Chapter 548: Chapter 547: How Can This Be Called a Trap?
The master imparts knowledge, teaches, and resolves doubts.
Teasing apprentices is certainly not part of the master’s job description.
Rong Zhiguo looked at Lin Nianhe with a face full of disdain: “Make do with it, it’s got so rit.”
Lin Nianhe’s eyes shone bright, feeling that these words were much more valuable than what her master had just said to Sister Shui about the hardships.
“Rest yourself, I’m going to lure another fat sheep for you!”
Rong Zhiguo: “…?”
Watching Lin Nianhe’s proud and spirited departure, Rong Zhiguo curled his lips and shook his head: “Still so young.”
How could the matters of the Spring Trade Fair be called a trap?
They simply wanted to recomnd good products to foreign rchants.
Lin Nianhe didn’t know what her master was thinking; she was all eyes and ears, dodging Nishi while searching for Vladimir.
Perhaps Uncle Kapasa’s plane had flown far away, and Lin Nianhe’s luck began to decline.
She wandered around for over an hour without finding the bear-like Vladimir; instead, she nearly bumped into Nishi and her group several tis.
Luckily, she hadn’t forgotten those little tricks to avoid being tracked and managed to escape each ti without incident.
Lin Nianhe grew sowhat tired and simply tiptoed and crept back to the Beijing Machinery Factory’s booth.
Rong Zhiguo: “Are you playing the thief in broad daylight? Can’t you wait for the night?”
Lin Nianhe had already developed a resistance and, unfazed by her master’s sarcasm, sat down on her own, poured water into her bottle and drank half of it in one go before letting out a sigh of relief.
Seeing her so thirsty, Rong Zhiguo felt distressed and pushed the electric fan towards her, frowning as he said, “Alright, no more wandering around. Let Chang Jinzhong handle these matters.”
Lin Nianhe licked her lips and asked, “Uncle Chang hasn’t co back yet?”
“Not so soon, the talks are still ongoing.”
Rong Zhiguo, worried that Lin Nianhe would stubbornly rush out again, took out the previous production line design drawing: “Co here; I’ve made so changes to this diagram. Take a look.”
The blueprints already had many traces of red pencil, yet the paper was still immaculate.
Lin Nianhe promptly scooted her stool over, opened her notebook, and listened attentively.
She was indeed tired and also wanted to avoid Nishi and wait for Chang Jinzhong to return with a result.
The negotiation between Shen Yu and Chang Jinzhong took much longer than Lin Nianhe had expected. It was so long that it started to make her nervous. She couldn’t help but wonder if they hadn’t hit it off and had ended up fighting and both being sent to the hospital.
Towards the end, even Rong Zhiguo started to wonder—
“What are they doing? Even if Mr. Shen wanted to buy the factory, it shouldn’t take this long, right?”
Lin Nianhe frowned slightly, considering a possibility: “Uncle Shen would never want to buy the factory. He is probably thinking…”
Before she could finish, a man with a fierce scar on his face, over two ters tall, standing before the booth like a bear, appeared.
He uttered a long stream of words, and just as the interpreter next to him was about to speak, Lin Nianhe gave her a slight smile and then got up to greet the man: “Hello, Mr. Vladimir, my na is Lin Nianhe. Please wait here for a mont. Our Factory Director is in negotiations and is temporarily unable to discuss with you, my sincerest apologies.”
Listening to her fluent Russian, the interpreter was stunned.
Their translation team also had to et and exchange learning experiences every evening. Just yesterday, she heard from a colleague in the textile exhibition area that Comrade Lin from the Foreign Trade Departnt was proficient in English, French, and Italian, and could even speak Cantonese with Xiangjiang’s foreign rchants. While other interpreters talk until their voices are hoarse, she’s so idle that her mouth is dry, and she’s nearly forgotten how to speak.
She never expected that such a leisurely job would fall into her lap.
Oh no, the key point is how can Comrade Lin know so many languages!
Did she grow up eating a foreign language dictionary?
When Vladimir heard Lin Nianhe’s reply, he was taken aback for a mont and then furrowed his broom-like eyebrows: “Do you only have one person who can negotiate? Aren’t you also free right now?”
“Please understand, the grain thresher is a newly invented product from a few months ago, so we have limited stock but high demand. Our quotas aren’t plentiful, and to prevent any accidents, we can only negotiate on a first-co, first-served basis.” Lin Nianhe replied with a slight smile, neither servile nor overbearing.
If it were soone else, Lin Nianhe might have really taken him to the negotiation room.
But this person in front of her was from the Wuzhong Region, a place hailed as the “European granary”; Vladimir would surely need more than a hundred or eighty machines.
Especially Uncle Shen’s attitude seed very intriguing.
Lin Nianhe suspected he wanted to monopolize all the quotas and then make a big profit.
Agricultural tools aren’t fast-moving consur goods like Head Flower. The quality assurance from Beijing Machinery Factory is very reliable, and a hand-cranked thresher could last three to five years without any issues.
With Uncle Shen’s fox-like keenness, he naturally saw the value in it.
Lin Nianhe had plenty of reasons to refuse, and Vladimir, frustrated, paced around and muttered a few curses at those who had gotten there first. Then he just stood in front of the booth, showing no intention of leaving.
Lin Nianhe smiled as she poured him a cup of water and handed him a piece of paper with the number “two” on it, telling him that it was a queue number. If he needed to leave for any reason, it would be no issue; he could simply co back with the number and line up as usual.
This move sowhat appeased Vladimir. He looked at Lin Nianhe and, patting himself down, could only find a small bottle of vodka.
Looking at the vodka and then at Lin Nianhe, Vladimir cleared his throat, making excuses for his reluctance: “Young girls shouldn’t drink alcohol, I will bring you another gift next ti.”
Lin Nianhe: “…”
That reasoning is indeed very considerate!
She chuckled dryly while chatting with Vladimir and didn’t forget to recomnd that he try so Maotai at the Friendship Store.
ntion of alcohol lit up Vladimir’s eyes, and his face with the scar slightly reddened as he leaned on the booth and began to talk at length about alcohol culture.
His idea of alcohol culture was obviously completely different from Lin Nianhe’s.
She absolutely could not comprehend such an outrageous act as taking penicillin as a drink.
However, that didn’t stop Lin Nianhe from continuing the difficult conversation with him.
As they were talking, other inquirers arrived.
As soon as soone approached, without waiting for Lin Nianhe to say anything, Vladimir pushed the person behind him and declared his number two sovereignty like a bully.
The newcor was no pushover, either. Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Lin Nianhe imdiately stepped forward to diate and handed the “three” card to him.
The arrival of number three seed to be a signal, and soon Lin Nianhe had handed out up to twenty-seven numbers.
She didn’t know whether it was the credit of the booth’s promotion or the attraction from the popcorn popping outside, but it didn’t matter anymore.
Rong Zhiguo watched from the side, sowhat dumbfounded.
In his lifeti, he actually saw a long queue at the machinery factory’s exhibition area!
Unconsciously, his eyes grew moist.
He wiped the corners of his eyes, and when Lin Nianhe returned to write more numbers, he said in a low voice, “Girl, our production isn’t that big, you don’t have to keep issuing numbers.”
Lin Nianhe chuckled softly, shaking her head, and whispered, “Let them line up. Otherwise, Uncle Shen will still have to go through the trouble of finding clients one by one.”
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