Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 631 - 630 Planning

Chapter 631: Chapter 630 Planning

Without a doubt, Brown has exerted considerable effort over the past few months to sell the "Lan" brand hair accessories, and the market has responded well, allowing him to decide to expand sales.

However, his ambition...

"I feel like Brown is up to no good,"

Wang Shumei looked at the contract in her hand, feeling it was both surreal and unreliable.

"Of course, it’s so obvious," Lin Nianhe smiled as she waved goodbye to the departing Brown and whispered in a voice only they could hear, "He wants to use our restrictions to monopolize, now we are his low-cost supplier, and once he stabilizes for a year or two, he will definitely kick us out or completely swallow us up, becoming a stepping stone for his ascension."

"Does he have no shame? How could he come up with such a despicable plan?" Wang Shumei’s pupils constricted, "It’s been so hard for us to get to where we are today!"

Thinking back to the beginning of the year, they had done everything possible to sell the head flowers. Now, just when they were finally enjoying some good days, someone wanted to steal their success?

"Don’t worry, don’t worry," Lin Nianhe was calm, not ashamed in the slightest for seeing through the other’s malicious plan, her lips even bearing a slight smile, "Sister Shumei, stay cool."

Wang Shumei was all too familiar with that expression on Lin Nianhe. Her heart, hanging earlier, now settled back in place as she stared intently at Lin Nianhe, seeking with her eyes where this time she planned to bury her opponent.

"I was actually planning to give him a quota of five million," Lin Nianhe said, after Brown had walked far away, speaking in her normal volume, "But a few days ago, Uncle Shen asked me for a quota of three million. I thought... using the Shen Family to suppress him wouldn’t be bad, so I agreed."

"The Shen Family is in Xiangjiang, how could they suppress Brown, a native North American?" Wang Shumei furrowed her brows.

Lin Nianhe, tired of standing, pulled Wang Shumei to buy two sodas, and they sat by the roadside drinking and continuing their discussion.

"The Shen Family has their own channels—if not, Uncle Shen wouldn’t have dared to hoard hand-operated threshing machines at the Spring Trade Fair. Even though I helped him initially, even without me, that business deal for the Shen Family would be profit guaranteed."

Lin Nianhe, resting her cheek on her hand, continued slowly: "At the Spring Trade Fair, Uncle Shen tested how much quota I could give him for the autumn trade fair. Initially, I said it was one million. He didn’t forget because he has a bad memory, but deliberately pretended to be confused."

"So you just went along with it?"

"Hmm."

"Do you trust the Shen Family that much?"

"No, I just don’t believe Brown is content staying beneath others."

Lin Nianhe chuckled, "The Shen Family is cautious about me. Even if they have ulterior motives, they wouldn’t be too blatant. If it really comes to that... it would be relatively simple to handle."

At the Spring Trade Fair, Lin Nianhe discerned two things from Shen Yu.

One was that the Shen Family has their own channels; the other, when Shen Yu accidentally revealed his wariness towards the Lin Family and Su Yuncheng while trying to set her up with his son.

Lin Nianhe’s lips curved up in a confident, strategic smile.

The next second, Sister Shumei poked her cheek.

"Hey, are you a leaking sieve incarnate? You’re all cunning."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei finished her soda, then felt uneasy again, "Then why did you still give him a quota of three million? Isn’t it better to kick him out of the game completely?"

"That won’t do, without goods, how would he go to all the trouble to promote them?"

Lin Nianhe smiled meaningfully.

Wang Shumei thought, if she had a tail, it would definitely be wagging like a windmill right now.

Only Lin Nianhe knew what she intended to do; she didn’t continue to explain and just bought a few more sodas before heading back with Wang Shumei.

When they returned, Xu Chingching still hadn’t come back; clearly, Uncle Kapasa was still considering.

Lin Nianhe was not in a hurry. Kapasa was meticulous in his work and even more careful when selecting goods—it would probably be tonight before he finished.

However, another sales representative named Wang Hai had returned. He was the last to join the delegation, yet the first among the new sales representatives to secure an order.

Wang Hai was not particularly outstanding in appearance, unnoticeable in a crowd. In Lin Nianhe’s memory, this person was not particularly articulate either, simple-minded, somewhat like Sun Guanghui.

Su Yuncheng and another girl came back just as Factory Director Ji was praising Wang Hai, but Wang Hai himself showed no signs of pride. As soon as he saw the two girls return, he immediately poured hot tea for them, and then silently went to attend to the next foreign business representative.

But it was Factory Director Ji who took the initiative to bring it up to Lin Nianhe, saying: "Xiao Lin, Wang Hai just signed a contract for a hundred thousand Head Flowers, for a total of 1.27 million!"

"Which foreign party did he sign it with?" Lin Nianhe asked.

"Star Island." Factory Director Ji said with a smile that vanquished his eyes, "Although it’s not much, it’s still a good start."

"Indeed, it’s quite impressive." Lin Nianhe nodded in agreement.

The area of Star Island is smaller than Xiangjiang, and since it was their first collaboration, securing a hundred thousand was already great.

Wang Shumei handed Brown’s contract to Factory Director Ji: "Uncle Ji, please keep this safe."

Factory Director Ji subconsciously took it, then looked closely—

One, ten, hundred... hundred thousand, million, ten million!

His lips began to tremble, his hands shook like leaves swept by the autumn wind, and his cheeks instantly flushed red as a liver. He seemed about to faint the next second.

Wen Lan, quite adeptly, took out a small bottle and accurately threw two lifesaving pills directly into Factory Director Ji’s mouth.

She was too familiar with this task; after the Spring Trade Fair, her precision in playing mahjong had improved a lot.

"I, I, I..."

Factory Director Ji, looking at the three girls who seemed unfazed, suddenly understood why Wong Xiaokou adamantly refused to come to the Trade Fair anymore!

The shock was simply more than their hearts could handle!

Rubbing his chest, Factory Director Ji finally managed to find his voice: "Is, is this, this more than our total sales at the Spring Trade Fair?"

"Look at what you’re saying, when you set aside fifteen million in quota, didn’t you foresee this day coming?" Lin Nianhe said smilingly, pouring him a cup of tea.

"But this, this..." Factory Director Ji looked at the contract, feeling it was surreal, "This is too quick!"

"You really should go see the food exhibition area, they’re even quicker," Lin Nianhe said. "I reckon they’ve already run out of quotas by now."

"But, but that’s different..."

Factory Director Ji muttered quietly.

Crops like soybeans do not require picking each piece individually, and the foreign businessmen doing this trade have clear objectives, naturally they are much quicker.

What about them?

In just three and a half hours, they brought in contracts worth nearly fifty million in sales.

Factory Director Ji never in his life thought about how much fifty million was.

"Uncle Ji, take a sip of water and take it easy, money is just a series of numbers after all," Lin Nianhe tried to comfort him.

Factory Director Ji: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wen Lan: "..."

Everyone around: "..."

Listen, listen, is this even human talk!

A series of numbers?

They too wish they could have such long numbers!

After staring blankly for a long time, Factory Director Ji tremblingly took a sip of tea and then asked in a low voice, "Xiao Lin, does this mean we could potentially build a building as tall as Sui City Hotel?"