Lin Nianhe originally thought that the beverage factory would probably find an excuse to give Vice Director Sun a disciplinary action, maybe just a verbal warning or a few criticisms.
After all, wasn’t this matter ultimately just personal grievances? How could it be handled too seriously?
Demoting him two levels , apart from his existing conflicts with the leadership, there was no other possibility.
Lin Nianhe held the phone, staying silent.
Zhai Huayuan thought she was quiet because she found the disciplinary action too harsh—after all, Xiao Lin was the only good person in Lan County, it’s normal for her to be soft-hearted!
He explained softly, "Sun Siguo has been riding on his father-in-law’s coattails for years, annoying everyone. He didn’t care much when delivering goods to my side either, he had already aroused public anger! Honestly, Xiao Wang’s incident was just the last straw, don’t feel burdened by it."
Lin Nianhe exhaled deeply, "So that’s what happened, I was feeling so guilty just a moment ago."
Wen Lan, who had been holding back for a while, couldn’t help it anymore, rolled her eyes, turned her head and muttered softly, "You’d actually need to have a conscience first."
Lin Nianhe vaguely heard Sister Lan talking, but didn’t hear clearly, and didn’t bother responding.
She exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhai Huayuan, repeatedly promising to coax Wang Shumei well and to promptly push forward the Head Flower style updates before she finally hung up the phone.
Before hanging up, she glanced at the call duration and handed the dorm manager 50 cents: "Auntie, thank you."
The auntie rummaged for change in a metal box.
The dormitory phone was a public phone, and the auntie was responsible for collecting the call charges.
Lin Nianhe bent down, smiling, "Don’t bother finding the change, I’ll always need to make calls, just keep a tab for me."
After saying that, she winked at the dorm manager.
The dorm manager got the hint, looked at the 20 cents in her hand, then at Lin Nianhe, feeling that this kid was really likable.
"Alright then, I’ll keep track of it," the auntie smiled warmly.
"Thank you, you go ahead with your work, we’re heading back."
Lin Nianhe, pulling both Wang Shumei and Wen Lan, went upstairs and whispered, "Sun Guanghui’s dad got demoted, from deputy factory director to deputy director of the workshop."
Wang Shumei felt a lot of pressure: "This kind of favor is huge; if I can’t provide new styles for Director Zhai, won’t he curse me while eating dumplings during New Year?"
"That’s unlikely," Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and relayed the grievances they held against Sun Siguo.
Wang Shumei listened, feeling quite conflicted.
While talking, the trio arrived at Dorm 206, and Wen Lan grabbed Lin Nianhe, looking at her eagerly, "Are we still going to Tsinghua tonight?"
Lin Nianhe hadn’t expected Wen Lan to still remember that matter, and inadvertently widened her eyes: "Sister Lan, his family is already miserable enough, let’s not bag him tonight, shall we?"
Sister Lan felt that not teaching Sun Guanghui a lesson would be unacceptable.
Lin Nianhe tried to reason with her, "Look, we both are strangers at Tsinghua, we don’t even know which dorm he lives in, and most importantly, how are we two girls supposed to call him out in the middle of the night?"
Wen Lan pondered for a while but couldn’t think of a way to lure Sun Guanghui out.
Lin Nianhe patted her shoulder, earnestly saying, "Sister Lan, we need to be magnanimous new era youths, let’s not hold grudges."
Wang Shumei instantly spit out a mouthful of water.
Lin Nianhe was displeased by her reaction, "What? I don’t hold grudges!"
Wang Shumei: "Right, right, you don’t hold grudges, you just seek revenge within five minutes."
"Ugh, as if I’m particularly petty."
Lin Nianhe touched her chin, entered 206 to get her homework book.
"Oh right, I helped you with your homework," Wang Shumei said while pouring water to wash her hands.
"You are indeed my best... no, drawing a heart also counts as doing my homework? Wang Shumei, do you have no heart?"
Wang Shumei stirred the water loudly, pretending not to hear.
In the afternoon, classmates who went to see the flag-raising ceremony and did some shopping returned one after another.
Most of them came back empty-handed, not having bought anything, but their faces were exceptionally radiant, and they chattered excitedly about their experiences today.
Zhao Haimei drank most of a glass of water to catch her breath before turning to Lin Nianhe, "Nianhe, our class is distributing books, if you’re free now, let’s go together?"
Lin Nianhe was in a state where as long as he didn’t have to do homework, even planting rice seedlings would do, so upon hearing this, he immediately put down his pen, picked up his keys, and followed Zhao Haimei out the door.
"Where are we picking up the books?" Lin Nianhe asked.
"Over by the classroom." Zhao Haimei said.
"It’s a bit far, I’ll ride my bike and take you there!" Lin Nianhe excitedly grabbed Zhao Haimei to ride the bicycle.
Zhao Haimei was surprised, "You brought a bicycle to school?"
"I brought it from home today." Lin Nianhe said, "Here, I’ll ride first, and once I’m riding steadily, you can run a few steps and jump on."
Suddenly feeling a chill down her spine.
It felt like stepping one foot into the gates of hell.
Lin Nianhe, holding the bicycle handle, said with a smile, "Hey, I’m just joking, don’t look like you are resigned to your fate, I’m always very steady in my work."
Zhao Haimei saw her confident face and nodded, then sat on the back seat of Lin Nianhe’s bicycle.
The roads of Peking University are very smooth, and if nothing goes wrong... something will definitely go wrong.
"Haimei, let me tell you something."
After squeezing the handbrake a couple of times, Lin Nianhe suddenly spoke.
Zhao Haimei, who was enjoying the campus scenery, asked softly, "What’s wrong?"
Lin Nianhe: "It seems my bike brake is broken."
"F*ck, then use your feet to brake!"
Who was that swearing just now?
Could she, with her voice soft enough to wring water from, actually curse?
This discovery surprised Lin Nianhe even more than the broken brake.
She even forgot that she should be using her foot brake.
In front of the Physics Building, students who had just picked up or were about to pick up books saw two female students pass by on a bicycle... pass by again... and again...
Zhao Haimei: "What are you doing!? Stop!"
"Uh, I’m trying to use friction to make it gradually and uniformly slow down."
"This path is downhill, damn it!"
"Um... so I’m turning around now..."
"Then can you stop stepping on the pedals?"
After circling three rounds, Lin Nianhe finally got the bicycle to stop.
She also confirmed that the one cursing was indeed Zhao Haimei.
As soon as the bike stopped, Zhao Haimei immediately jumped down and with a swift three steps, distanced herself from Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe, unconcerned with her subtle movement, squeezed the handbrake again to confirm it was indeed broken.
She clicked her tongue lightly and said while locking the bike, "Forget it, let’s go pick up the books first. Haimei, why... why are you standing so far from me?"
Zhao Haimei: "I just think that getting into university was quite difficult for me."
"I’m afraid to die at your hands."