In the lounge, Jiang Cheng only hinted at the topic.

Since these people were willing to return, they deserved her respect.

They should have their pride, but they shouldn’t focus solely on it.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was chatting enthusiastically with nine returning international students, who came from four different countries, using the languages of those countries to converse with them.

This smooth switching between languages not only motivated the nine individuals but also eased any discomfort about Jiang Cheng being the first speaker.

They didn’t look down on others; they simply respected those who were stronger.

Additionally, Jiang Cheng "casually" mentioned how she persuaded foreigners and the transaction volumes she achieved at trade fairs, which greatly impressed the nine people.

"Jiang Cheng, you’re really amazing!"

"How do you guess the foreigners’ thoughts so accurately?"

"You’re incredible!"

Jiang Cheng smiled with "modesty".

"I was forced to do it, if I didn’t use my brain, they would have devoured me."

"You have no idea... the amount of material I translated when I first started."

Jiang Cheng began to pour out her grievances.

The translation tasks for the machinery and food factories went from level ten difficulty to level one hundred, which filled the nine people with anger, clenching their fists.

"They went too far!"

"That’s right, when we were abroad, they all looked down on us."

"They even gave us nicknames like ’yellow skin’... in short, they were annoying."

"Exactly, my advisor tried to retain me several times, even though I knew what he wanted was my brain, but in his heart, he didn’t recognize my Hua Xia identity."

"That’s right, I refuse to be inferior abroad."

Jiang Cheng’s words sparked unpleasant memories of abroad in everyone.

Jiang Cheng looked at a female Ph.D. student with admiration, holding her hand with tearful eyes.

"You’ve worked hard!"

"You endured humiliation and burden for the homeland, you’ve worked hard!"

As she spoke, Jiang Cheng stood up and gave a deep bow to the nine individuals.

In the lounge, the ten people became more engaging as they conversed, feeling it was not too late to meet each other.

Time passed unconsciously as a knock on the door was heard.

Mr. Zhao pushed the door open, looking around the room before finally focusing on Jiang Cheng.

"Ms. Jiang Cheng, it’s time for your speech."

Jiang Cheng stood up and thanked him.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. I’m headed there now."

Mr. Zhao nodded, closed the door, and waited for her outside.

Not wasting any time, Jiang Cheng greeted everyone, took a deep breath, and seemed a bit nervous.

"Jiang Cheng, you can do it."

"You’ll be fine!"

"Exactly, you’re super capable!"

Jiang Cheng almost laughed in her heart: an hour ago, you weren’t like this.

"Alright, I’ll break the ice for you. Get ready!"

"Go for it!"

With a shout of encouragement, Jiang Cheng opened the door and followed Mr. Zhao to the conference hall.

The nine remaining inside thought for a moment before following her out and standing backstage to listen to Jiang Cheng’s speech.

Today, Jiang Cheng wore a dark green Lenin suit with a slight waistline, a badge with a trainer’s portrait on her chest, and she carried a book of quotes onto the stage.

Among the audience of hundreds of factory directors, over half knew Jiang Cheng, along with hundreds of special training teachers and students.

The moment Jiang Cheng took the stage, the applause was thunderous.

Shen Que was among the crowd, wishing he had ten hands to clap more.

Pride filled every inch of his heart, leaving no room for anyone else.

Jiang Cheng walked to the podium with poise and grace, responding with a slight smile.

"Hello everyone, I am Jiang Cheng."

With that single sentence, the applause and cheers grew even louder.

The international students watching from backstage felt Jiang Cheng’s popularity for the first time.

"Wow—it all seems true."

"This popularity... it’s no exaggeration."

"I thought she was exaggerating when she said most of the audience knew her, but she was being modest. Is it not most... but all??"

The nine were awestruck as they watched Jiang Cheng at the podium, seemingly wondering how to contain such popularity.

If not handled well, the entire speech might not proceed smoothly.

Yet, in the next moment, Jiang Cheng slightly restrained her smiling expression and made a gesture to calm the crowd.

"Do you still want to make money?"

A single question silenced the thunderous applause and cheers below.

This command over the venue left the nine people in utter admiration.

While being in awe, they grew even more curious about Jiang Cheng.

On stage, Jiang Cheng beamed a brilliant smile a few seconds after the silence set in.

"Thank you, now, let’s discuss how we can make money, and how to make more money."

Jiang Cheng’s speech began.

Rather than a speech, it was more like storytelling.

Jiang Cheng’s words were not empty, devoid of grand theories or lofty instructions.

She started with a small character, one that felt like they could be right next to you, creating a strong sense of immersion.

Beginning with small stories, she gradually built up, leading to moments of enlightenment.

This method was very suitable for the factory directors present, who had varied educational backgrounds.

From small stories, she progressed to foreign friends.

Jiang Cheng continued to use her experiences with foreigners to analyze their eating habits, clothing preferences, and lifestyle choices.

She reminded everyone of how to extract useful insights from these habits.

For example, America loves very sweet food, and our domestic candies don’t meet their sweetness requirements, so they need to be changed.

Another example: Germans love beer, so how do you develop flavors and packaging they like?

And for Southeast Asia’s relatively underdeveloped countries, what do they need? What do developed countries value more?

In every aspect, Jiang Cheng explained thoroughly.

The directors or representatives below were busily taking notes, without a moment to be distracted.

As Jiang Cheng continued her talk, time flew by, and soon it was nearing the end of her speech.

The second speaker backstage grew increasingly nervous.

"I’m done for, I’m done for, what should I do?"

"I just realized my content is so empty, and I didn’t consider if the audience could understand. Will they boo me off stage?"

The second speaker nervously paced in circles, as was the third.

Others were considering rushing back to revise their scripts.

While they were all a bundle of nerves, Jiang Cheng’s speech was soon concluding.

"My speech is about to end... but there are even greater speakers after me."

With a transition, Jiang Cheng quelled any complaints from the audience.

"Those who know me understand I’m a translator. What I can do is use language to embellish our products, but the simplicity of our products is an unchangeable fact."

"This fact will not fundamentally change with my adornment, but those following can."

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