li Dahe why he always felt that trouble followed him whenever he went out.

Li Dahe didn’t pay her any mind and even gave her a kick.

A very, very long time later, it was only when Lin Nianhe felt that her little ancestor would inevitably cause trouble every time he left the house that she finally noticed, with hindsight, the redness in her eyes.

"Uncle Team Leader..."

The next day, Lin Nianhe got up early, drank a cup of black coffee, and went to find Li Dahe.

"Did you drink herbal medicine?" Li Dahe asked, confused, looking at her.

"No." Lin Nianhe shook her head blankly.

"Then why do you reek of herbal medicine?"

"That’s, well, hard to explain."

Lin Nianhe pulled at the corner of her mouth, sat down on the small stool next to Li Dahe, and detailed the factory business to him.

"Sss..."

Hearing about the fifty thousand yuan security deposit, Li Dahe sucked in a breath of cold air, as if his teeth ached.

Lin Nianhe consoled him: "No worries, Uncle Team Leader, I had a premonition yesterday that Uncle Wong really wants to get this money for us."

"Wong Xiaokou?" Li Dahe puckered his lips, "You might as well ask for his life."

"Leave it to me, leave it to me." Lin Nianhe giggled, "I’ll go to him at noon, and I’m sure I’ll get it done."

"What if you can’t get it done?"

"I’ll leave Sie Yufei to you! If it fails, you can kick him however you like; after all, he can run fast!"

Li Dahe: "..."

Noon.

"What? Fifty thousand? You might as well ask for my life!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

It has to be said, Uncle Team Leader really knew Uncle Wong well.

Lin Nianhe took a sip of water and explained earnestly, "Uncle Wong, the fifty thousand is a deposit; we’ll get it back once the production line is returned."

"But we still have to shell out the cash!" Wong Xiao grimaced in pain, "Xiao Lin, why didn’t you discuss it with him? Wouldn’t a five hundred yuan deposit do?"

Lin Nianhe: "For a production line worth over a hundred thousand yuan, you’re giving a five hundred yuan deposit? Are you planning to rent a box of screws?"

Wong Xiao wiped his face, hesitant to speak, "We’re all brother units, isn’t it okay to just make do..."

Lin Nianhe sighed: "Uncle Wong, you put up the fifty thousand, and later we can talk to Uncle Team Leader about printing our textile factory’s Head Flower on the matchboxes; it’s called advertising. This ready opportunity is yours, so don’t push it away."

Wong Xiao muttered quietly: "The Cooperative Society in the city sells only a thousand or so Head Flowers a month, is there a need to go through this trouble?"

"Do you really want me to spell it out?" Lin Nianhe looked helpless, "Look, how many Cooperative Societies across the country does our textile factory have sales relationships with? Once the match factory is up and running, you talk to the directors of those Cooperative Societies, to sell a hundred thousand boxes of our matches every month along with their inventory."

"By doing this, we not only spread advertisements across the country, but also boost the match factory’s sales. The key point is that nobody will pay attention to those tens of thousands of boxes of matches, and in the end, the textile factory’s performance will surely rise, and the match factory’s sales will increase too. You will then have increased tax income by just sitting in your office—killing three birds with one stone."

Wong Xiao’s eyes gradually lit up.

Lin Nianhe sipped her water, speaking unhurriedly: "Actually, I’m not desperately asking you for the money. I still have three million yuan with nowhere to spend it. If you don’t want this fantastic opportunity, later if Uncle Team Leader doesn’t print your advertisement, I won’t be involved."

"Don’t, don’t, don’t! Look at you, kid, even if nothing else convinces me, now that you’ve opened your mouth, how could I not give you the money?" Wong Xiao chuckled, his eyes barely visible, and immediately said, "Here, Xiao Lin, you go back and tell Old Man Li that the commune will provide the money. What’s this talk about paying it back or not, aren’t we all family here needing to discuss such trifles?"

"That’s settled," Lin Nianhe put down her water glass and added, "But I must clarify in advance, this match factory has to be managed by Uncle Team Leader."

"He in charge?" Wong Xiao was baffled, "He’s only got those two hairs left on his head, and you want him to be in charge?"

"Ever since the match factory started operating its branch, Uncle Team Leader has been taking care of everything without you needing to worry, right?" Lin Nianhe looked at him, "Now that we’re expanding our business, it seems inappropriate to just kick Uncle Team Leader out, doesn’t it?"

Wong Xiao scratched his nose, somewhat embarrassed: "I was just afraid it would tire him out."

"Don’t worry about it, he won’t get tired," Lin Nianhe said with a broad smile, then became serious again, "You just say whether it’s okay or not."

Wong Xiao nodded vigorously: "Okay! No problem!"

Then he added while rubbing his hands: "Xiao Lin, you should keep an eye on things then, huh? Or should I arrange for an assistant factory director to help you?"

"Don’t bother, I don’t need that title. I prefer being a teacher."

Lin Nianhe brought back the good news halfway through the lunch break.

"You’re finally back, haven’t eaten yet, right?" Aunt Li pulled her into the house, "Come in and sit down, I made dumplings at noon and saved some for you. Just wait, I’ll cook the dumplings for you right away."

"Thank you, Aunt Li." Lin Nianhe flashed a sweet smile. After watching Aunt Li leave, she first pushed a bag of money in front of Li Dahe, then said, "Uncle Team Leader, I secured a great opportunity from Uncle Wong—"

Li Dahe’s eyes grew wide when Lin Nianhe finished telling him they could sell a hundred thousand boxes of matches to each Cooperative Society.

"Is that even possible?"

"Yes," Lin Nianhe nodded with a smile, "Anyway, the textile factory is already delivering goods, we just need to hitch a ride. A hundred thousand boxes of matches at the wholesale price is just over a thousand yuan. We’re selling them to large city Cooperative Societies, and they don’t care about this small amount of money. Plus, the match supply in most cities is under pressure; our offer is like sending coal in snowy weather."

Li Dahe swallowed and thought about it for a long time, rubbing his hands, and said: "I’m just worried we can’t produce that many matches."

"I have a plan for that, but it’s not urgent right now; I need to study it more," replied Lin Nianhe.

"What’s the plan?"

"To upgrade the production line."

Currently, match production is semi-automatic, with processes such as box filling, label sticking, and matchbox gluing all requiring manual labor.

If it could be made fully automatic...

Lin Nianhe flipped through eight mechanical books and finally found the blueprints for a fully automatic match production line.

Copying blueprints was something she had become incredibly adept at, way easier than getting scolded by her mentor.

But—

When Tian Qingyuan came to sign the lease agreement and brought the production line, Lin Nianhe was stunned.

The current production line, compared with the one in the books, was almost completely different except for the screws.

Rather than modifying it, it might as well be rebuilt from scratch.

Lin Nianhe studied the production line for three nights and finally called Rong Zhiguo.

"Master! Save me, please!"

"What’s the matter? Someone broke your leg?"

"..."

Lin Nianhe took a few deep breaths and mustered all her intelligence to convince herself—her master was concerned about her well-being.

"Cough cough cough, no, that’s not it. I was thinking of inviting you to come and visit Ten Miles Team, would you be interested?"

Rong Zhiguo: "If there’s something to discuss, discuss it. If not, find a cool place to squat."

"Yes! Our team is planning to run a match factory, and we just leased a production line. I want to turn it into a fully automatic one, but the blueprints I have and the production line differ too much. I’ve been studying it for three nights and still can’t figure it out. I need your guidance, master!"

Rong Zhiguo: "Not available."