"Yes, when we go back to China, we'll fly like this too." The five people they were talking about actually arrived in G.

Zhao Hao was listless; he was a little seasick, though not very noticeably.

The person in charge of receiving them was Zheng Guohui, one of Zhang Xingguo's subordinates, who was now the commander of the military region in this area. Zhang Shouyi originally wanted to arrange for government personnel to pick them up, but knowing that they were carrying too much cash, he ultimately ordered Zheng Guohui to come instead.

"Welcome, everyone. Let me introduce myself first. I am Zheng Guohui, from this military region. I have been ordered to receive you and escort you safely to the port of Q City."

Zhou Changrong approached first, extending his hand, "Hello, I am Zhou Changrong, please take care of me."

James and the other three also came over, introducing themselves in strange-sounding Mandarin, but Zheng Guohui actually understood them.

Finally, it was Zhao Haozheng's turn. "Hello, I'm Zhao Haozheng. Nice to meet you."

"Alright, let's rest here tonight and set off tomorrow. It should take at the latest four days. I'll take everyone to eat and rest first."

The accommodations arranged for them were former official residences, and they were very grand. The four foreigners were all a bit surprised. They all said that China was poor, but this house was too magnificent!

"You can choose your own rooms. That room has a shower. Dinner will be served in two hours. I won't disturb you any longer."

They exchanged a few polite words and then went into separate rooms.

Zhao Hao lay on the bed, not wanting to get up. He was thinking to himself, "Thank goodness I made it through. My dad is old; he must be suffering even more."

I lay down for a while, then got up. The shower room was already occupied, so I decided to shower last. The service was really good; someone even brought me hot water.

He fell asleep while lying down, but Zhou Changrong woke him up, "Haozheng, aren't you going to take a shower?"

"Go away, I'm still asleep. Uncle Zhou, you're not young anymore, how come you don't look tired?"

"Hehe, we often stay in the factory for several days at a time, and sometimes we have to work. Our physical strength is no worse than yours."

"That's true. You stay here, I'm going to take a shower. I haven't showered for the past few days, and I feel uncomfortable all over."

Zhou Changrong laughed, "Go quickly. Once you get back from here, you won't feel tired anymore."

When Zhao Hao came out, there were still twenty minutes until dinner was served. He originally wanted to do laundry, but seeing that the others hadn't done it, he decided against it. It would be too much trouble if the clothes weren't dry by tomorrow.

Dinner was quite plentiful: rice, braised pork, a steamed fish, and three stir-fried vegetables.

However, Zhao Haozheng's favorite is still scrambled eggs. His family usually boils eggs, but frying them in oil is also quite delicious, especially with chopped green onions added, which makes them even tastier.

The four foreigners didn't know how to use chopsticks, so Zheng Guohui ordered spoons to be brought to them. They were very satisfied. They especially enjoyed the braised pork, which they almost completely devoured.

Zheng Guohui was on a mission and of course wouldn't drink. He asked the others, and none of them drank either, so the meal was quick.

After dinner, everyone sat down to chat, with Zhao Hao and Zhou Changrong acting as translators. They had a very pleasant conversation.

Peter and his companions had a significantly changed perception of China.

They knew the two countries were at war, but they didn't see a trace of hostility in the eyes of the people here, and they were very polite to them.

When we arrived, we were worried that there might be danger here, but seeing how much importance they were being placed on this and that soldiers were being sent to protect them, we felt much more at ease.

Zheng Guohui stood up and said, "Alright, you guys go and rest too. We'll board the ship promptly at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Actually, he wanted to arrange for them to board at six o'clock, but he felt that they might not be able to adapt. Besides, even if he was in a hurry, it wouldn't make a difference of two hours, so he arranged for eight o'clock.

Six people were on consecutive flights, with no time to rest even during layovers. So they all fell asleep as soon as they lay down, and no one adjusted to the time difference. They were exhausted, and also worried. Who isn't praying while flying?

Zhao Hao woke up when he heard the noise outside. He glanced at his watch—wait, this was still foreign time. Listening carefully, he realized it was Peter and the others getting up.

There was no other way, so I got up and drew back the curtains. It was already broad daylight. I packed my things and the bed before going out to wash up.

"Uncle Zhou, have you adjusted your time yet?"

"It's been changed. I just asked about it. I overlooked it yesterday and only noticed it this morning."

Just as Zhao Hao had finished adjusting the time, a young soldier came over and told him it was time to eat.

Breakfast consisted of steamed buns, rice porridge, salted duck eggs, and pickled vegetables.

After everyone had eaten their fill, they boarded the large truck and set off.

Zhao Hao was wondering why Zhang Hongmei had invited the McCann family to do car business.

There really is great potential for development. My family is in the textile business. But seeing the quality of the fabric in the clothes here, I figured the textile factories couldn't be too bad.

"Uncle Zhou, I think we made the right choice coming here."

"Yes, that's what I think too. We're the first batch of people to return, and the country will definitely take care of us."

"Yes, and I think things will go very smoothly."

"Hehe, your intuition is pretty accurate, we all take your good wishes with a grain of salt."

Peter couldn't understand what they were saying, so Zhou Changrong translated for them.

Peter gave Zhao Hao a thumbs up!

It took about an hour of bumpy travel to reach the port.

Zheng Guohui jumped out of the car and stood on the shore. "Gentlemen, I'll take you this far. My deputy will escort you safely to Q City. I wish you all the best."

Zhao Hao was translating for the four of them. All six shook hands with Zheng Guohui to say goodbye.

They were escorted by ten people, along with the ship's crew.

The six men stood on the deck. "Zhao, I think this place is too poor."

Zhao Haozheng nodded. "Yes, it is poor, but I think Zhang Hongmei is right. In a few decades, this place will be very rich and prosperous, and we will be able to witness this miracle."

"Are you that confident?"

"I don't know much about this place, so I can't say I have confidence in it, but I have confidence in Zhang Hongmei."

"Yes, she was a legendary woman."

"Heh, Peter, you're giving her way too much credit, aren't you?"

"Not high, truly legendary."

"Hehe, I'll go back and tell her, she'll be very happy."

"Zhao, we'll need some time to adjust after you leave."

"Don't worry about that. Zhang Hongmei's brother is in charge of our foreign business, and he knows some foreign languages."