Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 94: I’ve Got Your Back

While Principal Wang was internally griping, Jiang Cheng came over.

"Principal, Jiang Cheng is back!"

"Why is the mud on you getting worse?"

"Jiang Cheng’s hand seems to be injured." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The keen-eyed night school students spotted a wound on Jiang Cheng’s hand. Principal Wang, who had been joking a moment ago, immediately rushed over and asked with concern:

"What happened? Did those foreigners bully you?"

"Damn it, how dare they bully our night school people!"

Principal Wang rolled up his sleeves.

Several teachers and night school students stood up behind him, united against the enemy, all looking ready to avenge Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng quickly explained to calm them down: "A rock fell on the mountain, hit me. When have I ever been bullied? I’m so kind; how could they bear it?"

Principal Wang: Familiar antics.

Student: Jiang Cheng is right!

"Jiang Cheng, let me clean it up for you. It’s seriously infected."

Nurse Zhou Lan walked over and poured some clean water from a kettle, washing Jiang Cheng’s wound.

As she washed, Zhou Lan asked, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Cheng was caught between laughter and tears.

Why did she feel like the night school students were treating her like a little sister?

Looking at the concerned classmates and teachers, Jiang Cheng laughed and said, "Saying it doesn’t hurt would be a lie, so it’s a little painful."

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Jiang Cheng’s words.

With her wound cleaned, Jiang Cheng was surrounded by the night school crowd.

From a distance, a group cheered loudly and occasionally gasped in surprise.

Outsiders were curious about what they were doing.

In reality.

"I told them our great nation is a land of etiquette..."

"And said our night school develops in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physique, beauty, and labor."

"I told them we deeply love our country, and I’m proud to be from Hua Xia!"

...

Jiang Cheng spoke with fervor. Thus, a lively patriotic education session was completed.

The effect was fantastic!

Principal Wang watched Jiang Cheng in the center, speaking and thought: If every night school teacher were like this, it would be great!

But when Principal Wang looked at the equally excited night school teachers,

Never mind, these teachers weren’t clear-headed either.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Cheng finally finished speaking.

She found Principal Wang and mentioned she was planning to go to the provincial capital with the group of foreigners.

Upon hearing, Principal Wang whispered his advice: "Jiang Cheng, you’re smart, so I’ll say this once."

"Be careful, as they’re foreigners. Handling things poorly might affect international relations."

Jiang Cheng knew Principal Wang meant well, and she playfully asked, "What if I earn foreign exchange?"

Foreign exchange?

Hearing that, Principal Wang’s eyes lit up.

People of that era were honored to earn foreign exchange for the country.

Principal Wang steeled his heart and whispered even softer: "Go ahead! If anything happens, blame me, and say I told you to do it. Got it?"

Jiang Cheng was momentarily stunned, feeling warm inside.

Feigning disdain, she said: "You make it sound like I’m going to do something bad! I’m telling you, they insisted on discussing my pretty bag with me, and I just couldn’t refuse."

Principal Wang stared at Jiang Cheng for several seconds, built confidence in what he said:

"You’re right! Exactly like that! We’ll say that to anyone!"

Jiang Cheng was speechless.

Can’t we stop deceiving ourselves?

Despite the lack of sentimental words, Principal Wang was ready to back Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng knew his words were sincere.

Both sides would go the length to help, establishing deep roots.

After communicating with Principal Wang, Jiang Cheng first met with the pregnant woman who wanted to thank her.

The pregnant woman was named Ma Chunhua, traveling alone with her daughter.

Jiang Cheng didn’t ask what exactly she was doing, but they exchanged contact details and addresses because her little girl Lan Hua wanted to write Jiang Cheng letters.

After finishing chatting with the pregnant woman, Jiang Cheng reconfirmed with Principal Wang that they would meet at the provincial drama troupe.

Since the rescue trucks would take them to the provincial capital, the night school people had been invited to stay at the provincial drama troupe.

Now Jiang Cheng needed to return to the vehicle transporting the foreigners to go to the capital with them.

Upon returning to the foreigners, staff member Xiao Zhao reacted as if seeing a long-lost parent.

"Jiang Cheng—you’re finally back!"

If you hadn’t returned, he’d have gone mad!

Who could understand the feeling of a chicken talking with ducks, and not just a duck, a whole flock!

Outnumbered and overwhelmed, Xiao Zhao couldn’t stand it anymore!

Jiang Cheng rescued Xiao Zhao, who, full of gratitude, quickly retreated to stand beside the dazed-looking Pan Cheng.

Pan Cheng was staring at Jiang Cheng, now with a washed face.

"Who is she?"

Pan Cheng asked. Xiao Zhao noticed something unusual and said, "That’s the translator who picked up your shoe earlier."

Instantly, Pan Cheng’s awestruck face blushed with embarrassment.

For someone like Pan Cheng, who cares about face, Jiang Cheng was a witness of his shame.

A pink bubble that hadn’t yet risen popped in Pan Cheng’s heart.

Pan Cheng averted his gaze, turned around, and left without a pause.

Xiao Zhao quietly basked in his accomplishment.

Hundreds of passengers boarded the trucks, and the dozen army-green trucks roared to life.

Jiang Cheng sat with the foreigners, and to prevent them from griping about the trucks or making any unpleasant comments, she taught them songs instead.

A tune known in almost every country.

A song everyone could sing without dispute.

The trucks rumbled onward, and a cheerful melody floated from the truck beds.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..."

They sang the birthday song for nearly an hour.

An hour in, even the toughest foreigners couldn’t take it.

One after another, they leaned on each other or fell asleep against boxes.

By the time the trucks wobbled into the provincial capital, night had already fallen.

The foreigners were to stay at the city’s best hotel, approved to host foreign guests.

Jiang Cheng followed to organize accommodations for them.

Once settled, it was already past eleven at night.

Fortunately, Director Leng had approved a room specifically for Jiang Cheng to rest well.

Jiang Cheng took a refreshing shower and immediately fell asleep on the bed.

The next morning, Jiang Cheng still woke up early.

She went straight to the restaurant on the hotel’s second floor, had a free breakfast, and asked about the location of the post and telegraph office—she planned to make a few calls.

Just as she finished eating, a waiter walked over.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Jiang Cheng?"

Jiang Cheng looked up.

"Yes, that’s me. Is something the matter?"

The waiter nodded with a smile, handing her a note: "This was passed on by a female comrade. She’s waiting outside."

Female comrade?

Jiang Cheng searched her mind but couldn’t recall any female comrades connected to her in the provincial capital.

She opened the note, and the bold, strong handwriting read, "Hello Ms. Jiang Cheng" caught her eye.

They say you can tell a person from their writing—who’s this strong female?

Jiang Cheng scanned down.

"Heard of a nearby train accident, hence called to inquire about your train. Made a bold visit today, hope you understand."

Signed: Shen Xing Shen Yue.