"Mr. Simon, should we have a talk?"

A question that made Simon look at Jiang Cheng in a different light.

"Jiang, how can I be sure you’re not setting me up?"

Jiang Cheng smiled calmly.

"I have no evidence to prove my intentions, as I said, the choice to trust me is yours."

Jiang Cheng didn’t say much as usual; leaving some things unsaid is often the best negotiation tactic.

She leaned back in her chair, her expression revealing nothing, her gaze unusually powerful, leaving Simon unable to discern anything.

But within, Simon had begun to trust Jiang Cheng’s words a little.

Because Jiang Cheng wouldn’t profit from this matter, or at least not yet.

Simon looked at Jiang Cheng again and asked, "Why are you helping me?"

Jiang Cheng gave a faint smile and looked at George, "Because Mr. George said you ultimately made a promise as an honest businessman."

Upon hearing George’s name, Simon’s expression softened somewhat, revealing a look of reminiscence.

"George helped my mother."

Upon mentioning his mother, Mr. Simon’s demeanor grew a touch gentler.

"I come from a single-parent family; my mother took on three jobs to put me through school. She fell ill right after I graduated."

"At that time, I was helpless, and George helped her."

Mr. Simon took a deep breath and detached himself from his memories, calmly watching Jiang Cheng.

"What do you want?"

Jiang Cheng unabashedly praised, "Mr. Simon, you’re very astute."

"What I want is simple, for you to do business with Hua Xia, and if possible, invest here in the future; it will not disappoint you."

Simon was slightly surprised.

"Is that all?"

"That’s all."

Jiang Cheng’s definitive four words slightly startled Simon’s heart.

In Country M, it seemed or was already impossible to find businessmen fighting for their country.

Yet the young woman before him wasn’t a businesswoman.

Simon pondered for a few moments and then spoke, "I will investigate."

Jiang Cheng nodded in agreement, "Of course."

"However, may I boldly ask what agreement you signed with the R party?"

"Certainly."

Simon chose not to conceal, "I am a liquor merchant, constantly cooperating with the R party and Matsuboto, primarily dealing in the whiskey business."

Whiskey?

Fragments of information in Jiang Cheng’s mind connected upon hearing the word whiskey.

"Mr. Simon, perhaps you should have someone carefully examine the quality of this batch of whiskey, you should know that counterfeit or diluted liquor is not difficult to produce."

Simon nodded seriously, "I will investigate."

Jiang Cheng did not say more.

Simon was already a qualified businessman; only what he found out himself would he believe.

However, if she guessed correctly, the R country truly intended to cheat Simon this time.

If Simon bought counterfeit goods, he would suffer losses upon returning home, coupled with subsequent financial attacks, Simon would go bankrupt.

The speed of going bankrupt was feared to be swift as well.

This was likely why she hadn’t heard Simon’s name before. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

After the three finished speaking, they left the small compartment one after another.

Simon immediately began investigating.

Jiang Cheng first saw Mr. George off and then returned to the trade show.

As for the R party...she intended for them to trip over their own feet, with nothing gained.

Revenge... of course, it must strike the enemy at their most painful point.

It was already noon, most foreign guests had left for lunch and rest.

The trade hall was half empty.

Jiang Cheng took a work meal in a lunchbox and low-key sat in the corner to eat.

"May I sit here?"

Jiang Cheng looked up, it was Hua Ying.

Since they parted at the train station, they had only met briefly without speaking.

"Of course."

After inviting Hua Ying to sit, Jiang Cheng asked, "By the way, I don’t know which language you translate?"

"French."

Hua Ying replied, and Jiang Cheng was surprised, raising an eyebrow.

"Why did you learn French?"

"Well... my grandfather could speak it, so I learned a bit, but not very well. However, since few people know it, I get to participate every year."

Mentioning his grandfather, Hua Ying had a hint of melancholy, and Jiang Cheng thought of the decade-long dearth of foreign language skills.

"Being able to speak it is impressive."

Jiang Cheng didn’t bring up the possibility that his grandfather might return, instead changing the topic to foreign merchants Hua Ying dealt with.

"I’m dealing with jewelry merchants. They looked at our jade carvings but weren’t very interested."

Jewelry merchants?

Jiang Cheng’s first thought was: very wealthy.

Then she remembered the jade stone exhibit she visited.

Four words came to mind: "Meticulously crafted!"

The Hua Xia jade stone exhibit displayed the finest carvings, aiming to encapsulate 5,000 years of culture.

But, why would a jewelry merchant want such large, intricately carved jade?

Jiang Cheng paused mid-bite.

Hua Ying noticed and asked directly, "Don’t you like it? I haven’t touched my meat, would you like some?"

Jiang Cheng, taken aback, realized what Hua Ying meant.

"No need, I’m not picky, I can eat anything."

"I was just thinking... Hua Ying, would you mind if I accompanied you with the jewelry merchants this afternoon?"

Hua Ying immediately shook his head.

"Why would I mind? We are all translators."

Jiang Cheng smiled knowingly and thanked him.

The two continued eating; afterward, Jiang Cheng asked Hua Ying a few more questions.

After asking enough, she first went to the jade stone exhibit.

The factory director of the jade exhibit was frowning over a lunch box.

"At this rate, we won’t complete our quota."

"Have our skills fallen short?"

The factory director had just finished saying when a master carver, head bowed while eating, took exception.

"Don’t bring me into this; what’s wrong with my skills?"

The factory director looked helplessly at the master carver, not daring to offend, "That’s not what I meant."

"I’m just worried; we use the best materials and the best carving; why can’t we sell them?"

Jiang Cheng arrived just in time to hear the factory director’s sigh.

She approached cheerfully, introducing herself, "Hello, factory director, I’m Translator Jiang Cheng."

"I know you, you came for a drinking match with Little R in the morning; I was cheering for you!"

A young man behind the director stood up excitedly as if meeting an idol.

Jiang Cheng thanked him, making the young man embarrassed.

"Translator Jiang, is there something you need?"

"Sort of, I heard from a translator that a jewelry merchant looked at our exhibit, but the effect wasn’t great, is that so?"

The factory director stared at Jiang Cheng; if it wasn’t for the sincerity in her eyes, he would have thought she came to mock them.

"It’s not great, and we’re analyzing it."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng first praised the craftsmanship, to the extent that even the master carver regarded her as a kindred spirit.

After enough praise, Jiang Cheng said to the people at the jade exhibit, "I have a plan."

*

Around 1:30 PM, foreign guests returned in succession, and translators went back to work.

Jiang Cheng followed behind Hua Ying and met the jewelry merchants he mentioned.

Hua Ying introduced Jiang Cheng, but the French jewelry merchants weren’t very interested, appearing uninterested.

Jiang Cheng nudged Hua Ying, and Hua Ying immediately said, "Mr. Samuel, we’ve displayed new jade products, why not take a look?"