Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 103: Leaving the Hotel

What Jiang Cheng said was sincere, and Smith listened approvingly.

Both of them simultaneously showed admiration for each other, grasping each other’s hands, and thus the deal was closed.

Smith was truly wealthy; he directly ordered ten thousand handcrafted stuffed dolls at a price of thirteen US Dollars each.

One hundred and thirty thousand foreign exchange pounded down on Factory Director Fang’s head once again.

Because each of these dolls was pieced together from scraps of fabric!

Of course, the cotton inside required support from the cotton factory.

Jiang Cheng and Smith enjoyed their conversation immensely; she spoke of many timeless sales techniques on how to complete the dolls’ backstories.

In short, work hard to reap the benefits.

Smith chatted with Jiang Cheng, losing track of time, continually expressing the wish that if Jiang Cheng could go to Country M, he would certainly give her a very high salary.

Jiang Cheng modestly declined.

With emotions brimming, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Smith, for the invitation, but I deeply love my country. It may be poor and backward right now, but I believe this is only temporary because there are many, many people who love this country as I do."

At this point, Jiang Cheng shed two crystalline tears.

Smith was moved by Jiang Cheng’s genuine emotions.

"Jiang, what you said is wonderful! We should all love our countries! I’ve decided to place an additional order of five thousand!"

Jiang Cheng’s surprised expression and excited demeanor gave Smith the illusion that he had saved a nation.

Jiang Cheng covered her mouth, excitedly exclaiming, "Smith... you truly are a generous gentleman. In our Hua Xia culture, you would be considered a Confucian businessman."

"I apologize for the earlier bet. A businessman like you does not need such a bet; it was an insult to you."

Words of praise flowed out like water from Jiang Cheng, and Smith, already confident, increased his order by another five thousand.

Twenty thousand orders, two hundred sixty thousand.

After signing the contract, Smith headed back to the restaurant first, while Jiang Cheng followed behind.

Director Leng, who had been silent all along, stepped forward.

"Wasn’t it ten thousand? How did it become twenty thousand?"

Jiang Cheng said in a split-second of showiness, "Smith was moved by my love for my country and insisted on adding another ten thousand to the order."

"Couldn’t stop him."

Director Leng naturally knew it wasn’t quite like that, but whether black cat or white cat, catching mice is what matters!

After the showy display, Jiang Cheng looked at Factory Director Fang and said, "Factory Director Fang, could you wait for me a while? I’d like to hitch a ride to the drama theatre."

"Sure, sure, sure! There’s no hurry!"

Factory Director Fang was very polite.

In Factory Director Fang’s mind, Jiang Cheng would be his revered figure, despite different surnames, in the future!

Just look at her, in less than three days, she brought in over three hundred thousand worth of foreign exchange orders for their textile factory!

My goodness, if he told the people at the textile factory about this, they wouldn’t believe it!

Jiang Cheng went to say farewell to the foreigners, while Director Leng watched Factory Director Fang, who was struck dumb by the huge pie thrown at him.

Fan-sized palm slapped on Factory Director Fang’s shoulder.

"Comrade Fang, I don’t need to emphasize the importance of foreign exchange, right?"

Factory Director Fang shook his head.

"Then does the importance of Ms. Jiang Cheng still need highlighting?"

Factory Director Fang shook his head frantically.

Director Leng withdrew his palm, looking in Jiang Cheng’s direction, saying, "Actually, I initially wanted Jiang Cheng to work at our foreign trade department..."

"That won’t do!"

Factory Director Fang stopped nodding, and loudly protested, "Ms. Jiang Cheng is a great contributor to our textile factory; you can’t poach her halfway through."

Director Leng glanced at the genuinely anxious Factory Director Fang and was left speechless.

"I wasn’t finished talking, why are you getting anxious!"

"I asked Jiang Cheng, and she herself doesn’t want to join our foreign trade, saying the time isn’t right yet."

"I was unwilling to give up, but thinking it over, since she can bring in orders without being in foreign trade, it’s better not to restrict such a person."

Factory Director Fang, beside him, nodded so rapidly his head nearly left shadow trails.

That’s right!

However it’s said!

As long as Jiang Cheng doesn’t leave, you can say whatever you want!

Factory Director Fang figured it out.

No big leader can compare to the practical benefit that Jiang Cheng brings.

Big leaders can paint big pictures, but Jiang Cheng serves the actual pie!

The two chatted, Jiang Cheng returned.

She approached Director Leng, smiling, "Director Leng, my task is done. They’re heading to the foreign exchange store in the afternoon, where most people can speak some foreign languages and can explain the prices. I won’t be going in the afternoon; there’s a night school performance today, and I need to go see it."

Director Leng knew about Jiang Cheng’s plan, and he expressed gratitude once more, handing Jiang Cheng two hundred yuan as remuneration.

"That’s all I can give you."

Jiang Cheng accepted with a smile.

"It’s plenty; I only worked for a few days and got free meals and lodging, I profited!"

Director Leng appreciated Jiang Cheng’s candid and gracious demeanor.

For a moment, he felt reluctant, repeatedly instructing Jiang Cheng, "Make sure to save my phone number and address. You can write to me or call if there’s an emergency, understood?"

"Don’t worry, I’ve stored them safely!"

Jiang Cheng patted her backpack, saying goodbye once more.

As she prepared to leave, before getting far, she was stopped again.

The leader was Chef Dong, with several waiters and staff members following behind.

"Jiang Cheng, I’ve made two jars of this meat sauce. Call the hotel if it’s not enough; I’ll make more for you."

Jiang Cheng hurriedly expressed her thanks, having yet to buy meat, but the meat sauce was already in hand.

Chef Dong waved his hand repeatedly; it was nothing!

Not just yesterday, even today, these foreigners left tips again.

A few waiters also approached, one giving a bar of soap, another a silk scarf.

Soon, Jiang Cheng’s neck was adorned with two braids of garlic.

Finally reaching the door, the foreigners came again.

Each of them prepared small gifts, presenting them to Jiang Cheng one by one.

Jenny was even more reluctant, tearfully saying many things.

Ultimately, Smith walked over, seeing Jiang Cheng, whose hands were already full, smiling warmly, he said, "Jiang, you are the most outstanding Hua Xia girl I’ve ever met."

"Thank you for the compliment, I also think I’m very outstanding."

Jiang Cheng finally stepped out of the hotel doors, and with the help of several directors, removed the items from her body, waving goodbye once more.

The car started, and numerous people still stood at the hotel entrance.

For some reason, even though just one person was missing, it felt extremely quiet.

Especially when everyone looked at each other, it seemed like no one knew what to say.

Right now... it was quite unsettling.

Jiang Cheng, having left, leaned against the car seat, closing her eyes to rest.

She was truly exhausted.

For the past few days, her mind had been constantly working.

Factory Director Fang, sitting in front, softly reminded the driver, "Drive slower."

The driver nodded silently, heading towards the provincial theatre.

At the same time, in the hospital, after two days of deliberation, Shen Que finally made a decision.

He wanted to give it a try.

For the first time in twenty-six years, he felt moved; he wanted to try.

More importantly, a thought kept lingering in his mind: if he missed Jiang Cheng, he might regret it for the rest of his life.