Orf is a weapons expert.
As long as Zhao Hanying can translate everything he says completely, the craftsmen under Commander Liu will be able to replicate Germany's most advanced weapon.
"Don't worry, everything is going smoothly. I have recorded and translated every word Mr. Orff has said these past few days. There won't be any mistakes."
Zhao Hanying's confidence stems from her overseas study experience.
It just so happens that she was minoring in German at the time. The reason was that everyone said German was the most difficult language, and she liked things that were challenging.
Later, she achieved a good score in her German exam.
Although she only knows some basic greetings now, she can look up professional terms in the dictionary on the spot.
Information is no longer as limited as it used to be. After accepting the task, Zhao Hanying immediately asked someone to buy her a dictionary that translates between Chinese and German, as well as many German books.
So far, she believes that there are no problems communicating with Orff.
She translated all of Orff's dictations and sent them to the factory, where they were put into production based on the drawings and his dictations.
Just two days ago, the latest batch of guns put into production was delivered to the Marshal's Mansion.
Liu Dashuai tried it out and was very satisfied. Overjoyed, he immediately gave the position of chief translator to Zhao Hanying, the youngest member of the translation team.
Currently, Zhao Hanying is the most prominent figure among the vast warlords.
This has led to Zhang Jisheng being somewhat restless lately.
Because Zhao Hanying was given an important position, he vaguely heard many comments in the military camp saying that he was not good enough for Zhao Hanying.
These words wouldn't have worried him too much.
But at this time, Zhao Hanying's attitude towards him was inconsistent, sometimes close and sometimes distant.
The news of their impending marriage had spread like wildfire, but Zhang Jisheng's soldiers told him that they had seen Zhao Hanying secretly meeting up with another major general for dinner and a movie.
Zhang Jisheng was seething with anger and wanted to get to the bottom of things, but Zhao Hanying had been staying at the Marshal's Mansion all this time, spending her days and nights with those engineers, supposedly to research a new and improved weapon.
This research took almost a month, and it wasn't until today that Zhang Jisheng finally met Zhao Hanying.
Taking advantage of a lull in their schedule, Zhang Jisheng grabbed Zhao Hanying's wrist.
"Han Ying, when are you coming home?"
Zhao Hanying frowned as she looked at him.
"Let's talk about it after you're done. What are you doing? There are so many people watching."
Zhang Jisheng glanced around and said with dissatisfaction.
"So what if they see? Everyone here knows our relationship. What's there to be afraid of?"
Zhao Hanying kept a straight face. For some reason, she felt that Chairman Jiang, who was not far away, was glancing at her location from time to time.
She and Zhang Jisheng stood at the door, with no one else around. Zhao Hanying was almost certain that Jiang Beilou was looking at her alone.
Why is he looking at me?
Zhao Hanying was restless and couldn't help but let her mind wander. Her heart started pounding and even her breathing became a little erratic.
"Stop pulling and tugging. This is business. What will people think of us if we act like this? Being affectionate in public?"
Upon hearing Zhao Hanying's words, Zhang Jisheng reluctantly let go of her hand.
"I'll be waiting for you to come back tonight."
Anyway, there was nothing else to do after the birthday banquet for Commander Liu's mother, so Zhao Hanying had no reason not to go back.
Originally, Zhao Hanying only wanted to leave him out for a few days so that he could reflect on what mistakes he had made during this period.
She had originally planned to go back with Zhang Jisheng after the birthday banquet, but now she was inexplicably not in such a hurry to go back.
"Alright, we'll talk about it later. I need to go help the commander-in-chief greet the foreign guests."
Marshal Liu did indeed instruct her to take good care of the foreign guests to prevent the servants in the house from not serving them properly.
Zhao Hanying originally disdained doing such things, but now she thought that if she could establish some connections with these foreign guests, it might be helpful for her future prospects.
So Zhao Hanying urged Zhang Jisheng to hurry up and go outside to keep watch, and then she turned around and went into the front hall.
Many foreign guests are sitting in the garden watching a play.
Jiang Beilou sat there, a cigarette between his fingers, chatting with the foreigner next to him while listening to the opera on stage. A lazy, casual smile graced his refined and handsome face.
Just then, a female voice came from behind.
Jiang Beilou glanced sideways and noticed that a woman had sat down next to him at some point.
"Mr. Slaughter is interested in our country's opera? Would you mind if I introduced you to the performance on stage now?"
The foreign guest was trying his best to strike up a conversation with Jiang Beilou, and finally found a topic that Jiang Beilou was interested in: domestic opera. But before they could even exchange two sentences, a strange woman interrupted them.
The foreign guests were dissatisfied, but they couldn't show it in front of so many people, so they could only reluctantly accept that the woman had joined their conversation.
So Zhao Hanying then began to give a long talk to this foreigner who had absolutely no interest in opera, sharing her insights on opera.
The foreigner would occasionally force a smile and say a few words in response.
As the song "Xue Pinggui Returns Home" on stage reached the part about the couple's reunion after eighteen years, Jiang Beilou squinted his eyes and tapped his index finger, adorned with a jade thumb ring, rhythmically on the table. Just then, Zhao Hanying behind him suddenly turned to him and asked him in English.
"President Jiang, in your opinion, who is the best singer in BH City right now?"
Jiang Beilou slowly opened his eyes and said without turning his head.
"Xi Chunhua's singing skills are exceptional."
“Xi Chunhua? You think so too, I also think his singing is the best, truly a masterpiece of Jiangnan.”
After he finished speaking, he received no response for a long time.
Zhao Hanying smiled slightly, a little embarrassed, and continued.
"President Jiang enjoys watching plays, and I happen to have two opera excerpts here, both of which are about Xi Chunhua. You can go see them with Mr. Slaughter."
This opera script was given to her by another major general. Zhao Hanying had been thinking about whether to go see it with him, and now it came in handy.
Before Jiang Beilou could speak, the foreign guest couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"If Chairman Jiang wants to hear someone perform, he doesn't need to go to the theater. The theater will be set up right in front of his house."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hanying's smile became somewhat restrained and shy.
"I'm sorry, I see. I'm very sorry, I made a fool of myself."
Jiang Beilou's lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Thank you, but no need. I'll keep it for myself and watch it with my boyfriend."
(End of this chapter)
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