Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 682 - 681: The Score that Drives OCD to Death

"Sister, with this matter, I can only point you in a direction; the specifics, you have to handle on your own—whether to do it or not, you decide for yourself."

Lin Nianhe’s suggestion was still related to Qian Guozhu and Sun ManCang.

Or rather, it concerned their craft.

After moving to Lan County, Qian Guozhu’s business declined by ninety percent. But he wasn’t one to sit idle; after laying low for several months, he started to build bicycles with Sun ManCang to sell.

The quantity wasn’t large, but the profit margin was much higher than selling rice.

Lin Nianhe once asked him if he wanted to sell to the provincial city. At that time, the transportation work for the textile factory was heavy, Qian Guozhu didn’t have much time for this, so he declined.

Now, however, things were a little different.

Lin Nianhe planned to go back to Beijing and talk to Minister Huang again, to arrange as much railway transportation for the textile factory as possible, to further reduce transportation costs.

If successful, Qian Guozhu would be able to free up his hands.

However, what she had to say went beyond just this.

After finishing talking about Qian Guozhu’s bicycle business, Lin Nianhe said:

"I heard that some electronic factories in the south might have excess parts flowing out at very low prices. If you can find contacts in this area, gather these spare parts and sell... Even though there’s no brand, no tickets are needed, right?"

"That is indeed a possibility, but such contacts are not easy to find," Zheng Lirong hesitated, "The key is we also can’t just shout it out loud."

"Mm, that’s why I’m just mentioning it. It’s best if you can find someone. If you can’t find them here, then it probably really isn’t there," Lin Nianhe said with a light smile.

Zheng Lirong thought about it and laughed, nodding: "That’s also true. There are more people here than in a hospital... I’ll have Laosi inquire about it later."

"Mm," Lin Nianhe drank some water, hinting subtly, "Actually, when you and Fourth Brother are free, you could go down south to have a look. Who knows, there might be some new opportunities there."

Zheng Lirong understood Lin Nianhe well; she was always to the point when talking business, especially when she mentioned something so casually. The more offhanded her words, the deeper the meaning behind them.

Zheng Lirong immediately nodded: "Alright, it just so happens that when Xiao Jun has his school break, I can take them for a trip."

"When traveling, bring more people with you."

"Don’t worry, I understand."

Money, no matter how much one earns, it’s never enough.

Although Zheng Lirong felt that her savings were enough to provide for her and her two children for a lifetime, she was always worried about emergencies, wanting to save a little more, always a little more.

After Lin Nianhe left, she called Laosi over.

"Laosi, I want to discuss something with you."

...

After Lin Nianhe took care of the only official business of her trip, she returned to the compound.

Su Yuncheng still had some work to hand over, and she had her own things to do—packing.

They had to return this house, and both of their belongings needed to be packed up and shipped back to Beijing.

Lin Nianhe carefully sorted and packed their clothes separately, mailing them apart, to avoid letting Comrade Old Lin discover that she and Su Yuncheng had been living under the same roof.

Based on her knowledge of her father, he would never believe that nothing had happened between them.

Zhang Caiwei often came to help, and Chen Qing also came twice.

Lin Nianhe felt somewhat awkward upon seeing Chen Qing, but Chen Qing acted as if nothing had happened, even taking the initiative to ask how Sie Yufei did on his exams.

With the ease of an old friend.

"There’s really nothing to it, I’m not unwanted. Besides, I can’t keep being sad over someone who doesn’t like me, right?"

Chen Qing dismissed it with a wave of her hand, her smile growing brighter.

On the day Su Yuncheng finished all his work, Lin Nianhe had just sent off the last package.

"Should we go back to Ten Miles Team now?"

"Mm, I asked, Uncle Sun said the results should come out tomorrow."

This timing was meticulously calculated by Lin Nianhe.

The scores had been released; she shouldn’t get beaten now, right?

As soon as they got off the train, they were greeted by the deafening cheers.

On the road, people were joyfully talking about scores and universities, their eyes filled with longing for the future.

Su Yuncheng, carrying luggage, and Lin Nianhe, holding the pot of jasmine she’d nurtured for over a year, hitched a ride on the match factory’s truck back to Ten Miles Team.

Before even entering the village, they heard the relentless sound of firecrackers.

The sound of firecrackers came from the grain drying yard; walking along, everyone except Great Grandma Wang, who couldn’t leave her kang due to the cold, was out.

Great Grandma saw Lin Nianhe and smiled, handing her a big handful of dates: "Here, take some, our top scholar!"

Lin Nianhe feigned surprise: "Top scholar? Great Grandma, are you talking about me?"

"Of course!" Great Grandma’s smile revealed all her wrinkles as she patted her thigh, full of emotion, "Our village has produced a top scholar!"

"There will be more top scholars from our village in the future, and you won’t think it’s anything special then," Lin Nianhe said as she put the dates in her pocket, "Great Grandma, have a rest, I’m going to see how many points I got."

"Ah, go on then!"

Great Grandma leaned on her quilt pile, looking at Lin Nianhe with loving eyes, murmuring: "It’s little Nianhe who knows how to talk... Ah, I need to live a few more years; the best days are yet to come..."

Leaving the Wang Family home, Lin Nianhe tugged on Su Yuncheng’s sleeve, offering him a date: "Here, try a date destined for the top scholar."

Su Yuncheng accepted with a smile, biting into it: "Your dream is about to come true."

"Mm!"

At the grain drying yard, the villagers gathered, and the ground was littered with confetti, looking as festive as if it were the New Year.

Li Dahe spotted Lin Nianhe right away and waved her over: "Come, come here! Say a few words to everyone!"

The villagers saw them too, congratulating them with various phrases.

"Our Ten Miles Team is glorious now! We have a top scholar!"

"Come on, hug your Sister He, and you might become a top scholar in the future too!"

"Hehe, come over for dinner tonight, aunty will stew a hen for you!"

Lin Nianhe was escorted onto the stage, looking at the benevolent Uncle Team Leader, she involuntarily shivered: "Uncle Team Leader, if you have orders, just tell me directly. Your smile... scares me."

Li Dahe: "..."

"On such a good day, don’t make me slap you."

"Understood!"

Chastised, Comrade Xiao Lin felt relieved.

She asked again, "Can someone tell me what my score actually was?"

All along the way, she only knew she was the expected top scholar but didn’t know the score.

Wang Hong’s voice was the loudest: "399 points! Only lost one point in Chinese!"

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

This score that tortured perfectionists!

It was really uncomfortable to hear!

Li Dahe added from the side: "Wong Xiaokou asked Old Xie, you’re not only Lan County’s top scholar, but also the city’s top scholar!"

Accountant Zhao said: "I don’t think there’s anyone in the province who could score higher than Xiao He!"

"Can you find another person in the whole country who only lost one point?"

"Nianhe, you should hurry up and have your family call and check, are you the national top scholar or not!"

Caught in the center of the heated discussion, Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, looking distressed.

Li Dahe was puzzled: "What are you thinking about? Why the long face?"

Lin Nianhe: "I’m reflecting on where exactly I lost that one point."

"Ah—"

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