Chapter 518: Chapter 517: diating a Quarrel
Beside the exhibition stand, workers from several factories were fiercely arguing over who got more space and which position was better.
Because everyone ca from all corners of the country, the likelihood of argunts rose geotrically—when dialects were unintelligible, everyone subconsciously took an ordinary local complaint as provocation and then retaliated by cursing decisively.
Lin Nianhe pulled Niuwa by the hand, standing on the outskirts, and turned her head to ask him, “What can you learn from this?”
Niuwa said, “It’s very important to learn dialects.”
“Mmm… well said.”
Lin Nianhe took him to a place beyond the reach of the battle, set down the wooden post and Head Flower sample from her arms on the ground, and said, “Niuwa, keep an eye on the things here, take a rest, we’ll need you later on.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for your cue!” Niuwa nodded vigorously.
Lin Nianhe glanced at the height of those n by the exhibition stand, and realizing her own height wouldn’t allow Niuwa to see her eyes, she said, “I’ll just co over and call for you.”
“Okay!”
Lin Nianhe gave Niuwa a bag of orange gummies before turning around to join the chaos.
Of course, she didn’t co to fight for a spot; she ca to break up the fight.
In Lin Nianhe’s eyes, breaking up a fight was much more difficult than actually fighting.
When you take matters into your own hands, you just brute force it.
Win, and you get compensation for dical expenses; lose, and you still get compensation for dical expenses.
But breaking up a fight was different—you had to pay attention to your tone, speed of speech, facial expressions, and movents. A slight misstep could set you ablaze, getting caught in the crossfire from both sides.
Moreover, breaking up a fight also required talent; so people are just not cut out for it, like those with fiery temperants, fierce appearances, or those who habitually swear too much when they talk. These people, if they had to break up a fight, would transform a two-sided conflict into a three-sided brawl within three minutes.
Lin Nianhe, however, had the external conditions suitable for breaking a fight.
First of all, she had the gender advantage; in general, normal n are less likely to engage in fisticuffs with won;
Secondly, she was good-looking and appeared docile without the hint of aggression, making it easier for others to let down their guard;
Lastly, and most importantly, she carried her work pass from the Foreign Trade Departnt, which, at this ti and place, was like a life-saving charm.
The confident Comrade Xiao Lin squeezed into the crowd and shouted at them, “Stop fighting! Listen to !”
At this mont, those arguing by the exhibition stand were no longer the young people responsible for setting up; the strife had started with them, yet they dared not openly argue. Now, the ones in the fray were the senior leaders from each of their factories—the main force in the argunt comprised uncles and aunties around forty years old, while the young people rely stood behind their Factory Director as a show of support.
Amid the heated argunts, everyone heard such a crisp voice and subconsciously turned to look at the newcor.
They had assud that it would be soone wearing a red armband or the won’s director from a delegation, all psychologically prepared to argue their case, but upon a closer look, it turned out to be a pretty little girl in a blazer, her delicate appearance like a porcelain doll from the handicrafts area, pleasing to the eye.
The leaders exchanged looks, gazing at this bold little girl; they couldn’t help but show a bit of indulgent smiles.
Which family didn’t have a younger sister? Which family didn’t have a daughter?
Seeing her slightly flushed cheeks, their hearts almost lted into cotton.
“Little girl, you…”
Lin Nianhe couldn’t give others the chance to speak. This attention-grabbing thod could only be used once; if she was interrupted this ti, it would be hard for her to make them shut up again.
She turned around and stepped onto a small stool nearby and, after getting a 1.9 ters tall experience card, she looked down at the leaders and said, “Arguing like this won’t solve the problem. How about taking five minutes to listen to my suggestion? If everyone finds it feasible, we can do as I say; if not, it’s not too late to continue the argunt.”
“Hey, which family’s girl are you? Why should we listen to you?”
A voice ca with a friendly smile, not provoking, simply voicing the doubt that everyone had.
Lin Nianhe’s expression didn’t change as she took out her work badge: “I’m from the Foreign Trade Departnt.”
In an instant, everyone within ten ters of the exhibition stand shut their mouths.
They didn’t want to be commanded by a young girl, but she was from the Foreign Trade Departnt.
Seeing that most people were paying attention to her, Lin Nianhe cleared her throat and said, “Everyone is arguing over the exhibition space for the sake of export earnings. Everyone has the sa intention of making a contribution. Moreover, no matter which factory secures the orders, it’s the contribution of our textile delegation. We share in the glory and the loss together. Arguing won’t solve the problem; it will only affect our unity.”
“So, I suggest that each factory picks out two of their proudest fabrics and displays them in the most visible position right in front of the entrance. That way, all our factories will have a fair opportunity to showcase themselves.”
“Everyone here is a senior in the field, and I believe you all understand that an exhibition stand is rely a small tactic to attract foreign rchants. Most of the rchants coming to buy fabrics already have their preferred styles in mind. If we want them to purchase more, we can only combine the strengths of all factories, showing them more and better options.”
Lin Nianhe rattled off a long string of words. Her speech was slightly fast, but her enunciation was clear, and her voice with its rises and falls reached the ears of everyone present.
Several Factory Directors looked at one another—still not fond of each other.
However, Lin Nianhe’s phrase “share in the glory and the loss” struck a chord with them.
The textile delegation had always been in an awkward middle ground. Currently, heavy industry and grain exports occupied the majority of the export quota, while most rchants coming to buy textiles were looking for bargains. They weren’t desperate but found it hard to stand out.
Who would be willing to be left behind? That’s why they were all so eager to grab the best exhibition spaces.
“You make it sound so easy, but if we do that, there won’t be room to display our naplates, and the foreign rchants won’t know where to find us.”
Soone in the crowd pointed out the biggest issue with the suggestion.
Lin Nianhe had co prepared, and she responded with a smile, “We can use eye-catching golden thread to embroider the factory nas in the top left corner of the fabric samples. And we can assign two translators to help guide the rchants at the exhibition stands. That way, even if the rchants mix up the order of the samples, it will not affect anything.”
The crowd considered it for a while and nodded to themselves, finding the idea good. They had previously placed naplates on the exhibition stands, and there were always troubles when they were ssed up.
One uncle was the first to agree, “You’re quite the clever girl, I approve of this idea!”
Others soon voiced their concerns, “But we didn’t bring any golden thread with us, and ti is so tight, where can we find so?”
“I will handle this problem,” said Lin Nianhe, “I’ll bring it to everyone during the training this afternoon. However, I suggest everyone use a two to four-character abbreviation of the factory na for the marking, with the size of the lettering as uniform as possible, so it looks better.”
“This is simple. We’re all textile factories; we won’t be stumped by so embroidery.”
“We don’t have any won colleagues with us. Old Li, can you help out?”
“Sure, no problem. Just bring your fabric samples to later…”
With the main conflict resolved, the Factory Directors were in good spirits and began to discuss the details amongst themselves.
Lin Nianhe looked at the fruits of her work, nodded in satisfaction, and reinforced her own affirmation. After allowing them to discuss for a while and while they were still gathered, she spoke up again:
“Senior colleagues, I have another small favor to ask—”
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