Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 633 - 632: A Friendship...

Lin Nianhe’s persuasive talk instantly opened up new avenues for everyone.

Yeah, although we can’t beat them, we can surely rip them off... make a killing off their money!

Using an enemy’s money for our own purposes feels kind of awesome.

"Is that why you’re charging them an arm and a leg?"

On the way back, Factory Director Ji quietly asked Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe answered with righteous indignation: "As a seller, I have the right to assess the value of my goods and set a reasonable price. This isn’t just a Head Flower; it’s the sweat and toil of countless people."

No sooner had Lin Nianhe finished speaking than her piercingly honest friend Wen Lan came online in time: "Toil my ass, I saw you knock out over thirty designs in an hour."

Lin Nianhe: "First off, Sister Lan you should talk less; secondly, time is the most precious thing in my life; and finally... really, Sister Lan, talk less, I’m begging you."

Lucky for them, they left later than the foreign merchants, for if these words were overheard by outsiders... it still wouldn’t hinder her from swindling their little money.

Lin Nianhe’s explanation was indeed useful. The next day, the salespeople no longer treated the Japanese with the same coldness as before. Eyes gleaming, they were all determined to empty their wallets.

Boosted morale led to especially motivated salespeople who completed the three-million sales quota task in just three days.

These were all small orders, mostly around a few hundred thousand, with the largest contract negotiated by Xu Chingching, amounting to three hundred thousand.

"Xiao Lin, there’s still three million quota left," whispered Factory Director Ji.

"That’s for the Shen Family," said Lin Nianhe. "I reckon he’ll come to sign the contract today."

"Alright." Factory Director Ji nodded, then turned to the salespeople who were both excited and at a loss after finishing their tasks. "You’ve all worked hard these last few days. Starting today, leave one person at the booth every day, and the rest can rest at the hotel or go out and enjoy yourselves, as you please."

Before the crowd could cheer, Factory Director Ji hastily added another line: "However, you must all return on time every night. No asking for leave during the nightly meetings."

"Okay!"

"Thank you, Factory Director!"

Factory Director Ji smiled and waved at them: "You guys go have fun this afternoon. I’ll stay here."

"Factory Director, can you manage on your own?"

"Indeed, why don’t we stay here and you go back instead?"

"Hey, you really think I’m useless?" Factory Director Ji glared. "Off you go! I’ll stay here by myself!"

Lin Nianhe: "Should I go too?"

"Hahaha, Xiao Lin, don’t you have to wait for the Shen Family to sign the contract..."

"You negotiate with him. Uncle Shen is a good man, and speaks Mandarin. You two can communicate without a translator."

"..."

Before Factory Director Ji could burst into tears, Lin Nianhe offered him a tranquilizer—she pulled out a stack of test papers from her bag and pushed them to Wang Shumei and Wen Lan: "Come on, don’t just sit there, study hard and make daily progress."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wen Lan: "..."

They don’t get to rest, is that it?

Lin Nianhe made it clear with her actions: they don’t.

Actually, Factory Director Ji was secretly delighted about this. Having company was better than being a lonely old person on his own; he wouldn’t panic if something unexpected happened.

Thus, a peculiar scene appeared at the autumn trade fair.

At the booth gleaming with a shiny "兰" sign, a "sold out" sign was put up early, and behind the booth sat one reading a newspaper, and three doing their exercises, with a little red clay stove boiling tea on their table.

This scene was completely out of place at the autumn trade fair.

Foreign merchants passing by who were not in the headwear business couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

Lin Nianhe never expected that promoting learning could also serve as an advertisement.

She eyed Wang Shumei and Wen Lan, toying with the idea of turning them into an attraction.

Without any prior agreement, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan simultaneously shivered and then glared at Lin Nianhe: "What are you up to now?"

Lin Nianhe: "I didn’t say anything!"

"What vile thing are you plotting now?"

"I, I was just thinking for a moment!"

"So you were thinking after all!"

"..."

When Sister Lan’s fists matched with Sister Shumei’s brains, Comrade Xiao Lin could only admit that they were too much for her.

What else could she do?

After all, they were friends, and it’s not like they had to become attractions.

"Look, don’t get excited, I was just..."

Lin Nianhe started to say something, then suddenly found her confidence.

She cleared her throat and changed her tone, "Why are you two looking at me? Get back to your work! Don’t make me get the knife!"

Wang Shumei: "You flip-flop so much, don’t you think you should see a doctor?"

Wen Lan: "Do you think I’d be embarrassed to hit you just because there are many people?"

Lin Nianhe ignored them, quickly running up to the newcomer, "Brother Yuncheng!"

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wen Lan: "..."

Someone came to back her up.

What else could she do?

They were friends, after all. She didn’t have to die.

Su Yuncheng observed the slightly odd atmosphere and saw Lin Nianhe ready to hide behind him. He smiled and placed a bag of ice pops and sodas on the table:

"I brought some stuff, let’s all take a break."

The treats appropriately extinguished the grievances of Wang Shumei and Wen Lan. They thanked him and started eating.

Lin Nianhe biting on an ice pop, asked him, "How come you’re here at this time?"

"Nothing much, just came to see you," Su Yuncheng glanced at the signs and asked, "Are you done here?"

"The Shen Family contract is not signed yet, I’m waiting... Oh, no need to wait, Uncle Shen is here."

Shen Yu saw Su Yuncheng from a distance.

He had never met him before, but easily guessed his identity.

That tidy military uniform, along with his proximity to Lin Nianhe, made it clear who he was without having to guess.

"Ah He, I’m not too late, am I?" Shen Yu approached, smiled, and nodded at Su Yuncheng, "This is Mr. Su, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Shen, this is Su Yuncheng," Lin Nianhe introduced with a smile, "Brother Yuncheng, this is Mr. Shen Yu from Xiangjiang."

"Hello." Su Yuncheng extended his hand.

"Hello." Shen Yu shook hands with him, "A hero in his youth, Major Su’s deeds are known throughout the streets and alleys of Xiangjiang."

"You are too kind," Su Yuncheng said, "It was just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Shen Yu got straight to the point, "Ah He, I’m here to sign the contract, I hope the quotas haven’t run out?"

"Of course not, we’ve been waiting for you," Lin Nianhe replied, summoning Factory Director Ji to head to the negotiation room with Shen Yu.

Negotiations with Shen Yu went smoothly; he wasn’t the type to haggle over every ounce and penny. No matter the cost, he had his own ways to not damage his profits.

Shen Yu came with an assistant. Although he hadn’t come over these days, his assistant had already reviewed all the samples and carried out analyses and estimates, listing the suggested purchase amounts for each type of goods.

Therefore, Shen Yu’s work was made much simpler.

He verified each sample number, making occasional changes, and within an hour, he gave the final order list.

"Pleasure doing business."

"Pleasure doing business."

After signing the contract, Shen Yu didn’t leave right away but instead said to Factory Director Ji, "Mr. Ji, if time permits, we would like to invite you to visit Xiangjiang. This might offer some help to your development."

Although he was speaking to Factory Director Ji, his gaze fell on Lin Nianhe.

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