Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 49: My First Time as Zhuge Liang

After the two walked away, Lin Chengyuan had no face to stay at the door.

Dragged away by colleagues, he continued patrolling with a belly full of anger, badmouthing Jiang Cheng a few times between the lines.

The people patrolling with Lin Chengyuan laughed on the surface, echoing his words, but inside they thought Lin Chengyuan was no good and too petty.

Such a person wouldn’t dare to entrust him with their back in battle.

Although their security department didn’t need to go to battle, they were armed, with some operational rights.

On the other side, Jiang Cheng and Principal Wang smoothly found the factory director’s office, only to be stopped by the secretary outside.

Principal Wang instinctively looked at Jiang Cheng, who confidently took out the letter of introduction again.

This time, Principal Wang saw clearly; wasn’t this the introduction letter from their night school? It even had their night school’s stamp!

The memory came back; it seemed he had used the stamp for Jiang Cheng once.

He remembered this girl stamped many sheets of paper.

"Hello, this is Principal Wang from the night school, here to discuss worker training matters with the mechanical factory director."

Jiang Cheng’s words interrupted Principal Wang’s thoughts.

The secretary at the door recognized Principal Wang; their mechanical factory had people going for training every year, but the director hadn’t mentioned today’s matter.

"Please wait a moment."

The secretary didn’t make any decisions on her own, going in and out within ten seconds, and then came out.

"Sorry, our director is dealing with something. Perhaps you two could come again another day?"

"Alright then."

Jiang Cheng readily agreed.

Principal Wang was surprised, feeling the matter wasn’t over yet.

Sure enough, he saw Jiang Cheng rummage through her bag again.

With a snap, a small green booklet fell to the ground, coincidentally landing slightly inside the door.

"My translator certificate!"

Jiang Cheng hurriedly squatted down, picking it up with a heartache, dusting off the dirt.

The factory director inside heard the word ’translator’ and immediately spoke.

"Xiao Zhang, please invite them in."

Secretary Zhang immediately pushed open the half-closed door, as Jiang Cheng stood up, nodded to those inside, and said, "Hello."

Director Sun of the mechanical factory didn’t like pleasantries, asking bluntly, "Are you a translator?"

Jiang Cheng immediately straightened her posture, loudly and proudly saying, "Yes! I am currently a translator proficient in Japanese, Russian, and English."

"Currently?"

A man wearing glasses sitting opposite Director Sun inquired, sounding confused.

Jiang Cheng said confidently, "Exactly, I believe my intelligence and talent won’t be limited to just three languages!"

The man wearing glasses frowned slightly, showing displeasure, and said, "Bragging shamelessly!"

"Director, such a person cannot do translation well! Our equipment is too precious; if she translates wrongly, we wouldn’t have a second chance."

Director Sun didn’t speak, instead looking at Jiang Cheng and asked, "What are you here for today?"

Jiang Cheng seized the opportunity to mention the matter of the night school organizing a play.

After hearing, Director Sun asked an unrelated question.

"Are you Jiang Cheng?"

"Yes, your son Sun Jiandong is my classmate."

Jiang Cheng’s straightforwardness left a good impression on Director Sun.

He liked straightforwardness, disliked roundabout ways.

"I know you, my disappointing son seems to be changing so much that I barely recognize him lately."

Director Sun sighed, then quickly went to the topic and asked, "When did you become a translator?"

Jiang Cheng suddenly smiled, pointed to the translator certificate, and said, "Yesterday!"

The word ’yesterday’ was clear and bright.

Jiang Cheng was calm, Director Sun was slightly stunned, and the man with glasses reacted the most, slapping the table angrily and standing up.

"You—"

"Why are you slapping the table!"

The man with glasses had only said a word when Director Sun cut him off, instantly deflating his emotional outburst.

"Director! This is no joking matter; someone who got a translator certificate just yesterday and brags about being fluent in three languages is absolutely ridiculous!"

The man with glasses grew increasingly agitated, his face reddened.

"This equipment is acquired with great effort; it’s our only set, we can’t afford any mistakes, Director!"

He was truly not doing it for personal gain.

A big man looking aggrieved at the director, pleading with his eyes, "Director, for everything else, I’ll listen to you, but not this! The equipment is too precious, we can’t mess around!"

Director Sun understood the thoughts of the man with glasses, but didn’t agree; he was just asking.

Besides, if he really found a suitable translator, he wouldn’t be casting such a wide net.

The threshold at the Xinhua Bookstore had almost been worn down by him.

In the office, there was a moment of awkward silence.

"Folks, can I say a word?"

Jiang Cheng still smiled, showing no embarrassment.

She held up the translator certificate and said, "Comrade, although I can’t fully empathize with your precious regard for equipment, I am a genuine translator. My respect for translation is equal to your respect for the equipment."

"I never joke about translation; if I understand, I say I do, if I don’t, I won’t translate blindly, nor will I indulge in falsehoods."

"Besides, this is a translator certificate, not a machete! Just because I look at machines, they won’t break."

"You must have worked on the front lines for many years and have a deep understanding of machinery; if my translation is incorrect, you will be able to notice during actual operation."

Jiang Cheng’s calm and steady voice indeed alleviated the tense atmosphere in the office significantly.

Director Sun spoke first, "What Comrade Jiang said makes sense; we don’t have a better option right now. Even if we apply for a translator from above, they won’t come immediately, so we have to solve it ourselves if possible."

The man with glasses gradually cooled down his reddened face, taking a deep breath.

"Call Xinhua Bookstore and ask them to send a few translators."

He looked at Jiang Cheng, openly showing disdain, "Three common folks make up a Zhuge Liang."

Being watched, Jiang Cheng said with slight embarrassment, "It’s the first time someone’s praised me as Zhuge Liang."

Man with glasses: "..."

"Hahaha! Good, good! Comrade Jiang’s confidence is great, really great!"

Director Sun burst into laughter, Jiang Cheng unabashedly said, "It’s all the fault of my capability."

The man with glasses was rendered speechless by Jiang Cheng’s bravado.

Principal Wang sympathetically said, "You’ll get used to it, but what she boasts does come true."

The man with glasses tilted his head towards Principal Wang, who nodded earnestly, with an expression that seemed to say "Trust me, it’s true."

Next, Director Sun personally called Xinhua Bookstore.

At present, most translation work is obtained from Xinhua Bookstore; very few become resident translators there.

No need to clock in for work, just receive the translation content, and once the translation is deemed qualified, the fee can be collected.

After putting down the phone, Director Sun looked at several people and said, "We need to wait a bit, he has to find people."

Then Director Sun looked at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Do you have any other matters besides the play?"

Principal Wang reflexively looked at Jiang Cheng, who cheerfully stepped forward.

"Director Sun, if I can help with the translation this time, in exchange, could you also assist our night school?"

"Oh? Tell me more."