Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 93: Reporting

Jiang Cheng’s words piqued Jenny’s interest.

"Is it the pattern on your backpack?"

"No, it’s another design, quite creative."

Of course, she hadn’t drawn it yet.

But placing an order comes with a production cycle, selecting a design first is still timely before production.

Jenny nodded after listening, as Jiang Cheng had saved her life, the adrenaline rush hadn’t dissipated yet, and at the moment she looked at Jiang Cheng with deep gratitude.

Director Leng saw Jiang Cheng talking to foreigners again and decided to temporarily suppress his desire to recruit Jiang Cheng for work.

With lingering apprehension, the group continued onward, eventually rejoining the main team.

Many people were climbing onto a large green truck, preparing to transfer. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng said to the foreigners, "I need to find my teacher and classmates, they must be worried about me."

"Jiang—go quickly!"

"Jiang, will you come back?"

"Jiang, can we exchange contact information?"

"Jiang, don’t forget our agreement to discuss things."

Jenny and several foreigners all looked at Jiang Cheng, thinking this was the most cooperative translator they had ever met.

For a moment, they were reluctant to part.

Listening to the foreigners, Jiang Cheng straightforwardly said, "I can’t decide; I need to ask."

With that, she was urged by several foreigners to inquire.

Jiang Cheng went to look for Director Leng, but before she could find him, someone stopped her.

A man wearing a Zhongshan suit with gold glasses, hair slicked with heavy pomade, in a mud-filled environment, wearing black leather shoes.

The man pushed his glasses singlehandedly, looking slightly crookedly at Jiang Cheng.

At that moment, Jiang Cheng was covered in mud, her face hardly recognizable.

The man showed a trace of disdain in his eyes and spoke:

"Comrade, hello, I’m here to take over your translation. Thank you for your help, but now that I’m here, it’s enough."

Jiang Cheng showed a toothy grin, still sporting a simple expression.

"Alright then, I said I couldn’t do it, I’m leaving."

Speaking in her regional dialect, Jiang Cheng turned around without hesitation... to report the issue.

What a joke?

After nurturing the peaches for so long, do you think you can just pick them?

Be firm when you need to be, ask for help when necessary.

Jiang Cheng left immediately, and seeing her perceptiveness, Pan Cheng, who had prepared a speech, felt more confident that Jiang Cheng’s foreign language skills might not be that good.

This was about throwing away a hot potato hastily.

Pan Cheng walked confidently towards the eager foreigners.

A university student from Industrial and Agricultural University, couldn’t beat someone randomly pulled from the street?

The waiting foreigners glanced at Jiang Cheng’s departing figure, then at the man approaching them.

What was this man doing here?

Where was Jiang going?

The foreigners were puzzled, but Pan Cheng, full of confidence, walked as if he were conducting a grand ceremony.

Step by step, with each step,

With a slap sound, Pan Cheng’s shoe came off.

As he stepped down, his shoe got stuck in the sticky mud, refusing to lift.

With the watchful eyes of foreigners, Pan Cheng exposed his white socks, caught standing on one foot in the mud, unable to advance or retreat.

Forget about a rough start; he hadn’t even begun yet!

This scene made foreigners exchange glances, suppressing laughter.

At the same time, Jiang Cheng had found Director Leng.

"Director Leng, I want to discuss the bet. Leading it was Mr. John, but Zack, Ryder... also joined in the fun later."

"Though not formalized on paper, these people care a lot about appearances. I feel it could be useful at the right moment."

"Also, Lady Jeanne is very interested in a batch of newly designed fabrics from our city’s textile factory. She wants to talk about some cooperation. Please find someone to follow up later."

After saying all that in one breath, Jiang Cheng solemnly nodded and said, "That’s all for now, so I’ll be going."

Without delay, Jiang Cheng left, leaving Director Leng only able to watch her back as he regained his composure.

"Wait a minute!"

Director Leng called out, and Jiang Cheng feigned confusion as she turned back to ask, "What’s the matter?"

Director Leng was speechless, realizing this cunning girl was pretending.

What’s the matter?

Feigning ignorance.

Never seen anyone who leaves after detailing unfinished tasks?

When and how did this smart woman link foreigners and the textile factory?

Director Leng approached with an amused glance at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Go on, what’s going on."

Jiang Cheng’s straightforward face switched to a sly grin:

"I knew I couldn’t escape your keen eyes."

Jiang Cheng giggled, pointing in a direction: "I was driven away by your department’s official translator."

Director Leng and Jiang Cheng looked towards the foreigners, coincidentally witnessing Pan Cheng’s one-legged stance.

Both felt the embarrassment reflected internationally.

Director Leng unmistakably glared at the staff member beside him, Xiao Zhao.

Staff member Xiao Zhao defensively said, "It wasn’t me who told him to go!"

"Our translator suffered a concussion and fainted, those who went out for rescue also passed a message to our department, but there were already few translators, so they temporarily brought in a backup."

"I only said the foreigners were there, never to drive Comrade Jiang away."

Jiang Cheng quickly asked, "Can I still interact with the foreigners?"

Director Leng nodded immediately, "Yes! I approve! Let’s see who dares to oppose!"

That’s exactly what Jiang Cheng wanted to hear, without delay, she ran towards Pan Cheng.

She didn’t care about Pan Cheng, but at this moment, Pan Cheng represented the face of Hua Xia, which Jiang Cheng cared about dearly.

As she passed by Pan Cheng, she dug out his shoe and shoved it into his arms.

"Comrade Pan Cheng, as a translator, you represent more than an individual; please remember that at all times."

With that said, Jiang Cheng headed towards the foreigners.

In just a few seconds, the group of foreigners engaged happily with her in conversation.

Finally slipping on his shoes amidst social death, Pan Cheng stopped moving forward.

It wasn’t a newfound sense of patriotism. He realized the foreigners were speaking too fast, and the language wasn’t what he had learned.

He couldn’t follow their pace, their thoughts.

Forget about translating; he couldn’t even understand.

When and how Pan Cheng left, Jiang Cheng didn’t know or care.

After talking with the foreigners for a while and indicating she would return, she went off to find her night school teachers and classmates.

At the same time, Principal Wang was looking for her.

Principal Wang led the night school students and teachers along with the main group in evacuation.

Post-evacuation, a pregnant woman grateful for an earlier rescue by Jiang Cheng wanted to thank her, prompting Principal Wang to start searching.

When Principal Wang started looking, others thought he was worried, offering their words of comfort.

"Principal, Jiang Cheng is amazing, she’ll be fine, surely."

"Yes! Principal, don’t worry."

Principal Wang: "..."

Worried about Jiang Cheng?

Heh heh.

You all are too young!

The essence of Jiang Cheng, you haven’t got a clue!