Jiang Ci was quite busy upon arriving in New York. Not long after putting her suitcase in her single room, she had to hand over her work to her colleagues who were about to return to China.
Every day is filled with either small meetings or large meetings.
After two days of adjustment, Jiang Ci quickly got used to the rhythm.
The delegation of more than sixty people became a precision machine that never stopped running, and basically never had a break.
At this point, Jiang Ci, as a person with excellent energy and quick and active thinking, showed a considerable advantage.
The minister made the right decision to send someone with such extensive negotiation experience to New York City. In less than three months, Jiangci, who had taken over the work completely, became one of the mainstays of the delegation.
Jiangci's news could reach Beijing through various newspapers and news outlets, but it would be extremely difficult for Jiangci to find out about an ordinary, still-developing television factory in Beijing.
She and Zhou Mingli could only talk twice a month, each time for no more than ten minutes. Once, during an overseas call, the call was even transferred to a human.
At this time of year, Jiangci feels an overwhelming longing for the convenience of the internet thirty years from now.
The food in New York was really not very good. The seasonings and spices that Cheng Huasheng and Zhou Mingli prepared for her were practically a lifesaver for their delegation. Every two weeks, during their breaks, Jiang Ci's colleagues would willingly help her with extra chores, just for that taste of her hometown in Beijing.
"The Chinese New Year is approaching. The delegation will be able to send their items back to China together. The council members have a meeting today, so everyone should remember to prepare the items to be sent back to China tonight."
"We will inspect all the items that everyone sends back to China."
The administrators announced today's schedule during the morning meeting.
Jiang Ci was taking a break from her busy schedule to learn Arabic when she heard this and looked up to see the others cheering.
A relaxed smile appeared on her face.
After arriving here, the administrative staff said that they would send things to Beijing at fixed times, but not often, only once or twice a year.
During my break, I also visited New York City and bought some things.
This is perfect, we can send it back directly.
Do we have a holiday for Chinese New Year?
"At least let us eat our New Year's Eve dinner in Chinatown, right? I've been craving the food from my hometown for so long."
"What's the rush? There's still some time before the Lunar New Year. Everyone should just go about their business. Whether or not there will be a holiday will be arranged later!"
The administrators left right after saying that, without giving a specific holiday date.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Jiang Ci, has the speech for this council meeting been revised?"
Jiang Ci handed the folder to the Foreign Minister and said, "It's all fixed."
"It seems we're going to have another argument involving Hong Kong and Country Y. Henry is an old friend of yours, so you'll be sitting in the second seat today."
Jiang Ci did not refuse. As soon as the proposal was put forward at the conference, the foreign minister and the ambassador of Y country started arguing, exchanging witty remarks.
Before Jiang Ci came to New York, she had been involved in issues in Hong Kong, so she had some experience.
Jiangci understands the importance of holding large meetings for small matters and small meetings for big matters.
After finishing work, Jiang Ci declined her colleague's invitation to eat at a white restaurant, returned to her single room to pack the letters she wanted to send home and the things she had bought, and then went to the administrative area.
The administrators were extremely surprised when they saw it. "Counselor Jiang packed up so quickly?!"
Jiang Ci opened the bag. "It mainly contains some letters and some landscape photos I took. There's nothing else."
The administrators went over to take a look.
Some of the letters were addressed to Cheng Yehan, Li Ailian, Tao Susu, and Zhou Huai, but the vast majority were addressed to Zhou Mingli.
There are so many thick ones.
After reviewing the documents and finding no issues, the administrators then checked the landscape photos taken by Jiangci and the items he had purchased.
He felt embarrassed when the administrative staff looked through the deputy counselor's things, as he felt he was invading someone's privacy.
After he finished inspecting them, he explained, "Please forgive us, Counselor Jiang, but the people in New York will have to go through these things again after we've checked them."
"I understand, thank you for your hard work." Jiang Ci nodded understandingly. "Can I make a phone call now?"
The administrator looked around and said, "Yes, there's no one here right now."
"good."
Jiang Ci wrote her name in the notebook beside her.
She doesn't call as often anymore; some of her colleagues call four or five times a month.
After waiting patiently for nearly half an hour, the call was finally answered.
"Jiang porcelain?"
The phone call had a significant delay; it took several seconds for a single sentence to reach Jiang Ci's ears.
Zhou Mingli answered the call; it was only five in the morning on his end.
The faint crackling of electricity carried his voice to Jiang Ci's ears, making it sound distant and unreal.
Jiang Ci replied in a light tone, "It's me. The delegation will send back a batch of things tomorrow. I also sent back some letters and things. You need to keep an eye on the postman these few days."
After a while, Zhou Mingli's voice finally rang out, "Okay, it's very cold in New York now, so be careful not to catch a cold and remember to wear more clothes. Everything is fine at home. Yangyang, Miaomiao, and Zheyue are already on winter vacation, and they go out to sell things together every day. The TV factory has been doing well these past two months, and I've introduced another production line. Also, Jiang Ci, I miss you very much."
He spoke at length.
Jiang Ci smiled, her eyes crinkling. For some reason, she felt a bittersweet ache in her heart, as if his words had filled her completely.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling that her heart wasn't as hard as it used to be.
"Zhou Mingli, I miss you too."
"Special, very..."
Jiang Ci hadn't finished speaking when the transoceanic call was abruptly disconnected due to poor signal.
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