Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 92: Rescue Has Arrived

Proven correct, Jiang Cheng and Director Leng’s assumptions were spot on.

After arranging the passengers, the train conductor rushed back with his team.

Hearing the loud bang halfway, they accelerated their pace desperately.

Another loud booming sound echoed, and they saw the bridge ahead collapsing right before their eyes.

As the dust and debris scattered and fell away, people on both sides of the ravine caught sight of each other.

"Someone’s over there! Are they here to save us?"

"What’s the use of having people over there? We have no way to get across."

"This damned Hua Xia, should’ve never come!"

Apparently, several foreign friends reached their breaking point; their speech rate increased rapidly, laden with profanities.

Director Leng casually asked Jiang Cheng, "What does this F word mean?"

"Similar to the way we greet mothers when arguing in Hua Xia."

Director Leng, suddenly enlightened, deeply remembered this F word.

He reckoned he might find it handy.

Few words, but they work.

Jiang Cheng walked towards the foreign friends while Director Leng negotiated across the ravine about how to proceed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who was just protecting you?"

Jiang Cheng’s remark momentarily silenced the foreigners.

One of them, with a defiant look, said, "Who asked you to save us, a bunch of idiots!"

Jiang Cheng, hearing this, showed seriousness for the first time.

Her resolute steps were difficult yet unwavering in the mud.

She stared directly at Smith.

"Mr. Smith, you think he’s foolish, yet this person you deem foolish just risked his life to save you, with a dislocated arm now."

"He saved you out of duty, responsibility, and innate kindness—not because he values your character."

Smith pointed at Jiang Cheng.

"You! You’re too much! Are you saying I’m a despicable person?"

"I believe Mr. Smith, with his intelligence, can comprehend that."

Jiang Cheng stood firm.

Some matters can be conceded, others are worth sacrificing life for.

Smith, burning with anger, used his status as leverage.

"Do you know who I am? I’m going to complain about you!"

Jiang Cheng shrugged, indifferent.

"Go ahead, but just to let you know, I’m merely a temporary translator, not their employee."

With tensions high, Jenny and others rushed over to mediate.

Jiang Cheng continued staring at Smith, said, "Our demands are minimal. Please apologize and thank the comrade who selflessly saved you."

Smith stayed silent.

Jiang Cheng added fuel to the fire, "So, these are the gentlemen of your country. Quite an eye-opener. I hope Mr. Smith shares the story of berating his savior after returning home."

Smith tried several times to speak, but Jiang Cheng’s eloquence rendered him speechless.

The core truth was, deep down, he knew he was unjustifiable.

Under the persuasion of those around, Smith finally decided to apologize.

"Hold on! Mr. Smith doesn’t understand Chinese, I believe you should apologize in Mandarin to show sincerity."

"Don’t know it? No worries, I can teach you."

Jiang Cheng quickly returned to her enthusiastic translator role, determined to teach Smith how to say ’sorry’.

The staff member being apologized to was puzzled, wondering why the apology was directed at him?

However, he wasn’t foolish; his heart was inwardly delighted.

Having been with this group, he had already harbored undisclosed anger!

After Smith said sorry, Jiang Cheng promptly taught other foreigners to say thank you.

The other foreigners also thanked those who saved them.

Having taken care of so many batches of foreigners, the staff were well aware of their ways.

These high-and-mighty people didn’t bother to learn a single Chinese character, yet now they were saying thank you.

That feeling... cannot be expressed with mere satisfaction!

Everyone even envied the one who received the apology—he must be overjoyed!

With the foreigners somewhat pacified, Director Leng came to organize the passage.

It turned out, as the negotiation was unfolding, the most beloved rescue personnel finally arrived.

They were neatly dressed, with tools, ready for rescue.

Jiang Cheng’s inner pride was indescribable at this moment.

She knew, without a doubt, soldiers never fail to reach their destination.

No matter the disaster, as long as the nation is present, seeing this team reassures the people.

Soon, the rescue personnel fastened ropes, descended the slope, and stepped on the shattered stone bridge.

The ravine was currently dry, around seven to eight meters deep.

The rescue team, using their tools, worked hard to level the stone bridge.

Then, many sandbags were thrown down from the top of the slope, laid over the stones by the rescuers.

A temporary small bridge gradually took shape.

Soon, Director Leng gathered the foreigners beside the deep ditch.

"Descend, walk on the bags across, water from the mountain could rush down at any moment, move quickly."

Jiang Cheng immediately translated; although fearful, after experiencing the stone barrage, the foreigners felt crossing might be safer.

The rescuers linked arms, forming a barrier wall of support.

One by one, the foreigners held onto it, with assistance, stepping on the temporary paths created by sandbags, cautiously making their way across.

Fortunately, the heavens did not add further difficulties; everyone crossed safely, and the rescuers also came up unharmed.

Minutes after crossing, mountain water flowing down the slope rushed into the ravine.

In the blink of an eye, it destroyed the temporary sandbag bridge.

Someone glanced back, witnessing this scene, also seeing more rocks being carried down.

"Oh my God, couldn’t imagine if we hadn’t crossed..."

"God bless me!"

"Thank you, Jesus!"

"My omnipotent Lord!"

Jiang Cheng discreetly rolled her eyes.

God bless my ass!

If not for us, even God couldn’t get here in time, riding a rocket.

Of course, that was just her thought.

Director Leng approached quietly, asked, "What are they saying?"

"Thanking God for saving them."

After hearing this, Director Leng showed a disdainful smile, "God? We wouldn’t want to be their God."

Jiang Cheng silently gave a thumbs up.

Your insight is unparalleled!

Director Leng released a standard sly grin, and Jiang Cheng immediately grew wary.

That’s the expression when she’s up to something.

Director Leng spoke.

"Ms. Jiang Cheng, interested in working in our foreign trade?"

"Jiang—I want to discuss textile matters with you, and some great ideas you mentioned, I want to talk more about them."

"I find them incredibly inspiring!"

Jenny interrupted their conversation.

Jiang Cheng didn’t respond to Director Leng but turned to Jenny, "I’m very interested in talking to you."

"To be honest, I know the head of a textile factory; they have a batch of newly designed fabrics I think you’d like."