The former director of the toy factory, who accompanied the foreign investors on a tour, had only one thought in mind: Who exactly is Jiang Cheng!!!
After the tour, the Laine couple, accompanied by the foreign trade staff, left the toy factory, a family of three heading to a dinner party.
At the entrance, the former director stood with hands behind his back, face stern, watching the foreign trade vehicle depart.
As the vehicle moved further away, the former director immediately dropped his stern expression and urgently asked, "Who knows Jiang Cheng? Who exactly is this Jiang Cheng who’s been mentioned a few times?"
The people behind the former director either shook their heads or looked down; no one knew who Jiang Cheng was.
"None of you can be relied upon in crucial moments!"
"Everyone, move aside!"
The former director, a bit irritable, swung his arms and strode into the toy factory.
In the director’s office, the former director pondered for a moment before making his first call to foreign trade.
Since the Laine couple knew this Jiang Cheng, foreign trade must know too.
There were just too many people earlier for him to ask.
The call went through, and someone soon answered.
The former director identified himself and wanted to find the person in charge.
However, with too many orders signed recently, foreign trade was stretched thin.
The staff at the foreign trade side asked directly, "Director Yuan, the people you are looking for are all unavailable. Would you like to leave a message?"
All unavailable?
The former director’s brow furrowed a bit more deeply, and he asked tentatively, "Do you know Jiang Cheng?"
"Mr. Jiang!"
The other party exclaimed.
This exclamation contained joy, admiration, and respect.
The former director immediately asked:
"Do you know him?"
"I don’t know."
The calm three words came from the other side.
The former director blinked and gritted his teeth, feeling powerless and angry as if a slap couldn’t reach the cheek.
Don’t know?
Are you kidding me!
"My friend, the way you just said ’Mr. Jiang’ didn’t sound like you don’t know him. I urgently need to find him."
The opposite staff confidently responded, "I really don’t know."
Just happened to know there’s such a person!
Just that Jiang Cheng is avoiding Rose at the moment, so he’s unsure whether he should say it or not.
In times of uncertainty, it’s better not to say too much.
The staff carefully said, "You said Jiang Cheng, I said Mr. Jiang, no problem."
"Director Yuan, you should tell me why you are looking for Mr. Jiang, and I’ll report it for you."
Director Yuan was surely not stupid.
Although he didn’t understand all the twists and turns, something was certainly afoot here.
Finally, Director Yuan mentioned that the Laine couple had mentioned Jiang Cheng’s name several times during the tour.
He believed that if Jiang Cheng could get involved, the probability of the Laine couple investing would increase.
The staff listened and immediately gave the matter full attention.
"Please rest assured, Director Yuan, I will report it immediately."
Director Yuan wanted to ask a few more questions, but the other party was really busy and hung up.
Slamming his palm on the table after hanging up the phone, Director Yuan exclaimed.
"Damn it! Who on earth is it!"
*
At this time, Jiang Cheng, who was being thought about, was at the guesthouse — weaving door curtains.
Jiang Cheng had returned to the guesthouse alone.
As for Director Lu and Director Lian, they had gone to the plastic factory with Director Tang to deal with the plastic quota matters.
Jiang Cheng did not participate.
At the foreign trade guesthouse, Jiang Cheng was sitting on a little stool, with a pile of calendars and paperclips beside her.
Opposite her were two staff in their elder years from the guesthouse, one from the front desk, and one from housekeeping.
The three were winding strips of the calendar around the paperclips, which would then be joined together to form the door curtain.
They were extravagant enough to use paperclips, while others simply used wire, which was harder to wind.
Jiang Cheng quite enjoyed doing these kinds of tasks that required little thought.
While weaving the curtain, she casually chatted, feeling very at ease.
When Director Mu arrived, he saw this scene.



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