Jiang Cheng was called by R-country people to translate, and she couldn’t refuse; that’s her job.

However, before heading there, Jiang Cheng first arranged things for George.

After communicating with George, he didn’t want to stay indoors as he disliked crowds.

In the end, Jiang Cheng simply took George out of the trade fair and had him stay with Gao Zhonghua and Li Chunxiang.

Jiang Cheng also asked in advance about what George wanted for lunch and dinner and informed Li Chunxiang.

"Chunxiang, make sure to prepare according to George’s requests. He’s not trying to make things difficult for us; his world is just different from ours."

With this extra explanation, though Li Chunxiang didn’t fully understand, she listened to Jiang Cheng.

"Don’t worry, I’ll prepare as required."

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly.

At this moment, she was truly grateful for the company of Li Chunxiang and Gao Zhonghua.

"Gao Zhonghua, don’t let outsiders contact George, even accompany him to the restroom."

"This brochure I’ve drawn simply; if George points to this, it means the restroom, and if he points to this, it means food..."

Gao Zhonghua memorized every word that Jiang Cheng said carefully.

Seeing how serious Gao Zhonghua and Li Chunxiang were, Jiang Cheng felt reassured.

After settling everything, Jiang Cheng bid farewell to the three and returned to the trade fair.

Just as she entered, she was stopped by Director Mu, Director Cui, and Zhong Fan at the entrance.

"The R-country people have come with ill intentions."

"Are you sure you want to go? We can refuse."

"You could pretend to be sick!"

The trio each said their piece, but Jiang Cheng calmly shook her head.

"To enter the tiger’s den, only then can you get the tiger cub. Besides, this is Hua Xia’s territory; what can they... or dare they do?"

Just as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, she saw the R-country people approaching impatiently.

Jiang Cheng gave the trio a glance.

"Trust me!"

She then walked away.

The trio standing in place felt both worried and expectant.

Director Mu, the most confident, said, "Jiang Cheng can do it."

Zhong Fan and Director Cui weren’t too familiar with her, but their expectations were the same.

By this time, Jiang Cheng had already become the translator for the R-country people.

There was no sense of trembling fear as others might imagine, nor was there any over-cautiousness.

Jiang Cheng’s appropriately relaxed demeanor quickly had her chatting with several R-country staff members.

When the leader of the group, Matsuboto, turned to look for Jiang Cheng, he happened to see her laughing and getting along well with several R-country people.

Matsuboto instinctively frowned.

"That translator, can you come over?"

After Matsuboto called out, no one moved.

Matsuboto frowned and called again.

"That translator, come over!"

Jiang Cheng still didn’t move. The R-country person in front of her reminded her, "Mr. Matsuboto is calling you."

"Calling me? Impossible. I have a name. How could Mr. Matsuboto, a man of etiquette, be rude? Please don’t defame him."

The R-country person opposite her had a twitch in his face: Is this what being defamed feels like?

Jiang Cheng’s voice wasn’t quiet, and Matsuboto heard it.

For a moment, he was in a dilemma, so he had to suppress his dissatisfaction and call again: "Translator Jiang, could you please come over?"

Jiang Cheng turned around in an instant, wearing a smile, and exaggeratedly responded, "Oh! Coming!"

"Mr. Matsuboto, I knew you were the most polite."

Matsuboto was caught off guard by Jiang Cheng’s remark and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

No wonder Chi Lang was fooled by this person yesterday; she’s really got a sharp tongue.

"Don’t chat at the back; start working. We need to visit the liquor booth."

Matsuboto walked with his hands behind his back, acting superior.

Jiang Cheng stood straight, taller than Matsuboto with her head lowered.

"Alright!"

Matsuboto instinctively looked up, feeling it wasn’t appropriate, yet looking down, he couldn’t see Jiang Cheng’s face.

For a moment, he went back and forth, busying himself enough.

Jiang Cheng stood by, "not understanding," as she began to lead the way.

No matter how the road led, she always walked beside Matsuboto.

From afar, Jiang Cheng appeared to be leading the group, her posture tall and upright, with Matsuboto not only shorter in stature but also losing out on aura.

To those unaware, it might seem the leader of this group was Jiang Cheng.

Matsuboto walked all the way in a stifled mood, striving to speed up toward the liquor booth, and finally arrived.

"Translator Jiang, could you introduce the liquors here?"

Matsuboto sat in a chair, leisurely directing Jiang Cheng to work.

Jiang Cheng noticed several groups of foreign visitors examining the liquor, not just the R-country people.

Her mind spun as she seriously began the introduction.

"This is Jin Gai Fenjiu... with a prominent aged aroma, mellow and sweet, fine and delicate fragrance... made famous as an imperial court liquor during the Northern Song period, further renowned by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu’s Qingming, making Xinghua Fenjiu famous throughout the land..."

"This one is Zhuyeling Qingjiu... chooses top-quality sorghum, traditional solid-state fermentation process... stored in temperature-controlled underground cellars... it also has an interesting legend... it’s said that on a hot summer day, two shop assistants placed the jar under a bamboo grove to cool..."

Once again, Jiang Cheng eloquently talked on and on.

Even though she was speaking R-language, Jiang Cheng’s expressive gestures and expressions intrigued the other foreign businessmen.

They felt that the liquors she spoke of seemed quite delightful and intoxicating.

The R-country people initially intended to tire Jiang Cheng out, making her continuously introduce, but now Jiang Cheng was squeezed away by several foreign businessmen.

That’s right; she was squeezed away.

The businessmen scrambled to inquire about the wineries for various details of the two liquors introduced by Jiang Cheng.

The interpreters accompanying these businessmen instantly had an increased workload.

Jiang Cheng looked helplessly at the R-country people, first shrugging, then acting very angry, expressing her anger in R-language.

"How can they be so rude? Don’t they know you are from the great R-empire?"

"No, I must stand up for you and have a word!"

Saying this, Jiang Cheng rolled up her sleeves, looking as though she was about to start a fight, scaring Matsuboto into a fright, hastily stopping Jiang Cheng.

"No! No need!"

"Please sit down! Sit down!"

But Jiang Cheng purposely wouldn’t.

Matsuboto almost broke into tears.

Several businessmen, from four countries, must be out of their minds to want to get into it with four countries!

"Mr. Matsuboto, don’t stop me! You, such a polite person, how can I stand by and let them bully you!"

"Let go of me! I must get justice for you!"

Jiang Cheng made a valiant effort to surge forward, chanting fervent slogans.

Matsuboto, sweating profusely, was anxious.

"Translator Jiang, I beg you, please sit down! Please sit down!"

Jiang Cheng paused her actions, looking at the chair.

"Can I sit down?"

That tone, that demeanor, made Matsuboto want to perform a death on the spot.

With gritted teeth, Matsuboto forced a smile and politely invited Jiang Cheng, "Yes! Please sit!"

Jiang Cheng made no further moves.

She brushed off the chair with a hand and said, very self-consciously, "This feels inappropriate. I’m just a translator sitting while you’re all standing. It’s quite embarrassing."

Jiang Cheng stared intently at the seated R-country people and suddenly stood up.

"No, I can’t swallow this indignation! I represent R—-"

"No! Sit down!"

As Matsuboto spoke again, his eyes threateningly scanned around, and the seated R-country people stood up.

Jiang Cheng’s foxlike smile reappeared as she sat down and sincerely said to Matsuyama, "Mr. Matsuyama, you’re all too polite; I’m embarrassed."

Matsuyama: The urge to kill can’t be stopped!