The match factory's Factory Director's surname was Tian, named Tian Qingyuan. Of course, it was not possible for Lin Nianhe to have any leverage over him, as he had never even met Lin Nianhe.
So, when Lin Nianhe proposed with an expression that seemed to say "you can't refuse me," suggesting "you should set up a branch in Ten Miles Team," Tian Qingyuan spent a brief ten seconds going over every unscrupulous thing he had done in the past fifty or so years.
None of those things should be known by this girl!
Tian Qingyuan turned his head to look at Zheng Lirong and asked, "Great-Niece, is this little friend of yours..." crazy in the head?
Zheng Lirong didn't expect Lin Nianhe to say such a thing; her mouth corners trembled twice, and her smile was somewhat stiff: "Uncle Tian, Nianhe wouldn't speak rashly; please listen patiently."
Having said this, she promptly tugged Lin Nianhe's hand, signaling her to speak quickly, and not to scare the old man.
