After Jiang Cheng successfully signed off on the order again, he brushed past Jack and Jas.
Jas spoke in a low voice, "Translator Jiang is impressive."
With just one sentence, Jas indicated he understood the tricks of Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng remained composed, turned to the side, and took a book out of his backpack.
"Thank you, Mr. Jas, for the complint. This is a gift I’d like to give to you. I hope you like it."
A book filled with the Thirty-Six Stratagems in Hua Xia characters was handed over to Jas.
"Hua Xia characters?"
With a confident smile filled with national pride, Jiang Cheng said, "That’s right, my skills amount to less than a tenth of what’s in the book."
Jas raised an eyebrow and replied with a light ’Oh’, and Jiang Cheng nodded politely, stepping back.
"I’ll take my leave first. It was a pleasure to et you, Mr. Jas."
Jiang Cheng left with a smile, catching up to Jack.
Jas stood still with the book in his hand, glanced down at it.
Less than a tenth?
He truly beca a bit intrigued.
Because Jiang Cheng’s professionalism doesn’t mirror that of a translator.
She could have taken advantage of Jack’s lack of acun to raise the price, but she deliberately chose not to.
Strangely enough, this approach made Jas feel much more comfortable.
The ability to push others, yet willing to step back when needed.
This step back is sothing not everyone can achieve.
Jas smiled with relief, stating, "Hua Xia indeed produces remarkable talents."
anwhile, Jiang Cheng, who had received Jas’s praise, caught up with Jack and continued to guide him around the venue.
While accompanying Jack, Jiang Cheng subtly inquired about what Jack intended to do with the fabrics he purchased.
Jack’s confused expression was clearly genuine; he didn’t know himself.
Throughout the exhibit, Jack was constrained by a single thought.
Which was not wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps, choosing a different path instead.
He wished that when people ntioned him, it would be just Jack, not Jack I’s son.
Noticing this, Jiang Cheng suggested, "I have an immature proposal, Mr. Jack, if you would care to hear it."
"Oh? Let’s hear it."
With an expression of humble gratitude, Jiang Cheng repeatedly thanked Jack for the opportunity.
"Jas plans to use the fabric to make clothes; he has his own production line, so the investnt isn’t too big."
"Why not make clothes too, Mr. Jack?"
Jack frowned upon hearing this.
"No, investing in a garnt factory isn’t sothing that can be done overnight, and building brand reputation isn’t sothing I can achieve instantly."
When Jiang Cheng was rejected, she suddenly understood.
"Mr. Jack is absolutely right; that was my naive thought."
"If not clothing, what else can be made from fabric?"
With a troubled expression, Jiang Cheng casually remarked, "The fabrics Mr. Jack bought are really nice; they would look great at ho."
The word "ho" triggered sothing in Jack.
His eyes lit up, saying, "Jiang, you’re absolutely right!"
"I can create ho décor! Blankets, cushions, sheets..."
Jack exclaid excitedly, "That’s it! We already have our own ho décor company."
Jack was utterly caught in his excitent, talking to himself continuously.
Jiang Cheng stayed quietly in the background.
She did indeed leverage Jack, but she also didn’t want Jack to lose money.
Only if Jack makes a profit will he think about coming back to Hua Xia next ti.
Win-win is the true winning.
Jack finally found the "wow" factor he was seeking and couldn’t wait to return and explore.
As a translator, Jiang Cheng saw Jack off from the trade hall before returning herself.
Returning, she then dined and chatted with the people at the translation departnt, expanding her network.
In the afternoon, Jiang Cheng was temporarily assigned to the trade hall broadcast station.
The primary tasks at the trade hall broadcast station involved announcing real-ti information, finding people, searching for lost items, and so on.
Although several multilingual staff mbers were stationed here, Jiang Cheng’s arrival effectively relieved several translators.
Because she was versatile.
In the broadcast hall, Jiang Cheng had just announced a piece of successful transaction news.
At the mont, she sat leisurely on a chair, enjoying the sound from the phonograph, playing music for the entire trade hall.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
A knock on the door sounded, and Xiao Lin, another staff mber in the broadcast hall, got up to open the door. A foreign elderly man with white hair smiled at her, clumsily saying "hello."
Xiao Lin quickly smiled back, replying with a hello and calling out to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng promptly stood up and greeted the white-haired foreign man at the door.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Hearing the familiar language, the white-haired man smiled gently, stating, "I lost an item and would like you to broadcast it."
"Alright."
Jiang Cheng agreed, inviting the white-haired foreigner to sit and asked for details.
"Could you please show your ID?"
"Alright."
The white-haired foreigner projected a harmonious yet fashionable aura, contrasting yet cohesive.
Jiang Cheng took the ID he handed over, and the nationality information on the photo sparked a person in her mind.
The great architectural designer, Mr. Todd.
Jiang Cheng looked down.
The na on the passport was indeed Todd Geller, confirming her thoughts.
"Mr. Todd, hello, I’m Translator Jiang Cheng. What item did you lose?"
"A notebook."
Todd regretfully explained, "I am a designer; I always carry a black palm-sized notebook with . It contains so of my ideas and thoughts."
"It’s really important to ."
Understanding imdiately, Jiang Cheng realized.
This small black notebook was equivalent to Todd’s design sketches.
Many tis, inspiration flashes by in an instant.
Undoubtedly, the notebook was of vital importance to Todd.
"How about this... Mr. Todd, you describe the appearance of the notebook, and I’ll sketch it, then post it outside."
"Of course, I’ll also help you broadcast it too."
"Additionally, I’ll inform each factory’s booth to have them help out as well."
Jiang Cheng listed three thods, all of which Mr. Todd gratefully appreciated.
"You’re welco, it’s our duty."
Not delaying any further, Jiang Cheng first proceeded with the broadcast.
To show sincerity, Jiang Cheng broadcasted in twelve different languages.
Among them, she repeated the Hua Xia language several tis.
"Hua Xia’s factory managers, this is Translator Jiang Cheng. Please do take the ti to help find it, I’d personally be very grateful."
Upon hearing Jiang Cheng’s na, the factories that weren’t very concerned suddenly took an interest.
Needless to say, the most popular figure at the trade fair was undoubtedly Jiang Cheng.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that several factory managers dread of Jiang Cheng’s na at night!
After Jiang Cheng broadcasted several tis, she sketched a three-dinsional image of a notebook under Todd’s description.
Once done, she personally copied several drawings and went out to post them herself.
With such efforts, it took less than half an hour before the notebook was found.
A factory manager rushed towards the broadcast station with the notebook in his hands, under the gaze of a crowd.
No one could stop him from eting Jiang, the ’God of Foreign Exchange’ Cheng!
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