It was understandable that it was difficult for acquaintances to lie to Lin Nianhe, but what she couldn't understand was why neither of them believed her when she told the truth.
All conscience, she really just wanted to eat a popsicle.
Lin Nianhe planned to struggle again, so she reached out and grabbed Wen Lan's clothes and looked at her eagerly.
Wen Lan: "Melon girl."
Lin Nianhe let out a light tut, let go of her and turned around to grab Wang Shumei's clothes, his eyes becoming more and more pitiful.
Wang Shumei: "What are you looking at?"
These three words, spoken with a Northeastern accent, have a sense of oppression that directly hits the soul.
Lin Nianhe licked his lips and replied confidently: "Look at my beautiful and kind sister Shumei, do you have any objections?"
Wang Shumei: "..."
The beautiful and kind-hearted Sister Shumei stuck to her heart and ignored her.
Lin Nianhe looked around but couldn't find anything. He sighed and stood up. While searching for his wallet, he muttered: "You can't have a little trust between people. Think about it with your conscience, when have I cheated you... Oh, forget it, let’s not mention it, I’ll just go buy some popsicles myself…”
Wang Shumei and Wen Lan were smacking melon seeds without getting on each other's nerves.
Lin Nianhe took out his wallet and took two steps. He didn't hear anyone asking him to stay. He stopped and turned around without feeling any embarrassment: "Are you really willing to let me go by myself? Aren't you afraid that I will be in danger? What if? What should I do if I encounter a popsicle robber?”
Wang Shumei and Wen Lan continued to eat melon seeds, but they still didn't talk to each other.
"Okay, I understand. You are probably tired of it. After all, I paid for this year of companionship by mistake..."
Lin Nianhe looked like he was about to cry, wiping away his non-existent tears and moving away centimeter by centimeter.
Wen Lan: "Mei Zi, I want to beat her."
Wang Shumei: "Take it easy, don't splash blood all over the floor, you still have to mop the floor."
"You guys have to think clearly, I'm gone today, and you can't coax me to come back again!"
"Let's go, let's go, don't look back."
"..."
Lin Nianhe didn't buy popsicles in the end.
It wasn't the conscience of the two guys who found out, but the comrades from the Shanghai Textile Factory gave the three of them three popsicles as a thank you to Lin Nianhe for reminding them to have electric fans.
The Spring Fair will officially start tomorrow. There are people from every factory staying here this afternoon. Although they have completed the layout of the booths and exhibition stands, they are afraid that no one will be there if something happens, so they have to wait even if they are just sitting there.
When dinner was approaching, Minister Huang led the team for a final inspection. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the unique exhibition stand. He immediately became happy, turned around and said to the people next to him: "It was too early to say what I just said. Look at the textile delegation. How comfortable it is.”
Just now they said that these booths are almost the same every year, but the things are slightly different.
The head of the textile delegation remembered that Lin Nianhe was also from the Ministry of Foreign Trade, and he did not dare to take credit at the moment. He immediately said: "Minister Huang, this fresh-style booth was suggested by Comrade Lin Nianhe, and we all think it is good."
"oh?"
Minister Huang glanced over and saw Lin Nianhe in the crowd.
He smiled and walked straight to Lin Nianhe without hiding the relationship between the two: "Yao'er, did you do this?"
"What the hell, I just talk, it's all the work done by comrades." Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "You know me, I have a heart that wants to work, but I don't have a pair of skillful hands."
"Hahaha……"
Minister Huang walked up to Lin Nianhe with a smile and asked her: "I heard that you gave Wang Xiao a military order worth two million?"
When the leaders of several nearby factories heard this, they all looked at Lin Nianhe with wide eyes.
Selling flower heads for two million? How dare she say that when her head is only worth eighty cents!
Lin Nianhe sighed: "Those were all words coaxing Uncle Wang on the train. I didn't know the situation here at that time..."
"Oh? Now that you know the situation, what do you say?"
"About five million."
Everyone: "...!"
How dare she go up?
Could it be that what she said just now meant that she had said too much before?
"Hahaha!"
Minister Huang stretched out his hand and patted Lin Nianhe's head: "I hope you can have the recklessness of your old man!"
Minister Huang smiled particularly heartily. Looking at Lin Nianhe, he seemed to see the old Comrade Lin again, and remembered them as they once were.
They came to check the layout of the venue. Minister Huang checked it carefully and left without finding any problems.
As soon as the people from the Ministry of Foreign Trade left, everyone else's eyes fell on Lin Nianhe.
They couldn't figure it out. They couldn't figure out how Lin Nianhe dared to shout out sales of five million.
In their opinion, Lin Nianhe was not afraid of tigers as a newborn. She was just talking nonsense.
Wang Shumei and Wen Lan couldn't figure it out either! But they can't show it!
Wen Lan pursed her lips tightly, keeping in mind the six-character policy of "talk less and don't curse" that Lin Nianhe gave her. She held the box with both hands, fearing that she would not be able to help but beat Lin Nianhe if her hands were free.
Wang Shumei took a deep breath, pulled Lin Nianhe and said in the calmest voice: "Nianhe, let's go back?"
"Okay, let's rest early today, and we'll officially start tomorrow."
The three of them left side by side, as if nothing had happened.
Looking at their backs, the seniors looked at me and me, and they all curled their lips and shook their heads.
No one believed Lin Nianhe's five million, including herself.
But what she didn’t believe was——
"Why are you nervous? I asked the director of the design factory to seize the domestic sales inventory for the first quarter. In other words, we have nearly one million flower heads for sale. Others don't know the price of our foreign trade flower heads. You guys Don’t know yet? Five million, I’m really being conservative.”
"Fifteen yuan!" Wen Lan remembered Lin Nianhe's crazy offer.
"To be precise, the average price is seventeen yuan and ninety-two cents." Lin Nianhe's lips raised slightly, "I will try my best to ensure a balanced variety."
Wang Shumei said softly: "But we have to sell more than 270,000 of them. According to what you said, currently only Shen Hongzun and Nishi have the intention to place large quantities of orders."
Wen Lan interjected: "Two hundred and seventy thousand doesn't seem to be much, the monthly supply is three and a half capital cities."
"But the head flowers in Beijing are sold cheaply!"
"Aren't foreigners rich?"
"It's not like it's only sold to rich people..."
Neither of them could convince the other, and they argued endlessly.
Lin Nianhe listened on the sidelines, his eyes flashing with surging fighting spirit.
The familiar shopping mall, Lin Nianhe is back again!
She was excited when Wang Shumei suddenly asked her: "Nianhe, can you make a bold estimate of how much order we can sign this time?"
"That's right, whisper it, we won't tell anyone else."
Lin Nianhe smiled and said slowly: "Uncle Wang wants 10 million in taxes. For the sake of Lan County's early birth, we can't let him down too much, right?"
Her voice was not loud, but it exploded like thunder in the minds of Wen Lan and Wang Shumei, causing their minds to go blank and completely losing their ability to think.
Lin Nianhe rubbed his hands: "I don't know if Uncle Wang can give our village boy a batch of ten tons of coal this year after I really get 10 million in taxes... I also want him to treat me to a popsicle."
Wen Lan: "..."
Wang Shumei: "..."
Call her timid, but she dares to say that she wants to achieve the goal of 10 million tax dollars;
Call her bold, she just wants ten more tons of coal and a popsicle.
(End of chapter)
