Would Chang Jinzhong tell Lao Rongzi that he was bald?
of course not!
He is going to take this matter to the coffin, and even the Prince of Hell can’t pry his mouth open!
So, he abruptly changed the topic again and extinguished Lin Nianhe's gossip:
"Ahem, Xiaolin, let's talk about production."
Lin Nianhe looked disappointed, but she calmed herself down in an instant - just don't say anything, she will ask her master later.
She calmed down and started talking about business: "Uncle Chang, I don't know much about production. Any random instructions will delay your normal work, but I want to say a few words about sales - in addition to unified purchasing and marketing, I think we The threshing machines can be exported to earn foreign exchange.”
After hearing this, Chang Jinzhong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Xiao Lin, there are corn threshers in foreign countries that burn diesel fuel. How could they buy our hand-operated thresher?"
After all, Chang Jinzhong is not from the Ministry of Foreign Trade, and his views on earning foreign exchange from exports are fixed.
Lin Nianhe asked directly: "Since foreign countries have already had corn threshers, why haven't we introduced them?"
"It seems because the price is too expensive..." Chang Jinzhong realized what he said halfway, and his eyes lit up, "Xiao Lin, you mean, we can sell it to the same unaffordable diesel thresher at a lower price. s country?"
Like most people, he always feels that the things that can be exported must be much better than those from other countries, but he ignores that there are many countries that are far behind us.
Lin Nianhe nodded with a smile: "Yes, but there is a problem. Our thresher is not that difficult to produce. If you want to export it for a long time, you'd better set a price that makes others think it's a good deal to buy it, or There are planned trading countries that only sell to some areas with underdeveloped industries.”
Lin Nianhe clearly knows the market corresponding to each product. The first flower is to take a high-end route, focusing on wool picking, but the threshing machine needs to be close to the people, because the people who will use it are farmers, and the price is too high. There is an audience.
Chang Jinzhong listened carefully, and after Lin Nianhe finished speaking, he said: "Then I will make a report now, but the export pricing must be approved by the Ministry of Foreign Trade."
"I don't understand these processes, but I can tell Uncle Huang that our machinery factory has decided to put into production. It will be up to you to deal with the follow-up." Lin Nianhe smiled and reassured Chang Jinzhong, and then He said goodbye, "Uncle Chang, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. If you have anything to do in the future, you can call my home phone number. I will usually be at home."
As she spoke, she gave Chang Jinzhong the note she had prepared with her home phone number written on it.
Chang Jinzhong took the note and put it in the phone book, but called Lin Nianhe: "Well, Xiao Lin, you invented this threshing machine. Do you... have any needs?"
"ah?"
This question confused Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe really didn't think about repaying this time. If he had to say it...does it count if Tu doesn't have to grind the corn next year?
She blinked: "I don't have any needs, but if possible, I hope the machinery factory can produce it as soon as possible. It would be great if the hand-operated threshers could be distributed to various production teams before this autumn harvest."
Chang Jinzhong looked at her uncertainly.
This little girl has been working hard for so long, but she doesn’t even want any bonus? What is she planning?
Seeing the distrustful expression on his face, Lin Nianhe sighed inwardly that it's hard to be a good person, and then said, "With your permission, can I learn the craftsmanship from Master Rong in the near future?"
Chang Jinzhong: "...!"
"Xiao Lin! Be obedient! I will find someone else to be your master!"
With Rong Zhiguo in front of him, how could Lin Nianhe find someone else to be his master.
In the workshop, Chang Jinzhong watched with tears in his eyes as Lin Nianhe followed Rong Zhiguo around like a little tail. He was not so nervous when he married a factory girl.
Lin Nianhe happily followed Rong Zhiguo around. Rong Zhiguo was also used to having a little tail behind him. Occasionally he realized that Lin Nianhe might not understand, so he would explain it to her in an extremely mocking tone.
Ignoring the psychological pressure, Rong Zhiguo is really a good master.
Lin Nianhe spent the whole day in the machinery factory, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.
When it was time to get off work in the evening, Su Yuncheng came to pick her up on time. He had a report to make in the afternoon, so he didn't accompany Lin Nianhe.
Su Yuncheng waited at the door for a long time before Lin Nianhe came out. She was still holding her notebook and asking questions as she walked.
Rong Zhiguo talked more in one day than in the past three days. When he saw Su Yuncheng at the door of the factory, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Girl, your partner has come to pick you up. Go home quickly." !”
Lin Nianhe said "Hey" and suggested with stern eyes: "Master, how about I treat you to dinner tonight?"
Rong Zhiguo: "...!"
All the ghost stories he had heard in his life combined were not as scary as her words!
Rong Zhiguo completely ignored Lin Nianhe's thoughts and handed her over to the "guardian" directly: "I gave her to you, I don't care about it!" After that, he pedaled his bicycle hard and ran as fast as if he was being chased by a wolf. .
Lin Nianhe: "Master, he is really getting stronger with age. It would be a pity not to work overtime."
Su Yuncheng handed her the gloves: "Okay, get in the car, it's time to go home."
"good."
Lin Nianhe put his work notes into his pocket, took the gloves and put them on, and jumped directly into the back seat of Su Yuncheng.
It's time to get off work, there are a lot of bicycles on the road, and the buses are full of people. Lin Nianhe grabbed Su Yuncheng's clothes, gently shook his calf, and asked him: "Brother Yuncheng, when will you return to Lan County?"
"You're leaving around February 25th, right?" Su Yuncheng replied, "I'll be with you."
"That's great. You won't be bored on the way back." Lin Nianhe raised the corners of his mouth.
"I called Xie Yuguo in the afternoon," Su Yuncheng added, "the information and books within the institute are confidential and cannot be given to you, but there are some basic teaching materials that can be given to you. He will return to the capital next week , I’ll bring it back to you then.”
Lin Nianhe's heart felt warm. He was like this every time. As long as it was related to her, even if it was just a casual conversation, he would remember it in his heart, and then handle it carefully and properly.
She knows people in the subtleties, and what Su Yuncheng did really left her unable to find any thorns in it.
Lin Nianhe tugged at the corner of Su Yuncheng's clothes: "Brother Yuncheng, I want to eat roasted chestnuts with sugar."
"good."
He was afraid that she would burn her hands with the hot sugar-roasted chestnuts, so he gave it to her in an oil paper bag filled with his own scarf.
Lin Nianhe pinched open a chestnut and handed the soft, glutinous and sweet chestnut kernel to his mouth: "You eat it first."
This was on the street. Although it was dark, there were many people. In the dark, Major Su's ears turned red. He took the chestnuts with his hands and put them into his mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Lin Nianhe looked at him expectantly, as if she had roasted the chestnuts.
"It's very sweet." Su Yuncheng answered all questions. After answering, he got on the car and took her home.
Lin Nianhe had something to do this time. She peeled chestnuts and stuffed one into Su Yuncheng's mouth from time to time. At first, she held the chestnut shell in her hand, but then she couldn't let it go, so she could only take half of it out of the oil paper bag. Let's put it in the open space.
The bicycle stopped in front of Lin's house. Lin Nianhe just put a chestnut kernel in his mouth and choked in the next second.
"Ahem...Brother, why don't you go home at night and bask in the moonlight?"
Under the moonlight, Lin Huaizhou was leaning on a crutch, with a dark face, glaring at Su Yuncheng with murderous eyes.
