Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Hua Ying

"...The chances of squeezing Hua Chundong to death are probably ninety-nine percent..."

As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Principal Wang raised his hand high.

"I can vouch for it!"

"That kid Shen’s fists are huge, like a casserole!"

"Exactly! That time he killed a stupid deer, he ripped it open with his bare hands, didn’t even use a knife."

Manager Guo exaggeratedly and vividly described Shen’s act of hand-ripping the stupid deer, scaring Hua Chundong almost to the point of wetting himself.

"Uncle—it’s all your fault!"

Hua Chundong shouted, nearly causing Manager Hua to faint from anger.

"No! How could I harm you? I’m counting on you to take care of me in my old age!"

"You’re Uncle’s son, after all!"

Hua Chundong cried like a drama king, yet Manager Hua both believed him and felt sorry for him.

The two grown men, one comforting, the other fidgeting awkwardly, made the others in the room shiver with disgust.

"Lao Guo, I’m getting goosebumps all over."

Manager Guo glanced at Manager Qu.

"If you rub them all over the floor, it’ll be called ’wen.’"

"Time for a bath!"

Manager Qu stopped rubbing his arm abruptly, his teeth on edge, wanting to bite something.

Jiang Cheng, being one of the main characters, had no time to watch two grown men nauseate each other.

"Hua Chundong, still want to marry me? My abilities are only at ten percent of their potential."

"I’m smart, have a great memory, and if anyone bullies me, I can’t sleep until I’ve gotten back at them."

"Maybe I can’t beat you, but that’s ok, even tigers nap sometimes, sharpening my knife at night doesn’t take much effort."

"If that doesn’t work, I have a signature dish — rat poison boiled in porridge; taste it once, you’ll never taste it again."

Jiang Cheng spewed a string of witty remarks, insinuating to Hua Chundong: can’t kill you during the day, but can’t at night either? Can’t poison you at dinner?

Hua Chundong, the coward, was scared to tears.

Manager Hua was furious.

"Jiang Cheng! Enough!"

"Do you want to get translation jobs in the future or not?"

Jiang Cheng suddenly laughed.

"Threatening me?"

"Do you think without the Xinhua Bookstore translation work, I’d go hungry?"

With a snap, Jiang Cheng planted one foot on a chair, full of defiance.

"Manager Hua, you should get out more often, gather some information about my reputation."

"Don’t lock yourself in and let your brain rust, treating a salted vegetable stalk as a treasure, makes you look foolish."

As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Manager Guo stepped forward looking more serious than ever.

"Manager Hua, Jiang Cheng is a specially appointed translator at our bookstore, certified in five languages as a senior translator; your selfish decision won’t be agreed upon by anyone."

"Do you realize how many translation jobs will be delayed because of your decision?"

"At a time when the country desperately needs translators, you are so selfish! You are unworthy of being a cadre."

Manager Qu stood silently behind Manager Guo, physically expressing his support.

They can argue and compete, but they must not delay the country’s needs.

This is their bottom line.

Manager Hua was left speechless.

He understood, but was too obsessed with passing on his family line and having someone take care of him after he died.

"I—you all—just leave, today’s incident was poorly handled by me."

Manager Hua waved awkwardly and helplessly.

Jiang Cheng lowered the foot she had on the chair; she had fought and cursed, no losses.

"Let’s go!"

Jiang Cheng spoke, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Wait a moment."

The woman who had been watching from the kitchen came out, carrying unopened fruit cans, malted milk, and a bag of fruit.

It was the gift Jiang Cheng and the others brought.

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