Chapter 914: Chapter 913: No More School?

Mr. Ren acted quickly. The day after reaching an agreement with Zhao Haimei, he personally went to the research institute, fearing that any delay might cause changes.

He brought Zhao Haimei’s transcripts and embellished her story once more.

The institute director was moved to tears, repeatedly saying how difficult it has been for this child.

“Her father isn’t in good health, so let’s give her an apartment on the first floor and let her mother come to clean at the institute. It may not be very dignified, but it’s close to home, and the work isn’t much.”

In fact, with Zhao Haimei’s internship status, she was not eligible for housing allocation anyway.

But since the institute did not have many researchers, there were a lot of vacant apartments in the family quarters and Zhao Haimei indeed had difficulties, a special arrangement was made.

After resolving Zhao Haimei’s employment issue, Mr. Ren no longer worried about Lin Nianhe’s unwillingness to stay at the institute—

He discovered Zhao Haimei was more suited for research work than Lin Nianhe.

This young woman is stubborn, can withstand loneliness, and has solid professional knowledge, making her an almost perfect research talent.

Although Lin Nianhe slipped away, she secured a more suitable researcher for him, and Mr. Ren sincerely thought that letting go of Lin Nianhe might not be a bad thing.

After Zhao Haimei’s work problem was solved, she originally wanted to bring her parents over to live with her, but her parents were unwilling to abandon their crops and insisted on coming after this year’s autumn harvest.

Zhao Haimei wanted to hire workers for the harvest, but hiring costs money, and they were too strapped to spend another penny.

“Don’t worry so much; if you force Uncle and Aunt to come over now, they might get anxious and upset over the crops, and it could make them ill.”

“Wait until the harvest is over, then make a trip back to bring them over and rent out the land. Make sure to sign a contract; I’ll find a law school classmate to help you draft the terms by then.”

After hearing about this small disturbance, Lin Nianhe comforted Zhao Haimei this way.

Zhao Haimei felt that Lin Nianhe made a lot of sense, so she stopped thinking about how to persuade her parents to come to Beijing quickly and focused entirely on her work at the research institute.

It seemed that overnight, everyone had moved from the school to the internship units.

Su Yuncheng also found an internship, but he didn’t need to stay in a dormitory.

Because his unit was right near the courtyard—the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Elder Ji couldn’t persuade Lin Nianhe to do diplomatic work, but Su Yuncheng was perfect for his international politics major.

Su Yuncheng rarely expressed unease about work.

In his whispered conversation with Lin Nianhe, he said:

“My previous jobs were always hands-on, but now… I’m not comfortable. What if I can’t help it and flip the table?”

Lin Nianhe really didn’t know how to advise him on this because she initially refused to follow Elder Ji’s suggestion to do diplomatic work out of fear that she might end up punching a diplomat over a disagreement.

Su Yuncheng did mention to Mr. Su the idea of moving to another unit, but it was immediately rejected.

“Ahem, Dad, how about you take Brother Yuncheng under your wing?”

During dinner, Lin Nianhe gingerly suggested.

In many ways, Mr. Lin’s workplace was most suited to Su Yuncheng’s character.

Since Mr. Su wouldn’t relent, she decided to give it a try.

Without a second thought, Mr. Lin waved his hand: “We got him to study international politics precisely for this day. His job cannot be changed, and you two should stop trying to pull strings.”

Lin Nianhe: “…?”

Only now did she realize that having Su Yuncheng choose the Department of International Politics was all arranged.

Children in the courtyard, while benefiting from ancestral favor, were also inevitably arranged for.

“You think he’s suitable for diplomacy?” Lin Nianhe still expressed skepticism.

Mr. Lin chuckled, took a sip of water, and said, “Why wouldn’t he be suitable? Going back a few decades, weren’t the first batch of diplomats from military backgrounds?”

Suddenly, Lin Nianhe felt uneasy.

“Dad, Brother Yuncheng won’t end up being deployed abroad too, will he?”

Mr. Lin cleared his throat, somewhat vaguely replied, “That depends on the needs of diplomacy. If they need him, he’ll go.”

Lin Nianhe was silent, looking at Mr. Lin with distress.

Feeling a bit unnerved under his daughter’s stare, Mr. Lin added, “But he’s still not very experienced now, so it’s unlikely he’ll be sent out anytime soon.”

Lin Nianhe remained quiet, continuing to gaze at him.

Mr. Lin looked to Aunt Lin for help, pleading with his eyes for his wife’s assistance.

Aunt Lin covered a soft laugh with her lips, picked up a piece of egg for Lin Nianhe, and said, “Xiao He, sometimes national responsibility requires sacrifice.”

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, picked up the egg, and ate it slowly.

She said, “I understand.”

Lin Nianhe tried hard to persuade herself to look on the bright side—at least diplomatic work isn’t as dangerous as going to war, at least she can still go abroad with him.

Thinking this way, Lin Nianhe felt a slight sense of relief.

Aunt Lin, noticing her daughter’s relaxed expression, smoothly changed the topic and asked her, “What have you been busy with lately?”

“Um,” Lin Nianhe swallowed the rice in her mouth and reported, “I’ve been recruiting recently. Since the lipstick factory expanded its production, it’s been short on staff. Plus, my research institute is also recruiting researchers… I’m still short of an accountant. Ever since Uncle Huang took Sister Shumei, I’ve been spending four hours a day organizing accounts.”

It’s no exaggeration to say that lately, she has been sleeping less than five hours a day.

Almost to the point of exhaustion.

“No wonder you’ve lost weight.” Aunt Lin affectionately ruffled her hair, “Is everything going smoothly?”

“It’s okay, I guess.” Not wanting her parents to worry, Lin Nianhe said, “I asked Uncle Team Leader for help, and he said, if it really comes down to it, he’ll lend me Uncle Zhao for a while.”

“Originally, we thought that studying wouldn’t be too hard on you, but had we known how exhausting business would be for you, we would have insisted you study abroad.”

Aunt Lin frowned slightly, expressing concern over her daughter’s health.

Lin Nianhe waved her hands repeatedly, “I definitely don’t want to continue studying; earning foreign exchange through paying taxes is what I should be doing.”

Aunt Lin wanted to say something more when the phone at home rang.

She pressed down on Lin Nianhe’s shoulder, stood up, and went to answer the call herself.

After listening for a few moments, she sighed helplessly, “Xiao He, it’s for you; it’s Captain Li.”

“Coming.”

Lin Nianhe hurriedly put down her chopsticks and ran to answer the phone.

“Uncle Team Leader! It’s me…”

Aunt Lin returned to the living room, sensing that this call would take a while. She decided to bring out a plate, gathering a bit of everything, and brought it along with a bowl of rice to the living room.

She placed the food on the coffee table, gesturing for Lin Nianhe to eat while on the call.

Lin Nianhe took the chopsticks and even blew her mom a kiss.

Aunt Lin ruffled her face and went back to the dining room to finish her own meal.

Holding the phone receiver, Lin Nianhe listened for a while, growing increasingly shocked: “Uncle Team Leader, I understand that Uncle Zhao can’t come because of his leg, but isn’t it quite excessive to have Niuwa do accounting for me? Are you suggesting I hire child labor?”

“Wait, he’s supposed to be in school!”

“Uh… actually, he doesn’t need to attend school anymore…”