Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 89: Seeking a Translator (Extra - )
The train conductor continues to organize and mobilize.
Some of the other train staff arrange the lines, while others try to persuade those who don’t want to move.
After gathering the relevant information, Jiang Cheng led the night school people back to their carriage as quickly as possible.
The people from the night school trusted Jiang Cheng, and everyone moved quickly, soon lining up at the front of the evacuation team.
Most of the people were willing to listen to persuasion and were well aware of the dangers of landslides.
Because in previous years, whenever it rained heavily, incidents of things being swept away or collapsed were not uncommon.
In the face of life and death, walking in the rain was nothing.
The formation of the queue from the rear carriages gradually took shape, with the severely injured placed on temporary stretchers or being supported by others.
Previously rescued pregnant women were placed in the night school’s team, with a few boys from the night school carrying her.
The little girl Lan Hua sneaked a few looks at Jiang Cheng, and whenever Jiang Cheng looked back at her, she would show her brightest smile.
The team moved forward in an orderly but slow pace.
Soon, they could see another team.
Those were probably people from the front carriages.
At this time, the rain had lessened a bit, but it was still falling.
The water flowed underfoot with a gurgling sound, and walking passengers felt more anxious.
"Comrades, quicker!"
"Keep it up, comrades!"
"Walk out of this valley!"
Everyone encouraged each other. It was unclear who started it, but someone began reciting a quote.
"Do not be intimidated by the enemy’s fierce momentum."
"Do not be discouraged by bearable difficulties."
"Do not lose heart at temporary setbacks."
"The road is tortuous, the future is bright, the darkness will soon pass, the dawn is right in front."
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The position of the instructor is unshakable.
The sound of the quotes grew louder, and more and more people joined in.
Every Chinese character provided people with spiritual strength.
With a single push, they marched forward bravely.
The two teams finally merged.
The team reciting the quotes grew even larger.
Among all the advancing teams, there was one group particularly noticeable.
They wore raincoats, held umbrellas, had boots on their feet, and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
Confusion was evident in their eyes; they couldn’t understand what these Hua Xia people were doing.
They chatted and complained to each other.
"Are they crazy?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"I don’t know! Who knows! It’s just too unlucky!"
"It’s not us who are unlucky; Hua Xia is too backward. Our country has long stopped using such trains!"
"Oh—such muddy roads still exist in this new era, it’s really disgusting!"
A few foreigners complained like mad, walking slower and slower.
The accompanying few foreign trade personnel looked at each other, not understanding what they were saying.
One middle-aged man with a stern face frowned and asked, "How’s the translation?"
"Director Leng, the translator had a concussion and fainted."
Director Leng rubbed his forehead with his fingers and looked back.
"Go to the back and see if there are any students who know foreign languages on board. At least find someone adequate. We can’t act like blind men here."
"Okay, I’ll go right away!"
A staff member, without any rain gear, went bareheaded.
All their rain gear had been given to those foreigners.
Right now, Hua Xia and M had established diplomatic relations, and some foreigners would bring opportunities for cooperation to Hua Xia.
Of course, some were purely curious and came to tour Hua Xia.
Regardless of the reason, they were all given a high level of reception.
No other reason, only because our country needed foreign exchange.
Hua Xia needed to buy technology and production lines, all requiring the consumption of foreign exchange.
The departing staff member asked from front to back, getting more disappointed with each question.
He encountered a few students, but once they heard they needed to talk with foreigners and act as an interpreter, they all dodged faster than anyone else.
Just when the foreign trade staff was about to give up, he found the night school team.
"Comrade, is there anyone among you who speaks a foreign language?"
The question was directed at Sun Jiandong.
Sun Jiandong nodded immediately, but the staff member across was not too excited.
After all, everyone he had asked before had run away scared.
"I’m a foreign trade staff member. We currently need someone proficient in a foreign language who can truly communicate with the foreigners. Are you sure you have someone?"
"We sure do! In the back!"
Sun Jiandong accurately pointed to the back and said, "Just ask, you’ll know!"
The foreign trade staff wanted to say something, but Sun Jiandong carried the temporary stretcher and left.
The foreign trade staff, adopting a "better safe than sorry" attitude, continued to ask towards the back.
"Classmate, do you know someone who speaks foreign languages?"
"I do, Jiang Cheng! In the back!"
The staff member got a name and continued moving back.
"Classmate... foreign language?"
"Jiang Cheng, in the back!"
Once again, Jiang Cheng, the same name.
The staff member became very curious about this Jiang Cheng, wondering what kind of person elicited the same name from everyone in such a matter.
On the fifth time being told Jiang Cheng was in the back, the staff member finally reached Jiang Cheng.
"Classmate, which one is Jiang Cheng?"
In the rain, Jiang Cheng pointed back with a finger.
"Far away yet close at hand."
"What does this comrade want with me?"
The foreign trade staff quickly turned his head; under the rain’s wash, he couldn’t see Jiang Cheng’s face clearly.
"You’re Jiang Cheng?"
"That’s right."
Once confirmed, the staff member repeated the previous question again.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng thought it was a perfect match with her specialty!
She immediately volunteered, "Comrade, I have a translation certificate, very legitimate, not a fake one!"
It was the first time the staff had heard someone introduce themselves like this; were there even fake certificates for this?
Anyway, Jiang Cheng followed the staff member, quickening her pace forward.
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The team continued to move in the rain.
Finally, the few foreigners at the front couldn’t hold it in anymore.
One of the women threw her umbrella with a snap, waving her hands in the rain.
"I really can’t take it anymore! I don’t want to walk anymore!"
After speaking, the woman yanked down the suitcase that a staff member in front was carrying for her with a thud.
She sat down on the suitcase.
The sound of raindrops falling on her raincoat was particularly loud.
The woman’s breakdown led the other few foreigners to start complaining and going on strike.
"You all are too much! Why make us walk on such roads!"
"No wonder you all have that earthy smell, turns out you live with soil year-round!"
"They’re not even disgusted, truly worthy of being raised from the soil."
The chatter was accompanied by their exaggerated expressions of disdain, and even though Director Leng didn’t understand, he could guess a bit.
Darn it!
Right now, it’s not allowed to use a gun!
Otherwise, I’d spray you guys with bullets!
He knew this lousy job wasn’t right for him!
After imagining unloading several rounds in his head, Director Leng switched to a sly smile, regardless of understanding or not; the attitude mattered.
For the sake of foreign exchange, I’ll endure!
"Soil is nature’s gift, the mother of life, the root of food supply. Could it be that food in your noble country grows elsewhere?"
Jiang Cheng, arrived!
