After the two left, Lin Chengyuan no longer had the face to linger at the entrance.

Dragged away by his colleagues, he continued patrolling with a stomach full of resentment, taking every opportunity to slander Jiang Cheng in his words.

His fellow patrolmen, though laughing along on the surface, inwardly thought that Lin Chengyuan was a petty man.

Such a person couldn’t be trusted with their backs on the battlefield.

Although their security department didn’t go to war, they still carried live ammunition and had a degree of operational authority.

…

On the other side, Jiang Cheng and Principal Wang successfully found the factory director’s office, only to be stopped by the secretary outside.

Principal Wang instinctively glanced at Jiang Cheng, who remained composed and handed over an introduction letter.

This time, Principal Wang saw it clearly—it was an introduction letter from their night school, complete with their official seal.

His memory suddenly cleared up—he had indeed let Jiang Cheng use the stamp before.

Wait… Didn’t this girl stamp multiple sheets of paper?

Jiang Cheng’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Hello, this is Principal Wang from the night school. He’s here to discuss worker training programs with the factory director.”

The secretary knew Principal Wang, as their factory sent workers for training every year, but the director had not mentioned any such meeting today.

“Please wait a moment.”

The secretary didn’t make any assumptions. He stepped inside and returned in less than ten seconds.

“Apologies, the director is currently handling some matters. Perhaps you can come back another day?”

“That’s fine.”

Jiang Cheng agreed readily.

Principal Wang was surprised—it felt like things weren’t over yet.

Sure enough, Jiang Cheng reached into her bag again.

With a plop, a small green booklet fell to the ground, conveniently landing just inside the director’s door.

“Oh no, my translator’s certificate!”

Jiang Cheng quickly squatted down, picking it up with great care and patting off the dust.

Inside, the factory director, Director Sun, overheard the word “translator” and immediately spoke up.

“Xiao Zhang, let them in.”

Secretary Zhang quickly pushed open the half-closed door. Jiang Cheng stood up just in time, nodded politely, and said, “Hello.”

Director Sun wasn’t one for small talk and got straight to the point.

“You’re a translator?”

Jiang Cheng immediately straightened her posture and replied in a loud, confident voice, “Yes! I am currently a translator proficient in Japanese, Russian, and English.”

“Currently?”

A bespectacled man sitting opposite Director Sun frowned and asked with confusion.

Jiang Cheng answered without a hint of guilt, “That’s right. I firmly believe that with my intelligence, mastering three languages won’t be my limit!”

The bespectacled man furrowed his brows even more and immediately put on a displeased expression.

“Arrogant nonsense!”

“Director, someone like this could never be a good translator! Our equipment is too precious—if she makes a mistake in translation, we won’t get a second chance.”

Director Sun didn’t respond immediately but turned to Jiang Cheng instead.

“What brings you here today?”

Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to explain the night school’s plan to stage a play.

After hearing her out, Director Sun suddenly asked an unrelated question.

“You’re Jiang Cheng?”

“Yes, your son, Sun Jiandong, is my classmate.”

Jiang Cheng answered directly, earning a favorable impression from Director Sun.

He liked straightforward people and despised those who played mind games.

“I’ve heard of you. My good-for-nothing son has changed so much lately, I hardly recognize him.”

Director Sun sighed, then got back to the main topic.

“When did you become a translator?”

Jiang Cheng suddenly grinned, pointing to her translator’s certificate.

“Yesterday.”

Her “yesterday” was spoken loud and clear.

Director Sun was briefly stunned, while the bespectacled man reacted the most strongly—his palm slammed onto the table as he stood up in outrage.

“You—”

“What are you slamming the table for?!”

Before he could say more, Director Sun cut him off. The bespectacled man’s anger deflated in an instant.

“Director! This isn’t a joke! She just got her certificate yesterday, and she dares to claim proficiency in three languages? This is the biggest joke in the world!”

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, his whole face turning red.

“This equipment was obtained through great struggle, and we only have one set. We cannot afford any mistakes, Director!”

The bespectacled man was on the verge of tears—he truly wasn’t just speaking for himself.

A grown man, with a pleading look in his eyes, said desperately, “Director, I can compromise on anything else, but not this! The equipment is too valuable—we can’t take any risks!”

Director Sun understood his concerns but hadn’t agreed to anything yet—he was just asking questions.

Besides, if they could find a suitable translator, would he be casting such a wide net?

He had practically worn out the doorstep at the Xinhua Bookstore looking for one.

For a moment, the office was filled with an awkward silence.

Jiang Cheng still wore a relaxed smile.

“Comrades, may I say a few words?”

She raised her translator’s certificate.

“Comrade, while I may not be able to fully understand your deep appreciation for this equipment, I am a qualified translator. My respect for translation is just as profound as your respect for these machines.”

“I never treat translation as a joke. If I know it, I know it; if I don’t, I don’t. I would never make things up, nor would I ever falsify information.”

“Also, this is a translator’s certificate, not a battle axe! Just looking at the machines won’t break them.”

“You’ve worked on the front lines for many years and have a deep understanding of machinery. If my translation is incorrect, you would be able to tell during actual operations.”

Jiang Cheng’s calm and steady voice eased the tense atmosphere in the office.

Factory Director Sun was the first to speak. “Comrade Jiang makes a good point. Right now, we don’t have a better option. Even if we submit a request for an official translator, it won’t happen overnight. If we can solve this ourselves, we should.”

The bespectacled man, whose face had been flushed red with frustration, gradually cooled down. He took a deep breath and said, “Call Xinhua Bookstore and have them send a few translators over.”

Then, he shot Jiang Cheng a disdainful look. “Three cobblers are supposed to be as good as Zhuge Liang, huh?”

Jiang Cheng, looking slightly embarrassed, responded with a grin, “Well, this is the first time someone has compared me to Zhuge Liang.”

The bespectacled man: “…”

“Hahahaha! Good, good! Comrade Jiang, I like your confidence!”

Factory Director Sun burst into laughter, clearly amused. Jiang Cheng, ever shameless, responded, “It’s not confidence—it’s just the burden of being too capable.”

The bespectacled man was at a loss for words, dumbfounded by her audacity.

Principal Wang, standing to the side, nodded knowingly and said, “You’ll get used to it. The thing is, every wild claim she makes ends up coming true.”

The bespectacled man turned to look at Principal Wang, who gave him a serious nod, as if to say, Trust me on this one.

Factory Director Sun personally called Xinhua Bookstore.

At present, most translation work was outsourced through Xinhua Bookstore. Only a select few translators were permanent members there—they didn’t have to clock in every day but would pick up assignments, translate them, and receive payment upon approval.

After hanging up the phone, Factory Director Sun looked at the group and said, “We’ll need to wait a bit while they find someone.”

Then, he turned to Jiang Cheng. “Other than this play, is there anything else you need?”

Principal Wang instinctively glanced at Jiang Cheng, who stepped forward with a cheerful smile.

“Factory Director Sun, if I manage to help with this translation, could you do our night school a favor in return?”

“Oh? Let’s hear it.”