In the office of the Machine Factory, Director Chen’s expression was much more serious.

"Jiang Cheng, are you sure you only want one opportunity?"

Jiang Cheng smiled confidently.

"Of course! We in S City are willing to compete fairly."

"Good!"

Director Chen agreed. Jiang Cheng boldly asked, "Then can I borrow the factory’s phone?"

"You... go ahead and use it!"

Director Chen waved his hand grandly, and Jiang Cheng cheerfully followed Secretary Chen to the office where he could make a call.

The number was dialed.

The sound of beeping came through.

"Hello, this is the office of the Director at S City Machine Factory."

"Secretary Zhao, this is Jiang Cheng."

"Mr. Jiang? Please hold on, I’ll call the director right away. The director specifically instructed that if it’s your call, I should get him immediately!"

Secretary Zhao’s words were spoken so naturally that it gave the impression that the director had instructed him many times.

It even felt as if they were wondering why this call took so long to come.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng thought Secretary Zhao was quite the talent.

"Thanks to Secretary Zhao."

Jiang Cheng said politely, and Secretary Zhao smiled and said no need to thank him before anxiously knocking on Shen Que’s office door.

"Director, Mr. Jiang is on the line!"

Shen Que, who was reading documents, immediately stood up and walked out with slightly hurried steps.

"Hello!"

"Shen Que, it’s me."

"Hmm."

That simple "Hmm" from Shen Que made Jiang Cheng’s heart, which hadn’t thought of him for several days, suddenly skip a beat.

But right now, the important matters took priority.

"Director Shen, I have something to discuss with you."

When Shen Que heard this title, he knew Jiang Cheng was about to talk business.

He stood a bit straighter, shifting his brain out of romance mode, speaking with a slightly cooler tone.

"Mr. Jiang, please go ahead."

The two switched to a serious tone in an instant, and the perceptive Secretary Zhao immediately brought over pen and paper, placing them at Shen Que’s side.

"Director Shen, I’m currently at the Provincial Machine Factory, and the Provincial Machine Factory is currently dealing with a part that needs assistance from other machine factories..."

Jiang Cheng briefly informed Shen Que of the situation, hoping he would be somewhat prepared.

Shen Que listened seriously.

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Shen Que responded as the director, "Thank you, Mr. Shen. Our machine factory will never forget Mr. Jiang’s contributions."

"Then I’ll be waiting for Director Shen to thank me."

Those words, "thank me," were said by Jiang Cheng with a slightly playful tone.

Shen Que’s ears visibly turned red.

Secretary Zhao, standing nearby, kept his eyes on the floor, nose facing down, as if to say, ’I see nothing.’

"I’ll wait for your return."

After saying these four words, Shen Que reluctantly hung up the phone.

As soon as the call was disconnected, Shen Que called for Secretary Zhao, who was looking down.

"Find Master Qian, Master Zhu, and the Level Eight technician and head to the conference room for a meeting."

"Yes."

Secretary Zhao turned and went to make arrangements.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jiang Cheng also hung up the phone and happened to see Director Chen, who was full of curiosity.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, you and this Director Shen?"

"Shen Que is my significant other."

Jiang Cheng spoke openly and frankly, leaving Director Chen surprised yet unsurprised.

No wonder the way Jiang Cheng spoke with Director Shen was different from the way she spoke with other directors.

Director Chen felt a bit disappointed for a moment.

Not because he had any thoughts about Jiang Cheng, but because it was a pity that such a talented young woman already had a partner.

Initially, he even thought about his son.

What a shame, what a shame.

His silly son wasn’t lucky enough for this.

Jiang Cheng and Director Chen chatted for a while longer, exchanging contact information and phone numbers. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Director Chen stated that if there were any translation work needed in the future, he would definitely give priority to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng naturally didn’t refuse.

At noon, Jiang Cheng left the Provincial Machine Factory.

After leaving, she returned to the guesthouse.

Because she helped with translation, she missed the award ceremony at Xinhua Bookstore, and in the end, Manager Guo stepped in to accept the award for outstanding individual translator on her behalf.

According to Principal Wang and Zhao Chengde, even though Jiang Cheng wasn’t there, Manager Guo was quite smug that day!

Whenever someone asked, "Why didn’t your best translator come?"

Manager Guo always replied indifferently, "Who? You mean Jiang Cheng? I told her she shouldn’t do this, but the Provincial Machine Factory just insisted on having her as an R-language translator."

The questioner instantly felt deflated and dared not ask further.

Later on, Manager Guo didn’t wait for others to ask; he started chatting with others proactively.

Even Manager Qu from the neighboring city, who used to make the most fun of him, was dragged into a conversation for half an hour.

The central topic was, "Jiang Cheng is just okay."

"Jiang Cheng only knows five languages, just okay."

"It’s just her translation speed is a little fast. One person could equal ten, but it’s just okay."

"Jiang Cheng even handles foreign trade work! Earning so much foreign exchange... it’s just okay."

According to Zhao Chengde, "On the day of the award ceremony, if Manager Guo passed by a dog, he had to chat with it for a while."

After the award ceremony ended, Manager Guo, Principal Wang, and Zhao Chengde didn’t rush back but remained nearby, in case Jiang Cheng needed anything.

No matter how friendly people were to Jiang Cheng here, they weren’t family.

Indeed, according to Manager Guo and Principal Wang, they considered themselves family.

Jiang Cheng returned to the guesthouse, found Manager Guo and the others, and suggested a trip to the department store to buy some things, as they would be heading back the next day.

Thus, Jiang Cheng, a young girl, took an elderly, a middle-aged, and a peer to the department store.

In the department store, Jiang Cheng handed a bottle of Snow Cream to Zhao Chengde.

Zhao Chengde looked thoroughly confused.

"Buy it if you have the money; it’s for your mom!"

"Let me tell you, no matter how old your mom is, women need to be pampered."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, she pointed to a dress and said, "Principal Wang, this one is especially suitable for your wife, trust me!"

Her gaze then shifted to a pair of small high-heeled shoes, "Manager Guo..."

"Got it, buy these for my wife, right?"

Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up.

"You’re quick on the uptake!"

Jiang Cheng played the role of the guide throughout, picking gifts for their families to the best of her ability, given their budgets.

Of course, she bought a lot for herself too.

Leaving the department store, Jiang Cheng felt a bit of regret.

"This time, I didn’t end up working with a wool factory or a cotton factory, or anything like that."

"The weather is getting colder, I’ll look into it when I get back."

Jiang Cheng returned to the guesthouse with the elderly, middle-aged, and peer, carrying bags of items.

For dinner, they were invited to the home of the Director of the Provincial Xinhua Bookstore.

It was said to be a farewell meal.

They arrived at the address given.

Before them was a freestanding courtyard with a small garden and several trees.

At this moment in late autumn, not a single leaf had fallen.

Jiang Cheng softly reminded, "The owner likes cleanliness, so everyone, please be careful."

The three didn’t even ask why; they just agreed straightforwardly.

The three carried their gifts and knocked on the door.

"Coming!"

The door opened to reveal Manager Hua of the Provincial Xinhua Bookstore.

"Come in! Come in! It’s cold outside!"

"What are you doing with those things!"

Manager Hua warmly welcomed everyone in.

"Is this Jiang Cheng, Mr. Jiang?"

"I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time!"

Jiang Cheng nodded politely.

Why did it feel like this meal was organized just for her?