Lin Nianhe sat on the kang for three minutes before he regained his composure and made sure it was Sister Lan who called the door and not Aunt Xue.
She breathed a sigh of relief, responded, and picked up the watch on the pillow.
It's eight o'clock.
She has indeed been very tired recently, and she is habitually alert when she is outside. She will wake up at the slightest movement at night. She felt at ease after going home, and she actually slept for nearly twelve hours.
"I'm coming……"
Lin Nianhe casually took the military coat and put it on, pulled on his slippers and opened the door.
The sun was dazzling outside. She squinted her eyes and subconsciously blocked the sun with her hands.
Seeing her, Wen Lan breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his heart with one hand and wiped the cold sweat with the other: "I was scared to death, are you okay?"
Lin Nianhe was confused: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Wen Lan blinked her eyes with sincerity: "You haven't moved all morning. I thought you were dead in the house."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Touching, but not much.
Lin Nianhe was silent for a long time and said weakly: "Sister Lan, if I really die in the house, it will be useless for you to knock on the door, so next time..."
Wen Lan: "I understand, next time I will just break the door open."
Lin Nianhe: "No need, just let me sleep here!"
Wen Lan was still worried about Lin Nianhe. She touched Lin Nianhe's forehead. She didn't feel it the first time, but it felt a little hot the second time, and a little cold the third time...
Wen Lan: "Why did your body temperature change so quickly?"
Lin Nianhe: "Is it possible that my head warmed your hand?"
Wen Lan: "I understand, you have a fever again."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She is not afraid of anything now, she is just afraid that Sister Lan will make it clear.
In order to prove that he did not have a fever, Lin Nianhe took his temperature three times in front of Wen Lan, two of which were taken by Wen Lan pressing his arm.
The results of the three times are unified, thirty-six degrees eight.
Sister Lan said her thermometer was broken.
Lin Nianhe: "You have to send me away today, right?"
Wen Lan: "I'm afraid you'll die in the house."
"..."
After a restless morning, Lin Nianhe finally convinced Wen Lan that he wouldn't just say no, and then he was allowed to wash up and have breakfast.
Wang Shumei is going to take Wang Xiaoxiao to the health center today to have another look at the injury on his arm, just in case anything goes wrong on the road. Lin Nianhe also had to report to Wang Xiao, so he rode on the back seat of Su Yuncheng's bicycle.
"Xiao Lin! You are finally back! Ever since you left, uncle has not felt at ease. Have you been bullied outside? Tell him if you have anything, and he will support you!"
In the past few months, Wang Xiao has had almost no time to rest. Any rest days have nothing to do with him.
Lin Nianhe put the three oil paper bags on the table and said with a smile: "Everything is fine, don't worry, these are sausages from the Xishi Food Factory. I brought them back to you, Uncle Feng and Uncle Ji. Could you please help me deliver them?" Give it to them."
"Hey, look at you kid, you're still thinking about this when you go out to do errands, how tired you are when you get it back!" Wang Xiao laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
Does he care about the food?
He cares about Xiaolin and thinks about him!
Lin Nianhe smiled and went straight to the point: "I met with Uncle Chen from the Liao Provincial Railway Bureau and agreed on the route and arrangements for the transportation of the flower heads. From now on, 50% of our flower heads can take a ride with the steel plant to go to Deliveries to the southeastern coastal areas can depart from Bincheng Port and be transported by water, and transportation costs can be reduced a lot."
"That's a good relationship!" Wang Xiao looked at Lin Nianhe, "Xiao Lin, thank you for your hard work."
He sighed unconsciously, with a hint of distress in his eyes.
"It's nothing on the way." Lin Nianhe shook his head lightly, "Besides, I also have something to ask you."
"What's the matter? Tell me." Wang Xiao patted his chest and said, "As long as it doesn't violate the principles, I will help you figure it out."
"It's just that Wang Xiaoxiao, the younger sister of Wang Shumei, an educated youth from our brigade, came to study here." Lin Nianhe said, "Is it okay?"
Wang Xiao said: "Principal Xiao Wu and Lao Feng of your village talked about this matter. I happened to be there that day and everything was done. Don't you know?"
Lin Nianhe was startled.
She really hadn't heard Principal Wu mention this matter. It turned out that it had already been taken care of.
She smiled and said, "I just came back yesterday and haven't had time to talk to Principal Wu about this yet. Now that it's done, thank you."
"Hey, these are all trivial matters, not nothing." Wang Xiao was quite proud, "It's all for the sake of the children!"
Wang Xiao took a sip of hot water and his eyes brightened: "The factory building is about to be built, the sewing machines ordered have arrived, and the recruitment of workers has gone smoothly, so I can breathe a sigh of relief..."
He's been so tired lately that he's been a little dizzy. But every time when he was exhausted, looking at the real money earned, he became more motivated again.
Lin Nianhe was silent for a moment, but still reminded: "Although I shouldn't hit you, the Spring Festival is in mid-April. Before that, we have to grab at least one quarter of domestic supply, and there is only one and a half months, so we must race against time. In addition, I have to remind you that domestic supply demand is likely to surge in the second half of this year, so——Uncle Wang, you can’t relax."
The rapid development of the textile factory requires everyone to work together to make profits. If any link goes wrong, they will be knocked back to their original shape.
Wang Xiao, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, tensed up again after hearing this. He swallowed and asked weakly: "What is your 'high probability'?"
Lin Nianhe: "Eighty-nine point four-seven percent."
"Why is there such a thing as everything?"
"I did the math." Lin Nianhe said sincerely, "Statistics and probability theory."
Wang Xiao: "..."
I didn’t understand it, but it seemed to make sense.
He wiped his face in embarrassment and coughed twice to cover it up. After a moment, he said: "I don't want to relax, but I just want you to relax... Well, yes, don't be too tired."
"etc!"
"What?"
"Can our supply demand still increase? How much can it increase? Have you calculated this?"
Wang Xiao suddenly realized the key point in Lin Nianhe's words and jumped up from his stool.
Lin Nianhe nodded and continued to share the data with him: "It is conservatively estimated that domestic demand will reach 900,000 per month after July this year, and bold prediction can reach 1.2 million per month."
Nowadays, their head flowers are only supplied to the provincial capital, Beijing and Shanghai, and the supply in these three cities is still in short supply. Once they start supplying to other cities, the supply volume will inevitably increase exponentially.
Wang Xiao took a deep breath, and the calculations in his mind began to flash, and his eyes began to shine.
He rubbed his hands and muttered excitedly: "Even if it's one million per month, the average payment is 500,000, and the tax paid in one month is 260,000. That, that... that's fast in a year." Ten million!”
Lin Nianhe: "You are really a mathematical genius."
