Chapter 820: Chapter 819: Xiao Lin’s Complaint Session
Lin Nianhe noticed that the two old n were quite lancholic.
It felt like coming ho after a three-year business trip just in ti for the youngest son’s full moon banquet.
From head to toe, it was filled with a sadness of wanting to die but realizing that dying would not only lose life but also lose face.
Lin Nianhe thought for a while and asked tactfully, “Master, how’s my master’s wife lately?”
Rong Zhiguo gave her a look as if she were an idiot, “Did you lose your mind?”
Lin Nianhe turned to Chang Jinzhong, “Uncle Chang, how’s my aunt’s health lately?”
Chang Jinzhong looked troubled and asked Rong Zhiguo, “Did your disciple lose her mind?”
How long have they not been ho? Asking them this, can they even answer?
Lin Nianhe didn’t understand.
It’s not the worry of adding children, so what is troubling these two gentlen?
Rong Zhiguo puffed on his cigarette, surrounding himself in white smoke, ethereal like an immortal, and then kindly gave Lin Nianhe an explanation, “Silly girl, I’m afraid I won’t be able to make that small iron lump in my lifeti.”
Lin Nianhe paused her action of cracking lon seeds, finally understanding where her master’s sadness ca from.
It was a psychological gap after being suddenly placed in a genius household, facing a huge disparity under the sa space-ti.
Lin Nianhe’s hand paused for a mont, then continued cracking lon seeds.
She said, “Is that all? Even if you did make it, I wouldn’t buy it—I just bought a new one last year, and I’d rather die than switch.”
Rong Zhiguo was slightly choked, glaring in anger.
Lin Nianhe continued sluggishly, “I couldn’t care less if you make a cara. I’m here to ask if you’re interested in researching a lithography machine?”
Scientific research requires scientists, but also skilled craftsn with sophisticated techniques.
High-precision manufacturing needs the combination of two swords.
Craftsn’s operation is the last link in the manufacturing chain, determining whether the final product is high-quality or sub-par.
Whether past or future, skilled craftsn are scarce talents. Sotis, a master craftsman’s experience can save researchers half a box of calculation drafts.
Rong Zhiguo was stunned for a mont, “What lithography machine?”
“Projection lithography machine, more advanced than the contact lithography machine we made last year,” Lin Nianhe said. “I’ve bought two units, arriving in half a month.”
Her tone was quite calm, as if she wasn’t talking about lithography machines, but rather about having bought two boxes of egg tarts with Shen Wenyan.
Rong Zhiguo looked at her coldly playing innocent.
Chang Jinzhong was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, “How did you manage to buy them? How is this possible…” He frowned, not understanding how Lin Nianhe accomplished it.
Lin Nianhe, “Um… I have a friend who excels in overcoming complexity with force…”
Chang Jinzhong, “What do you an?”
Rong Zhiguo went dark, “Robbery?”
Lin Nianhe chuckled dryly, “Actually, I don’t know how he bought them either, but it’s just a transaction. I offered him a price he couldn’t refuse.”
Five thousand tons of rice, Lin Nianhe spent about five hundred thousand purchasing them. That’s five hundred thousand a hundred years later, and then, a lithography machine costs two billion.
Lin Nianhe feels she’s made a fortune.
And now, five thousand tons of rice is worth about a million US dollars. Two second-hand lithography machines cost about thirty thousand.
Vladimir also feels like he’s made a big profit.
Both parties in the transaction feel they’ve made a profit, but it’s unclear who really lost out.
Rong Zhiguo, trembling, pointed at Lin Nianhe, saying word by word, “Rember, you never went to Xiangjiang, you, you…” He glanced at Chang Jinzhong and continued, “You’ve been in the chanical factory workshop, assisting your senior brother, you’ve recently been repairing the lathe… Got it?”
Chang Jinzhong also realized the key issue, nodding repeatedly, “Yes, just so happens the new workshop is understaffed, so you’re there, with just a few of your senior brothers around.”
Lin Nianhe felt a warm sensation in her heart, nodding repeatedly, “Okay, I got it.”
“You’re really my living ancestor.” Rong Zhiguo quickly recovered from his despondency, stood up from the small bench, grabbed his luggage bag, and started stuffing things in, while still urging, “What are you standing there for? Pack up and return to Beijing!”
“Really… Should’ve sawed your legs off and locked you at ho… You go out and manage to cause such a big trouble, why don’t you just poke a hole in the sky?”
In her master’s scolds, Lin Nianhe consciously didn’t retort nor did she pursue asking if he really wanted to do research, skillfully rolled back to pack her luggage.
She ca to Xiangjiang with wads of cash, and returned penniless, but managed to acquire 30% equity in Longhua Freight Company, facilitated the transaction between Zheng Lirong and Zhou Laosi, and established deep friendship with Vladimir.
Oh, and countless gifts.
From the Shen Family, Uncle Kapasa, the Jiang Family… even Lu Zai gifted her a red sweater hand-woven by his mother.
Two months ago, Lin Nianhe silently ca, two months later, she left quietly.
Many people didn’t know who she was, nor knew she had been here.
But countless people rembered that the newspaper with knife as pen, the bloody script of [Yanhuang].
…
On July 1st, airplane contrails cut through Beijing’s blue sky, as it landed, Lin Nianhe was awakened by Rong Zhiguo.
For so reason, as soon as she boarded the plane ho, she couldn’t resist the sleepiness, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Terrified, Chief Editor Zhu thought she had died.
Lin Nianhe slept exceptionally well, not even dreaming.
She cheerfully followed everyone off the plane, walked directly out of the airport doors—there was too much luggage, couldn’t carry it all, Chang Jinzhong arranged a chanical factory’s small truck to pick it up, didn’t need her to worry.
After walking for two whole months, Lin Nianhe didn’t see Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin imdiately after getting off the plane, they were too busy, had no ti to pick her up.
But Su Yuncheng, Wang Shui, and Wen Lan all ca.
“Wah… family, I missed you to death!”
Lin Nianhe rushed over and hugged each of them.
When hugging Su Yuncheng, passersby noticeably cast strange looks at them.
Lin Nianhe briefly hugged him and released her grip, smiling as she showed off her new hairstyle, “How is it? I look pretty good with short hair, right?”
“Very good.” Su Yuncheng’s eyes were full of tenderness, with a hint of heartache hidden beneath.
Wang Shui directly pierced through, “How co you’ve lost so much weight after being away for two months? If not for recognizing these clothes, I wouldn’t believe it was you.”
Wen Lan reached out to pinch Lin Nianhe’s face, “Silly girl, were you bullied outside?”
Lin Nianhe’s nose turned sour.
She nodded forcefully, “Yes! I was almost bullied to death!”
“Wah… do you still rember that Nishi? She almost got shot at the police station!”
“And there was one nad Yang Jiawen, he brought hundreds of people to chop up!”
Listening to Student Xiao Lin’s complaints, Su Yuncheng’s breathing beca rapid.
Wang Shui suddenly asked, “So what happened to that Nishi now?”
Lin Nianhe, “Oh, died.”
Wen Lan followed up, “And what about that wimp surnad Yang?”
Lin Nianhe, “Oh, also died.”
Wang Shui and Wen Lan exchanged a glance, then both rolled their eyes at her, “Then what are you wailing for!”
Lin Nianhe clutched her heart, murmuring softly, “I was scared to death.”
“Scram!”
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