Shen Que returned to the hospital.
After returning to the hospital, he unexpectedly requested Director Lian to give him a check-up.
Shen Que’s words immediately startled Director Lian, turning his face pale!
"What’s wrong? Heart discomfort?"
"It can’t be, right? I remember all the shrapnel was removed. Did I miss something?"
Amidst Director Lian’s self-doubt, Shen Que was pushed to undergo a series of examinations.
*
On the other side, Jiang Cheng returned to the hotel, but the group of foreigners hadn’t gotten up yet.
However, Director Leng and others were up, and Jiang Cheng asked Director Leng for leave, saying she needed to go out to make a call.
Director Leng said, "There’s a phone right here."
Jiang Cheng, of course, knew there was a phone here, she just didn’t want others to hear what she had to say.
"That won’t do, how can I take advantage of the state! I’ll go to the post office to make a call and pay whatever it costs."
Jiang Cheng spoke with righteous indignation, but Director Leng believed her only to a limited extent.
Still, he did not stop her, but only asked Jiang Cheng to wait for a moment as he had something to say.
"The railway will require at least three days to be repaired. Although the roadways are an option, many roads heading north are also destroyed, making it difficult and dangerous to travel. The best approach is to stay here for a few days."
"See if you can calm the foreigners down and prevent them from causing trouble."
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and asked, "Can I take them out for a stroll?"
"You can, as long as you report it."
Jiang Cheng agreed understandingly and turned to head to the post office.
Jiang Cheng quickly located the post office and handed a box of cigarettes to the old man guarding the phone there.
"Sir, would you like to take a break and have a cigarette?"
The old man instantly understood and lit a cigarette, moving a little away, able to see the phone but unable to overhear the conversation.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng promptly dialed the S City Textile Factory’s number.
"Hello, this is the First Textile Factory of S City."
"Secretary Feng, it’s Jiang Cheng."
Secretary Feng was momentarily surprised before inquiring what business Jiang Cheng had.
"Secretary Feng, I happened to meet Director Leng from foreign trade in the provincial capital. During our conversation, some textile matters came up, and I mentioned Factory Director Fang. Now I’m feeling uneasy and would like to consult Factory Director Fang on some issues."
Though Secretary Feng was not as shrewd as Jiang Cheng, he certainly wasn’t a fool.
Foreign trade, Director Leng.
"Mr. Jiang, please hold on, I’ll ask Factory Director Fang."
"Okay, thank you very much, Secretary Feng."
Under a minute later, Factory Director Fang himself came to the phone.
"Jiang Cheng, you met people from foreign trade? What’s going on?"
Jiang Cheng didn’t waste time.
"Factory Director Fang, I happened to be serving as a translator for a group of foreigners brought by Director Leng. One of the female foreign guests is very interested in our factory’s fabrics."
On the other side, Factory Director Fang stood up abruptly, loudly asking, "What? A foreign guest is interested in our fabrics?"
How come that sounds so implausible?
"Yes, I pieced together a wallet with scraps of fabric, and a pattern on one small scrap attracted the foreign guest. She liked it a lot, and I mentioned that we have a lot more like it."
"It’s just a pity..."
At this point, Jiang Cheng stopped speaking, which made Factory Director Fang anxious.
"Do tell! What’s the pity?"
On the other end, Jiang Cheng displayed a cunning smile, saying, "It’s a pity that they can’t see the real material. I think if they could see it, they would probably purchase a batch, and our textile factory could earn foreign exchange."



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