Jiang Cheng stayed at Shen Que’s place for about forty minutes before leaving.

She wanted to go to Sea City, which required a lot of preparation.

So in the afternoon, she went to the paper mill.

The paper mill director still remembered Jiang Cheng from the human trafficker play.

Jiang Cheng came to profit without any investment.

Of course, the paper mill director had heard about some of Jiang Cheng’s achievements.

But, did their paper mill have anything that could be exported?

It wasn’t self-deprecation; there really wasn’t anything.

However, regardless of any concerns, Jiang Cheng was still warmly welcomed in.

Once inside, the paper mill director couldn’t stop smiling.

Nobody had told him how delightful it was to chat with Jiang Cheng before!

Jiang Cheng also toured the paper mill and chatted and communicated with the master craftsmen and workers.

In the evening, she conveniently joined them for dinner.

After the dinner, Jiang Cheng left the paper mill, holding a few sheets of somewhat stiff paper.

On her way back, she went straight to the machinery factory to see Shen Que.

This time, she offered Shen Que a bowl of soup.

By the time Jiang Cheng left, it was already late at night.

Shen Que, worried, asked Gao Zhonghua to walk Jiang Cheng out.

Jiang Cheng did not refuse.

The two of them left the machinery factory one after the other, and Jiang Cheng suddenly turned back and called out, "Mr. Gao, do you have a job after retiring?"

Gao Zhonghua paused for a moment, took a few steps forward, keeping a two-meter distance, and said, "Mr. Shen said he wanted me to join the machinery factory."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng asked directly, "You don’t want to?"

Gao Zhonghua scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "I don’t want to cause trouble for Mr. Shen. I don’t know anything about the machinery factory."

Jiang Cheng understood.

She looked at the towering Gao Zhonghua and asked again, "Why did you retire?"

Gao Zhonghua pointed to his head and said naively, "There’s shrapnel here."

Shrapnel in the head?

"Heh, it’s nothing. The doctor said I might live to a hundred!"

Gao Zhonghua turned around to comfort Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng felt a pang of sadness for a moment; she naturally had a fondness for people in uniform.

"Yes, you are indeed a person with great fortune, and you’ll definitely live a long life."

Jiang Cheng said accordingly and asked again, "Do you have anything you enjoy doing?"

Although Gao Zhonghua was simple, he wasn’t foolish.

He understood that Jiang Cheng intended to arrange a job for him.

"Madam—Mr. Jiang, you don’t have to. I want to take care of Mr. Shen myself; he’s saved my life more than once."

Jiang Cheng smiled lightly in response, "Firstly, I have the ability to help you arrange something, and secondly, because of Shen Que, and because of your contribution to the country, I am willing to help you. So, please don’t hesitate; I’m quite capable!"

It was the first time Gao Zhonghua had spoken so much to Jiang Cheng.

He saw such a confident and outspoken woman for the first time.

Gao Zhonghua was silent for a while, then finally said something.

"Mr. Jiang, you and Mr. Shen... are a perfect match!"

Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow and lifted her voice.

"Of course!"

"Mr. Gao, you don’t have to tell me right away; think about it."

"Alright!"

Gao Zhonghua responded, and Jiang Cheng nodded.

Jiang Cheng continued walking ahead, with Gao Zhonghua following behind.

One following the other, Gao Zhonghua watched Jiang Cheng until she returned to the communal courtyard, then he returned to the machinery factory.

Upon returning, Gao Zhonghua talked to Shen Que about what Jiang Cheng had said.

After hearing it, Shen Que immediately showed a proud expression.

"My Jiang Cheng is truly amazing!"

"Tall one, if you have any desires, just tell Jiang Cheng. If she says it, it means she really wants to help."

Gao Zhonghua, after listening, hummed a response and took the matter more seriously.

Originally, he thought after retiring and not knowing how long he had left to live, he would just do something casually, since it was all just about passing the time.

But now, he suddenly had a little bit of hope.

*

On the other side, after Jiang Cheng returned to the communal courtyard and said hello to Grandma Shen and the others, she went back to her room to get busy.

The table was covered with papers, densely packed with red, blue, and black writings.

The ceramics factory had surplus ceramic basins, as all factories do. How can they be sold for more profit?

The plan for the paper mill...

Jiang Cheng drew up plans for each factory, combining her future experience and her understanding of the foreign market.

Often, she had to make A, B, C, and even more plans.

Ensuring that no matter what happens, there was a contingency plan.

Of course, no matter what changes, the core focus was on profit.

Once she got busy, time flew by quickly.

Around one in the early morning, Jiang Cheng finally lay down to sleep.

But maybe her mind was too active, as she spent the night having messy, illogical dreams.

At about four-thirty in the morning, Jiang Cheng simply got up.

Since she couldn’t sleep soundly, she might as well finish things up.

And just like that, it was time for breakfast.

After breakfast, Jiang Cheng took Grandma Shen’s cooked meat porridge to the machinery factory.

As soon as Shen Que saw Jiang Cheng, he noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

He invited Jiang Cheng over and let her lay her head on the bed.

"Let me read to you; close your eyes and listen, okay?"

Jiang Cheng comfortably rested her head on the bed and murmured, "Just one hour, then you have to wake me up."

"Okay, I promise you."

Shen Que gently read from a book, and his large hand softly massaged Jiang Cheng’s head.

The warm sunlight, the comfortable temperature, the soothing reading voice, the relaxing massage.

Jiang Cheng gradually closed her eyes, and a slight snore came out.

An hour later, Shen Que looked at Jiang Cheng with a tender heart, but still woke her up.

Because Jiang Cheng specifically reminded him, meaning she really had things she couldn’t let go of.

He couldn’t make decisions for Jiang Cheng under the guise of doing what’s best for her.

"Jiang Cheng? Jiang Cheng?"

"Mmm—"

Jiang Cheng slowly opened her eyes, offering an unconscious smile in Shen Que’s direction.

As Jiang Cheng gradually came to her senses, she stretched lazily and checked the time, her smile widening.

She got up and picked up her backpack.

"I’m leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

Shen Que advised as Jiang Cheng suddenly patted her backpack and said, "Forgot something."

"What is it?"

Shen Que looked to the side of the bed to search.

"Don’t move, it’s right here!"

Jiang Cheng stepped back, bent over.

While Shen Que was still looking, she quickly kissed him on the cheek like a dragonfly touching water.

"Found it."

Shen Que was first stunned, then smiled, looking at Jiang Cheng with anticipation and adoration.

Jiang Cheng’s smile was dazzling as she waved at him, "This is your reward for waking me up on time."

"Rest well, I’ll come see you this evening."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you."

After watching Jiang Cheng walk out, Shen Que touched the spot where he had just been kissed, smiling foolishly.

"Oh dear, could you stop with the silly grin?"

"If you keep it up, I’m afraid I’ll catch it too!"

Director Lian walked in with a bowl of medicine.

Shen Que put his hand down and calmly shook his head, "You don’t understand the beauty of being in love."

"Me? I don’t understand? I’ve had several relationships!"

Shen Que gave a meaningful "oh" and looked at Director Lian with a half-smile, "Several.. I wonder if your wife knows?"

Director Lian immediately put on a placating face.

"Brother, dear brother, I was wrong!"