Quick wear: I kill the male and female protagonists 48 hours a day.

Orff is a weapons expert.

As long as Zhao Hanying can fully translate everything he said, the craftsmen under Marshal Liu can reproduce Germany's most advanced weapons.

"Don't worry, everything is going smoothly now. I have completely recorded and translated every word Mr. Orff said these days. There will be no mistakes."

Zhao Hanying’s confidence stems from her experience studying abroad.

It happened that she was majoring in German at the time. The reason was because everyone said that German was the most difficult, and she liked challenging things.

Later, in her graduation exam, she got good marks in German.

Although she only knows the most basic communication and greetings now, she can look up professional vocabulary in the dictionary on the spot.

The news is no longer as closed as before. After taking this task, Zhao Hanying immediately asked someone to buy her a dictionary of Chinese-German translation, as well as many German books.

So so far, she thinks there is no problem in communicating with Orff.

All of Orff's dictation was translated by her and sent to the factory, which was put into production based on the drawings and dictation.

Just two days ago, the latest guns put into production were delivered to the Marshal's Mansion.

Marshal Liu tried it out and was very satisfied. He was overjoyed and directly gave the position of chief translator to Zhao Hanying, the youngest member of the translation team.

Nowadays, Zhao Hanying is unparalleled among the huge warlords.

This has also caused Zhang Jisheng to be a little uneasy recently.

Because Zhao Hanying was reused, at this moment he vaguely heard many comments in the military camp that he was not worthy of Zhao Hanying.

Originally, this wouldn't have worried him too much.

But at this time, Zhao Hanying's attitude towards him was alternately distant and distant.

The news that the two were going to get married spread out like wildfire, but Zhang Jisheng's soldiers told him that they saw Zhao Hanying secretly making an appointment with another major general to have dinner and watch a movie.

Zhang Jisheng held his breath in his heart and wanted to ask clearly, but Zhao Hanying has been living in the Marshal's house for a while now, staying with the engineers day and night. It is said that he is studying a new and improved weapon.

This research lasted for a month, and it was not until today that Zhang Jisheng finally met Zhao Hanying.

Taking advantage of the less busy moment, Zhang Jisheng grabbed Zhao Hanying's wrist.

"Hanying, when will you go home?"

Zhao Hanying frowned and looked at him.

"Let's talk about it after you're done. What are you doing? There are so many people watching."

Zhang Jisheng looked around and said dissatisfied.

"So what if you see it? Who here doesn't know about our relationship? What is there to be afraid of?"

Zhao Hanying had a sullen face. She didn't know why, but she always felt that President Jiang not far away was looking at her location from time to time.

She and Zhang Jisheng were standing at the door, with no one else around. Zhao Hanying was almost certain that Jiangbei Tower was looking at only her.

Why is he looking at himself?

Zhao Hanying was restless and couldn't help but think wildly. Her heart was beating wildly and even her breathing was a little disordered.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's business now. What will people think of us like this? Being intimate regardless of the occasion?"

As soon as Zhao Hanying said this, Zhang Jisheng reluctantly let go of his hand.

"I'll wait for you to come back tonight."

Anyway, after Dashuai Liu's mother's birthday party was over, there was nothing to do, so Zhao Hanying had no reason not to go back. Originally, Zhao Hanying just wanted to leave him alone for a few days and let him reflect on what he had done wrong during this period.

She originally planned to follow Zhang Jisheng back after the birthday banquet, but now she is inexplicably not so anxious to go back.

"Okay, let's talk about it later. I have to help the commander greet the foreign guests."

Marshal Liu did ask her to help greet foreign guests to prevent the servants at home from being inattentive.

Originally, Zhao Hanying disdained doing these things, but now she thought about it, if she could establish some relationships with these foreign guests, it might be helpful to her future future.

So Zhao Hanying urged Zhang Jisheng to go outside and wait, and then turned and walked into the front hall.

Many foreign guests were sitting in the garden watching the show.

Jiang Beilou was also sitting there, holding a cigarette in one hand, chatting with the foreigners next to him while listening to the drama on the stage, with a lazy and casual smile on his elegant and handsome face.

At this moment, a female voice came from behind.

Jiang Beilou glanced sideways, and he didn't know when a woman sat next to him.

"Mr. Slaughter is interested in our country's opera? Do you mind if I introduce to you what is being performed on the stage at this time?"

The foreign guest was preoccupied with striking up a conversation with Jiang Beilou, but finally found a topic that Jiang Beilou was interested in, which was domestic opera. However, before he could even talk for a few words, he was interrupted by an inexplicable woman.

The foreign guests were dissatisfied, but it was hard to get angry in front of so many people, so they could only reluctantly accept that this woman joined their chat.

So Zhao Hanying then began to talk at length about her views on opera with this foreigner who had no interest in opera at all.

Occasionally, foreigners would forcefully smile and say a few words.

The song "Xue Pinggui Returns Home" on the stage had just reached the part where the husband and wife reunited after eighteen years. Jiang Beilou squinted his eyes and tapped his index finger on the table leisurely and rhythmically with a jade ring. Then at this moment, Zhao Hanying behind him suddenly turned to him and asked him in English.

"President Jiang, who do you think has the best singing skills in our BH city right now?"

Jiang Beilou slowly opened his eyes without looking back.

"Xichunhua's singing skills are outstanding."

"Xichunhua? You think the same thing as me. I also think his singing skills are the best and can be regarded as the best in the south of the Yangtze River."

After saying that, he didn't get a response for a long time.

Zhao Hanying pursed her lips and smiled slightly awkwardly, then continued.

"President Jiang likes to go to the theater. I happen to have two play excerpts here, which happen to be the play of Xichunhua. You can go and see it with Mr. Slaughter."

This playbook was given to her by another major general. Zhao Hanying was still thinking about whether to watch it with him, but now it comes in handy.

Before Jiang Beilou said anything, the foreign guest couldn't help laughing.

"If President Jiang wants to hear whoever sings an opera, he doesn't need to go to the theater to see it. The theater will be set up directly in front of the president's house."

When Zhao Hanying heard this, her smile was a little reserved and shy.

"Sorry, that's what happened. I'm very sorry. It was me who made a fool of myself."

The corners of Jiang Beilou's lips curled up, and the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Thank you, but no, just keep it to yourself and watch it with your boyfriend."

(End of this chapter)