Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 630 - 629: Three No’s

"You just left her there alone?"

"Yes, she needs to grow eventually, and besides, didn’t I already introduce her?"

"You just left her there alone?"

"Uncle Kapasa is a very nice person; he wouldn’t make things difficult for her."

"So you just left her there alone?"

"Uncle Ji, if you’re so worried, why don’t I take you there next time?"

"Cough cough, I think I still need to give the young people a chance to stand on their own..."

Factory Director Ji awkwardly touched his nose, his voice noticeably eight octaves lower. freewёbnoνel.com

Lin Nianhe: "I think we should give the elders a chance to show themselves."

"Hehe, no, no, my mistake," Factory Director Ji quietly admitted his fault, "You can manage them however you want, just pretend I’m dead."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Not to say, Uncle Ji does have the determination to sacrifice himself.

Lin Nianhe didn’t trouble him further, watching the long queue forming in front of the booth, he sat down in a good mood to drink some tea.

"Nianhe, the fifth person in line is Mr. Brown from North America," Wang Shumei whispered as she sat down beside Lin Nianhe.

"Okay, let’s both go and have a chat with him later." Lin Nianhe nodded.

Aside from Brown, the rest were all new faces. Shen Yu had already received Lin Nianhe’s promise, and naturally wouldn’t waste the most precious first day in line; Lin Nianhe estimated it would take him at least three days to come and sign the contract.

These new clients were the "assignments" that Lin Nianhe had given to the sales team.

Apart from Xiangjiang, Europe, and North America, they needed to sell the remaining three million quotas to foreign merchants from other places.

This task was by no means easy, since the biggest markets were excluded, and since this was their first time participating in the Trade Fair facing foreign merchants was quite nerve-wracking.

Lin Nianhe listened, watched, and observed their words and actions from the side.

After all, these were people who had passed a round of selection, and although they were nervous, they were quite structured in their approach, so there were no big problems.

Lin Nianhe watched for a while and then relaxed.

As there were enough sales associates, soon, Brown had come over to them.

"Hello," Brown smiled broadly, "long time no see."

"Hello, Mr. Brown," Wang Shumei smiled as she stood to greet him with a nod, "Are you looking to continue placing orders?"

Wang Shumei hadn’t been idle these past six months and her English had become much more fluent than before.

"Of course, of course," Brown nodded repeatedly, "this time I want to order even more."

"Alright, let’s discuss it in the negotiation room."

As Wang Shumei spoke, she turned and gave Lin Nianhe a look.

Lin Nianhe, catching her signal, put down his teacup and stood up.

Meanwhile, Factory Director Ji was looking left and right—anxiety written all over his face—it seemed he could only remain as the factory director because he was incompetent.

"Hey, Xiao Lin," Factory Director Ji called out to Lin Nianhe, "these old foreign merchants are still waiting, what should I do?"

"Well, you can just keep an eye on them," Lin Nianhe stopped in his tracks, looked at the long line, and replied.

"Keep an eye on what?"

"Make sure they don’t get heatstroke, faint, or start fighting and causing trouble."

"..."

Indeed, he was utterly useless.

Having arranged a kindergarten teacher’s job for Factory Director Ji, Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei took Brown to the negotiation room.

"’Lan’ is very popular in North America, and this time I need more goods," Brown said, spreading his hands and looking troubled, "As you know, the substitutability of headpieces is very high. Before I came here, there were already many imitations of ’Lan’ headpieces. I need more goods to ensure market stability."

Wang Shumei looked at Lin Nianhe, the implication was clear—It’s your turn to talk.

With a slight smile, Lin Nianhe asked directly, "How many do you need?"

"The more the better," Brown said, "At least eight million pieces. The competition is really too fierce, especially Rubin, that guy. Last time he lost to me here, and as soon as he went back, he contacted the factories and produced almost identical headpieces to compete with me..."

It seemed Brown was trying to use his sob story to gain more leverage.

However, Lin Nianhe felt no sympathy, only annoyance.

Where there is market, there is competition. Being in business, complaining and sob stories are the most useless things.

Furthermore, Brown’s words weren’t just a sob story; there was also a hint of threat—

If Rubin, who does not have direct access to original goods, could produce almost identical headpieces, then he could certainly use that method to replicate the "Lan" brand Head Flower.

She also sensed from Brown’s words his ambition, his desire to own the entire North American headwear market, and maybe even to expand beyond it.

"Just a moment," Lin Nianhe interrupted him, "Eight million is too much, I can only offer you two million."

Brown frowned, shaking his head repeatedly: "That’s impossible, it’s really too little, completely not enough."

"’Lan’ brand’s quality control ensures its rarity, we won’t compromise quality for production," Lin Nianhe said earnestly and emphatically, "Moreover, monopolizing the market is your personal desire; we have no obligation to fulfill your ambition."

Brown paused, his breathing slight.

He knew from the Spring Trade Fair that Lin Nianhe was tough, but he hadn’t expected her to be so ruthless.

His little scheme uncovered, Brown only felt embarrassed for a moment before regaining normalcy: "But this is a great option for both of us, isn’t it? I think you shouldn’t care who you’re selling to. It would be easier for you if you only supplied me."

Lin Nianhe lowered her gaze, pretending to ponder.

The initial quota she reserved for North America was three million, the same as the Shen Family, an option considered after much deliberation.

If she really wanted to act as a mere supplier, Brown’s offer was indeed tempting.

But she didn’t want to.

"I think we can engage in a closer cooperation, trust me, you won’t find a more suitable partner than me!"

Seeing Lin Nianhe silent, Brown took it as her seriously considering his proposal and immediately lobbied relentlessly.

After a long spiel, his mouth was dry when Lin Nianhe finally looked up at him.

She said, "Three million, no more. If you don’t want it, then I can only wish you all the best."

Brown: "..."

He had been prattling on for so long, even a heart of stone should have been moved, shouldn’t it?

This young lady isn’t old, but her will is very strong!

"Well..."

"You might want to think it over again. However, as per the regulations, we can’t reserve this three million quota for you."

Lin Nianhe said and made to get up and leave.

Now it’s a seller’s market for Lan County Textile Factory; she could switch cooperation partners, but Brown had no other choice.

Threaten her? Not an option, she was already being kind by not threatening him back.

"Hey, hey, don’t rush off!"

Startled, Brown quickly stopped her: "Three million... Alright, fine, we’ll do three million. But next year, you must give me a larger quota!"

"I can’t guarantee that, I hope you’ll be able to move as swiftly next year as you did today."

Lin Nianhe was like a heartbreaker, offering no guarantees, no commitments, no responsibilities.

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