Mr. Qiu realized that Jiang Cheng was doing this on purpose.

He tried to calm himself, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Jiang Cheng and George were quite familiar with each other, and if they wanted to persuade George to stay at their pharmaceutical factory, her help would likely be needed.

After thinking it through, Mr. Qiu smiled and asked, "May I ask, where has Ms. Jiang Cheng gone?"

Director Cui, who was behind him, looked down on Mr. Qiu’s behavior with disdain.

To adjust one’s behavior according to the audience, isn’t it too obvious?

The factory manager of the ceramics factory, who was asked, continued wiping the display booth and said, "She seemed to have gone to find her friend, said to be outside."

Outside, a friend?

Isn’t that George!

Mr. Qiu really felt like a lump of old blood was stuck in his throat: This person has a not-so-ordinary vengeful spirit.

"Thank you."

Mr. Qiu, who seldom expressed gratitude, ran outside the trade hall again.

When he arrived, the three people under the tree had become four.

The four of them weren’t talking; each was doing their own thing, surprisingly harmonious.

Mr. Qiu from the pharmaceutical factory took a deep breath, put on his most friendly smile, and walked over.

"Hello Mr. Jiang, I am Qiu Lu from the Beijing Pharmaceutical Factory."

Jiang Cheng leisurely looked at Qiu Lu and replied indifferently with an "oh."

Qiu Lu felt that Jiang Cheng was being ungrateful, but he was also afraid of provoking George, so he simply cut to the chase and said, "The authorities have already verified the identity of Mr. George, and they’ve sent me to mainly understand Mr. George’s requirements."

Jiang Cheng acknowledged and turned to translate for George.

Qiu Lu listened carefully, as he understood foreign languages, otherwise he wouldn’t have been sent here.

Upon understanding, Qiu Lu felt slightly relieved that Jiang Cheng wasn’t mistranslating.

"Jiang, tell them I want to stay in Hua Xia, in pharmaceuticals."

"But for my medicine, I set my own price. If that’s not agreed upon, I’ll leave."

George clearly stated his demands, and Jiang Cheng turned to Qiu Lu and said, "Mr. Qiu definitely understood."

Pretending not to understand foreign languages, Qiu Lu was caught off guard.

He awkwardly chuckled and said, "I’m not very fluent, can just make out about the gist."

"We agree to Mr. George’s requests. We would like to invite Mr. George to come to Beijing. Once he’s there, we’ll provide for him in terms of food, clothing, shelter, and transport, so he can focus solely on research."

After listening, Jiang Cheng translated again.

After comprehending, George paused for quite some time, finally asking, "Jiang, will you go to Beijing?"

Jiang Cheng shook her head.

"Not now, my family is in S City."

After hearing this, George immediately said, "I want to go to S City, live next to Jiang. That’s my requirement; if not, I’ll leave."

"If not, I’ll leave," again with this line.

Understanding this, Qiu Lu instantly felt overwhelmed, how could George be like a child!

And why do you want to go to Jiang Cheng’s city, and even want to be her neighbor??

Subsequently, Qiu Lu made a series of persuasions, which eventually drove George into silence.

Regardless of what Qiu Lu said, George just kept his head down, without any reaction.

Qiu Lu was completely out of solutions.

He looked towards Jiang Cheng, pleading for her assistance.

Jiang Cheng spread her hands and said, "George is my friend, and I respect all of my friend’s choices."

Qiu Lu gritted his teeth and smiled.

In the end, it was Director Cui who stepped forward, suggesting that this issue has to be reported up the chain.

What could Qiu Lu do, he could only agree through gritted teeth.

Great!

Today was a waste of time!

Reluctantly, Qiu Lu left, looking back with every step.

He clearly saw that after he took the first step to leave, George immediately raised his head.

At that moment, Qiu Lu almost wanted to cry: Big brother, what exactly do you dislike about me? Can’t I change it!

Under the tree, Jiang Cheng seriously asked George, "George, are you certain you want to go with me to S City?"

"Yes."

George nodded with certainty.

In George’s eyes, Jiang Cheng can understand his actions, and he feels very comfortable.

That’s all, nothing else involved.

Jiang Cheng lightly rubbed her fingers and suddenly stood up.

"I’m going to make a call."

Jiang Cheng turned around and ran off.

Not catching a pie falling from the sky would be such a waste!

She ran breathlessly to a place where she could make a phone call and dialed the machinery factory directly.

After being transferred, Shen Que answered the phone.

"Jiang Cheng."

The affectionate call of "Jiang Cheng" was interrupted by Jiang Cheng’s urgent words.

"Shen Que, please go find the top leader now, I have urgent matters to discuss. I don’t have the top leader’s phone number, but note down this number for me."

"Okay!"

Without hesitation, Shen Que noted down the number and set off.

About forty minutes later, Jiang Cheng’s phone rang again.

"Hello?"

"Comrade Jiang Cheng, I heard you have achieved another milestone."

"Top leader..."

After a few pleasantries, Jiang Cheng stated her main purpose today.

"George is a medical genius. The Beijing Pharmaceutical Factory is trying to recruit him, but George doesn’t want to go to Beijing. He wants to come to our S City."

A few words, and the top leader instantly understood the significance.

A pharmaceutical factory with a medical genius has a bright future ahead.

It might become a major taxpayer for S City in the future, which also tempted the top leader.

Ordinary talent would probably be intercepted by Beijing, but this foreign genius is determined to come to S City, which is their advantage.

"Comrade Jiang Cheng, I have received your message, and the S City Pharmaceutical Factory will definitely strive for it."

"Good!"

Jiang Cheng hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Jiang Cheng returned to find George and the others.

The four of them had lunch together.

George’s meals were still specially made.

Lately, Li Chunxiang, who went to buy lunch, had been told several times by the chef that there’s no need to be overly attentive to a rabbit at home, they are easy to maintain.

Li Chunxiang could only smile awkwardly.

After lunch, Jiang Cheng returned to the trade hall.

The afternoon was a time to focus on work, with nothing particularly noteworthy occurring.

Three days later, as the trade fair was drawing to a close, there were very few foreign businessmen left.

Jiang Cheng wandered around for a day but didn’t catch a single big client.

Just as she was about to leave, Mr. Simon came over.

"Jiang, can we talk?"

"Of course."

Jiang Cheng and Mr. Simon found a quiet corner and stood opposite each other.

Simon first asked, "Is George doing well?"

"Very well. He wants to go to my hometown and continue working in pharmaceuticals."

Simon raised an eyebrow slightly at this, but it seemed reasonable.

"He’s very simple-minded."

"Yes."

After chatting idly about George for a while, Simon got to the point.

"The investigation has concluded. There are quality issues with the goods from the R-side, and I won’t cooperate with them anymore."

Jiang Cheng smiled and directly said, "Congratulations, congratulations on avoiding a gigantic loss."

"Hahaha! That’s correct, and it’s all thanks to you."

"Of course, how about we split it, three-seven? I’ll take 30% for luck, and you take 70% for your steadiness."

Simon was amused by Jiang Cheng’s unique three-seven split.

"You’re interesting. I’m here today to tell you that I won’t be able to purchase alcohol from you."

"It’s not personal; it’s just that Hua Xia’s baijiu really doesn’t suit our country’s tastes."