Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire Chapter 52: Know Yourself and Know Your Enemy

Manager Guo was mumbling, and the surrounding people heard it clearly, each with their own evaluations.

Principal Wang: Standard operation.

Man with glasses: So she really is that impressive!

Zhao Chengde: Truly very Jiang Cheng.

Director Sun: A real talent!

anwhile, Jiang Cheng, the center of the conversation, completely blocked out her surroundings.

The others glanced at Jiang Cheng and saw her focused and ticulous, her speed at sorting through docunts astonishingly fast; she never looked around aimlessly or needed to check a dictionary.

Jiang Cheng’s concentration made others embarrassed to lose focus and imdiately devote themselves to their work.

An hour later, Jiang Cheng looked up for the first ti and even stood up.

The others in the workshop imdiately turned to Jiang Cheng, subconsciously waiting for her to speak.

"Everyone, I’ve discovered a pattern."

Jiang Cheng didn’t mince words, holding the valid docunts she had sifted through in her hand.

"The docunts about the production line are different from the other mixed-in papers. They’re slightly heavier, and their writing format is different."

"Look, everyone..."

Jiang Cheng beckoned, and the others quickly gathered around.

"The letter E in production line docunts is always written this way, whereas in other docunts, it’s like this. And the segntation thod..."

"The person who wrote this likes to use separators and doesn’t like paragraphs to exceed five lines."

...

With each point Jiang Cheng made, she noted it down on a paper with a pen.

What she said was well-founded, not shooting aimlessly.

"Director Sun, find trustworthy people with a basic cultural background to help. We’ll first sort them roughly according to these patterns, then our team will further categorize them."

"I’ll be responsible for filling in the gaps and reviewing all remaining docunts."

"How about it?"

What could Director Sun say? It was feasible!

He liked people who not only raised problems but also solved them!

The more he looked, the more he liked her. Why couldn’t she be part of their machinery plant?

Director Sun imdiately called Secretary Zhang to make arrangents, but Jiang Cheng added one more thing.

"Secretary Zhang, I have a conflict with Lin Chengyuan from the machinery plant. I hope he doesn’t co."

"I’m naturally petty. I don’t want to test the issue between him and . If soone hides a sheet, the entire equipnt operation might have a problem, so I prefer to nip it in the bud."

Secretary Zhang looked at Director Sun, who nodded prudently and said, "Listen to Jiang Cheng, and about the selection of people... I’ll go with you."

Ms. Jiang Cheng’s words made perfect sense.

As for Lin Chengyuan, it’s not important!

After Director Sun and Secretary Zhang left, Jiang Cheng asked the man with glasses to bring a board.

She wrote down the detailed points from earlier on the board with chalk and posted paper next to it as examples.

With the concerted efforts of a few people, the entire workshop was divided into three areas.

The initial area, for the first step of screening.

The reevaluation area, temporarily led by Principal Wang, for another check.

The review area, composed of a few translators, for final review.

As the mobile personnel, Jiang Cheng was responsible for screening the docunts filtered out in the first round.

"Jiang Cheng, the ti you spend rereading isn’t it the sa as when we did it together before?"

Zhao Chengde didn’t understand, and Jiang Cheng didn’t explain, but mysteriously said, "You’ll know when the ti cos."

Soon, the people Director Sun found were in position.

Conveyor belt-style translation and proofreading began.

The three areas operated normally. Jiang Cheng, as the only mobile personnel, patrolled a few laps and felt that the thod was correct, so she began to focus on the first area.

A chair, a person.

Divided one area into two.

A mountain of useless docunts piled up on Jiang Cheng’s left.

Her right side was empty, with numbers one to seven written on the ground, and two helpers she selected standing next to it.

In front of her was a box where she planned to place production line docunts that slipped through the net.

Jiang Cheng began.

Left hand took a paper, eyes scanned, right hand accepted.

"Three."

After she spoke, a helper quickly placed the paper on the ground marked three.

Left hand took, eyes scanned, right hand accepted, mouth uttered numbers.

"Four."

"Five."

"Seven."

...

The whole process took at most two seconds, so even only one second or less.

Jiang Cheng was like the most efficient robot, unmoved despite the chaos outside, with eyes only for her work.

The two helpers next to her began to wear out physically as they worked.

Director Sun imdiately arranged for two people to replace them. Four helpers rotated at Jiang Cheng’s station, yet still, it was a frenzy.

The only constant was Jiang Cheng; she seed not to know fatigue or thirst.

Three hours later, work paused in that area.

By now, it was already 9:30 PM, and everyone decided to continue the next day.

Only Jiang Cheng was absorbed in another world, completely unaware of the passing ti.

Principal Wang, with so compassion, said, "Such focus is not sothing the average person can have."

"Indeed."

Director Sun also expressed his strong feelings.

Nonetheless, rest was still needed.

Director Sun approached and called Jiang Cheng; it took three calls for her to respond.

"Put it down. Go ho and rest well. Co back tomorrow. I’ve arranged with the scrap station director to borrow you for a few days."

Jiang Cheng maintained her position and, for the first ti, showed a silly smile and said, "I’m stuck, can’t move."

The mont she spoke, a few young girls with shallow tears wanted to cry.

Director Sun called a few girls over to help Jiang Cheng move a bit.

"Ouch—slowly, slowly—"

Jiang Cheng felt as if countless ants were gnawing on her limbs and bones; the sour feeling made her call out twice unconsciously.

The others, under Director Sun’s arrangents, left first, while Jiang Cheng lingered in the workshop for nearly half an hour.

She still didn’t want to waste this half hour.

Unable to use her hands, she borrowed others’.

Director Sun gloriously beca the tool for this.

Finally, when Jiang Cheng felt better, she carefully instructed, "Director Sun, could you sort the files I categorized, so when the production line translation is complete, I can have a good look at these docunts."

Director Sun imdiately agreed but asked, "What do you want to see these for?"

"Know yourself and others, and you’ll win a hundred battles."

Jiang Cheng stood up and continued, "Even though it’s docunts they mixed in as fillers, they aren’t just random characters; as long as there’s text, it holds a certain aning."

After she finished, regardless of the shock she brought to the people present,

She quickly resud her thick-skinned vigor, smiling broadly at Director Sun, asked, "Director Sun, since you’ve seconded for translation, I’ll co in early tomorrow."

"Great! Thank you."

Jiang Cheng grinned, showing her pearly whites, and cheerfully said, "You’re welco, since you’re covering my three als plus a night snack, I surely can’t let you down."