Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Facing Difficulties

Jiang Cheng sent Director Leng out, and when he turned around, he saw Shen Que leaning against the door, watching her.

She raised a smile and walked over. Shen Que extended his hand, and the two naturally held hands.

"Shall we take a walk?"

Shen Que asked, and Jiang Cheng nodded.

The two walked to the riverbank, under the drooping willows, strolling leisurely.

"Going abroad?"

"Mhm."

Jiang Cheng felt a bit guilty; she spent too much time outside.

Shen Que sensitively said, "Do you know how proud I am that you are my wife?"

"Oh? How proud?"

Jiang Cheng tilted her head and asked. Shen Que stopped, looking into her eyes.

"Overflowing, pouring out."

"And it’s a continuous overflow."

Shen Que brushed away Jiang Cheng’s hair on her forehead and gently said, "When I retired, the hardest part wasn’t my injured leg, but the thought of not being able to fight for my country on the frontline anymore."

"You’re the one who showed me there are many ways to fight for the country, you’re the one who helped me find another direction in life."

"So, never feel guilty; you are marching forward with a heavy burden on behalf of me and on behalf of countless others who want to do something."

Jiang Cheng felt a sourness in her nose, and she tried to look upward, not wanting her tears to fall.

"Silly girl."

Shen Que used his fingertips to wipe away the tears at Jiang Cheng’s eyes and changed the topic, saying, "Shall we go have tea?"

"Sure, I also want to eat tripe, and ’Rolling Donkey,’ and candied hawthorn too!"

"Alright, alright! I’ll buy all of them for you!"

Their voices faded into the distance, but the shadows behind them grew closer together, intertwining, indistinguishable from one another.

Jiang Cheng was going abroad again.

Before going abroad, many things had to be arranged properly.

First, things at the company needed to be arranged, then she had to get familiar with the delegation for this trip in advance.

On the third day of preparation, Jiang Cheng called Li Chunxiang over.

Li Chunxiang didn’t need to guess and directly asked, "All of it?"

"Yes! All of it."

Li Chunxiang nodded and went to prepare without saying a word.

When Jiang Cheng invited her to do this job, she had mentioned that her accounts were not easy to manage.

Because Jiang Cheng had too many things to do.

In five years, Jiang Cheng had donated everywhere, yet these charitable acts never deducted from her taxes.

As long as it was Jiang Cheng’s company, it paid taxes at the highest tier, never deducting.

The night before departure, Jiang Cheng returned home and did nothing, just quietly sitting next to Grandma Shen, watching her cook.

Grandma Shen knew Jiang Cheng too well.

The quieter she was, the harder the situation was this time.

As long as there’s one percent chance of winning, Jiang Cheng could flaunt it as if there’s ninety-nine percent.

But now, it seemed there wasn’t any chance at all.

Grandma Shen covered the pot, took a small stool, and sat beside Jiang Cheng.

"Even if you can’t win, you still have to go?"

"Mhm."

Grandma Shen nodded, her wrinkled yet warm hand holding Jiang Cheng’s, saying, "I understand, just like during the war, knowing it was certain death, yet one after another advanced."’

"And because of that, we have what we have today."

Jiang Cheng leaned on Grandma Shen’s shoulder, affectionately saying, "You’re really the most insightful one in my family."

"Of course, don’t forget who I am."

Grandma Shen, like a mother from childhood, held Jiang Cheng, her palms patting down rhythmically, gradually dispelling all the worries in Jiang Cheng’s heart.

In the evening, the family ate together.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng wanted to play mahjong, and naturally, everyone joined in without hesitation.

Because this equipment was one-of-a-kind, it was the key to Hua Xia approaching the threshold of aerospace.

Personal honor not surpassing national honor, endure as much as possible.

Right after Jiang Cheng said she understood, their suitcases were violently torn open.

One zipper visibly got yanked broken.

Once the suitcase was opened, the inspector used a stick to poke around inside, as if their stuff was contaminated with deadly bacteria.

"What’s this? Who would wear such clothes!"

"It’s really too dirty!"

They commented on each piece they picked, and after commenting, tossed the clothes on the ground, trampling them casually.

The people from Hua Xia watched, and watched again, but none of them were moved.

Even the youngest female assistant in the team internally remarked: Is this all?

Everyone knew the journey would be challenged; honestly, the scenarios played out in their minds were far more embarrassing.

Hua Xia’s calm response left their provocation utterly ineffective.

In contrast, they seemed like performing monkeys while Hua Xia was a hard-to-please audience.

No matter what the other side did, the Hua Xia personnel remained unmoved.

Because in the bag, there wasn’t anything important.

Other than a few worn clothes, there was nothing else.

Jiang Cheng only packed a box of clothes and two boxes of seemingly important documents.

In fact, the documents were homework books collected by Shen Yue from the children.

Jiang Cheng anticipated they would face difficulties, so preparing some material for the other side was expected.

As for the important documents, they were all in the minds of accompanying personnel.

Indeed, the team of sixteen wasn’t just anyone who could join.

They were all elites among elites.

Jiang Cheng had mentioned several times that she didn’t have a photographic memory; she wasn’t lying, but among the sixteen, there really was someone with a photographic memory.