In Lin Nianhe's view, Zhang Changjiang is really not worthy of the saying "harmony brings wealth".
But he had to say it.
You can't blame her.
Seeing Lin Nianhe's confident look, Zheng Lirong felt a little relieved, but she couldn't help but be curious: "Sister, if you have any idea, just tell me quickly, don't let my heart wander."
Lin Nianhe immediately took away his magical powers and stopped pretending.
She said: "It's actually quite simple. You go find a few sharp-tongued ladies who block the entrance to Zhang Changjiang's black market every day and curse, saying that the food you buy from them is bad for people. If they retaliate, you'll curse them to death." If you dare to raise your palm, just lie down on the ground and say you will kill someone."
High-end business wars often require only the simplest methods.
After Zheng Lirong heard this, she shuddered.
Put yourself in her shoes, if this happened to her, she would definitely feel a headache.
Can--
"Is this all right? I've seen people making trouble like this before, but they can't be moved at all."
“There is an essential difference between part-time troublemaking and full-time troublemaking.”
Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "Sister, think about it, if you were a seller, would you have to turn around and run away when you saw this kind of battle? If you were a buyer, I heard that they sell a lot of things here. If a person gets sick from eating, regardless of whether it is true or not, do you still dare to buy things here?"
"Over time, the sellers will not dare to go, and the number of buyers will naturally decrease. And what about Zhang Changjiang? He can neither let the people below him go hungry, nor the superiors will keep an eye on him, and the goods in his hand cannot be sold without making any profit. …How long can he survive?”
Zheng Lirong thought about it and had to admit that Lin Nianhe's idea was really harmful.
She asked again: "Then what if Zhang Changjiang finds out that we are causing trouble and uses this method to deal with us?"
"Then you just give the money directly. If five yuan doesn't work, then fifty. If fifty doesn't work, then one hundred." Lin Nianhe said, "So this is the key to the problem. Sister Lirong, these ladies you are looking for must be completely trustworthy." Yes, they must not be bribed. Of course, it is also important to protect them, so as not to be beaten down."
Speaking of this, Lin Nianhe suddenly had an idea: "By the way, you can ask one of the ladies not to go after two days of trouble, and the crime will be increased."
Zheng Lirong was stunned when she heard this, and had only one thought in her mind——
Lao Bai died unjustly.
Zheng Lirong thought about it for a while following Lin Nianhe's reminder. She already had detailed arrangements in her mind. She nodded: "Okay, I have an idea. Don't worry."
Lin Nianhe sat on the chair, dangling his little feet.
What evil intentions could she have?
She was just afraid that someone would die if they fought hard.
She is such a kind and good person...
Zheng Lirong took two sips to regain her composure, and after a while she asked, "Sister, what else do you want to do when you come to the provincial capital?"
With such a few simple words, even if it was inconvenient to say it on the phone, she could definitely ask Wu Genmao and the others to make a trip.
Lin Nianhe said: "I want to help the folks in our brigade find some odd jobs, such as gluing matchboxes and the like."
Sitting here saying this, Lin Nianhe felt quite sad.
When it came to finding odd jobs, she had planned to go through 800 twists and turns, but she still had to find Bai Bo!
However, Bai Bo committed suicide and did not give her a chance to harvest the wool.
Zheng Lirong didn't know what Lin Nianhe had planned. Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning: "I do know people from the match factory. If I want to do this job, just say hello. But the problem is that your team is too far away. Come on, the little money you earn isn’t even enough to cover your travel expenses.”
"There is no way, there is no match factory in Lan County." Lin Nianhe shrugged, and then asked, "Sister Lirong, let me ask you, do you know what the textile factory in the provincial capital mainly does?"
Sticking matchbooks was never her first choice.
Zheng Lirong was a little confused by her question, and subconsciously said: "A textile factory? Apart from weaving cloth and making ready-made clothes, what else can it do?"
Lin Nianhe opened his mouth, speechless.
There is really nothing wrong with this answer.
She could only ask more specifically: "I'm talking about those little bits and pieces of finger flowers. Can the textile factory here make them?"
Zheng Lirong obviously didn't understand this question, she said: "I'm not sure either, so let me ask you, where do you live?"
"Railway Guest House." Lin Nianhe said, "Then I'll trouble you."
"We sisters are so polite." Zheng Lirong waved her hands indifferently and said, "I won't leave you here to eat. You wait for me at the guest house. I will go find you when there is news."
Zheng Lirong didn't let Lin Nianhe eat. Of course, it wasn't because she was reluctant to part with the meal, but because she didn't want her to stay here for a long time to avoid anything going wrong.
"Okay, then I'll go back first." Lin Nianhe stood up, "Sister, I only have a week's leave and can't stay in the provincial capital for too long."
Zheng Lirong stood up to see her off, nodded and said, "I know, I will give you a letter tomorrow at the latest."
"okay."
When he was about to reach the entrance of the black market, Lin Nianhe remembered another thing.
She said: "By the way, sister, I got 300 kilograms of mung beans from here some time ago. The quantity is not much. I am too lazy to take out, so I donated it to our production team in your name. It is just in time for the autumn harvest and will be given to the folks." I made mung bean soup and drank it.”
Zheng Lirong immediately understood what Lin Nianhe meant. Her eyes were a little red, and she held Lin Nianhe's hand and said, "Sister, thank you..."
Lin Nianhe did use her as a shield, but the villagers would truly remember her kindness and treat her two children well.
Lin Nianhe smiled and returned what she had just said: "Why are we sisters so polite?"
Zheng Lirong burst into laughter. She walked Lin Nianhe to the door and stopped: "I'll see him off not far away. Be careful and come to me if anything happens."
"OK."
Lin Nianhe waved to her and left.
Walking back to the intersection, she saw Wang Shumei and Wen Lan stepping on a brick, seemingly capable of grabbing and shooting them at any time.
Lin Nianhe swallowed, took a step back, and reminded: "Look clearly, it's me, don't take pictures."
When Wen Lan saw her walking out with her beard and tail intact, she breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped her forehead again: "It's good that she's okay, she's out now."
Wang Shumei glanced behind her and saw no one following her, so she grabbed one of them with each hand and walked out a street before stopping.
She asked: "How is the matter going? Is it easy to solve?"
Lin Nianhe smiled and said with a relaxed face: "It went very well. Sister Lirong will go help me find some odd jobs."
Wang Shumei was speechless: "I'm asking you about that fat man!"
"Oh, him, what can't be solved with his brain as big as a melon seed?" Lin Nianhe shrugged casually, "I think I'm bullying him even if I think twice."
Wang Shumei: "..."
(End of chapter)
