Chapter 258: The Belated Package

Lu Cheng picked up the foot‑wiping towel by the bedside: "It's still ten days away, no rush."

Lin Qingyan wasn't so reassured; she felt that if she couldn't help Lu Cheng, she'd be very guilty.

Thinking of how much Lu Cheng had helped her, taking risks on every matter, Lin Qingyan only felt that she hadn't done her best.

"But there's still ten days until a month passes; if it really doesn't work, I'll go to West Germany again."

Lu Cheng propped one foot on his leg and began wiping; he completely disagreed with Lin Qingyan's plan—first, a round‑trip to West Germany would already consume a month, and it would still be too late.

Moreover, if even Heidi couldn't do it, Lin Qingyan, as an outsider, would find it even harder.

Of course Lin Qingyan was worried about that, and Lu Cheng felt a bit moved.

"It doesn't matter; even without those Journals, the snow‑plow development will go on as usual."

"I just…"

Lu Cheng tossed the towel and unintentionally raised his voice.

"Look at you, I told you not to rush, yet you keep being stubborn. Do all young ladies like you have a single‑minded streak?"

Lin Qingyan suddenly felt uneasy, lowered her head: "Don't scold me, okay? I… I just want to do something for you."

Seeing Lin Qingyan's aggrieved expression, and knowing her parents weren't around, Lu Cheng sighed helplessly.

"I'm not scolding you. You're now working at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; you must stay composed at all times, especially when dealing with foreign friends. Even if you're anxious inside, you must appear calm and poised. Remember, sometimes you represent the whole nation's image and must project a great‑power bearing—never panic and be looked down upon by others."

After Lu Cheng's lecture, Lin Qingyan felt even more aggrieved and muttered, "Now you speak so refined, you get praised as a good person, yet you worry for me and also worry about making mistakes."

Lu Cheng was momentarily stunned, and seeing Lin Qingyan's aggrieved look, couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, thank you. Then give me a dance; consider it a way to relax your spirit."

"You go to sleep first; I'll think if there's any other way."

Lin Qingyan turned and sat at the desk; seeing her so stubborn, Lu Cheng gave up.

In truth, Lu Cheng wasn't unhurried inside, but he had to appear calm in front of others.

But even if urgent now, all they can do is wait.

However, Lin Qingyan didn't just wait for fate; she leveraged her position at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to contact Heidi, and through that overseas call learned that after receiving the letter, Heidi had started procuring a batch of Journals for her.

To avoid delay, Heidi mailed the Journals directly.

But Lin Qingyan hadn't received them; after a brief phone discussion, they both thought the shipment was likely held at customs, given the Journals' special nature.

Lin Qingyan immediately approached her department's leadership, explained the situation, and with the department's coordinated assistance, successfully retrieved the package from customs three days later.

When Lu Cheng opened the package, his eyes lit up; the parcel contained over a hundred Journals, all dated within the past two years, the newest reaching back to last month.

Lu Cheng was thrilled; these paper Journals, if they fell into Guo Tuzi's hands, would be considered waste, even worthless junk, selling for only a few dimes.

But to researchers, these Journals are priceless treasures.

"See, I told you—just be patient. These magazines have arrived, and remember, never rush; the boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge."

Lu Cheng still didn't know how much effort Lin Qingyan had put in behind the scenes to secure these Journals.

And Lin Qingyan, seeing him excitedly flipping through the magazines, felt very happy.

"Can you understand them?"

When Lin Qingyan asked that, Lu Cheng immediately felt embarrassed, set the Journals down, and clapped his hands.

"Hehe, I can't read them. Isn't there my multilingual daughter‑in‑law? I'll be relying on you from now on."

He didn't know how Heidi obtained them, but the Journals contain German, English, Russian, Japanese… to Lu Cheng they looked like celestial scripts.

Nevertheless, he wasn't worried; Lin Qingyan beside him could handle the translation.

Lin Qingyan crouched by the package, sorting the magazines: "Now you see the benefit of learning another language, huh? Usually you study Russian like a child, even coaxed you won't learn."

Securing this batch was a great achievement for Lin Qingyan, so her tone inevitably carried a hint of tsundere.

In learning, Lu Cheng had lost his former vigor.

"Yes, yes, your lecture was right. So, to reward your merit, I'll dance for you today."

Lin Qingyan pursed a smile: "What dance can you do?"

"Don't look down on me! I can dance too."

Lu Cheng leaned close to Lin Qingyan's ear and whispered: "I can do a striptease; it's really lively."

Lin Qingyan instantly rolled her eyes: "Just as I thought, you can't say anything nice."

Lu Cheng crouched nearby, picking up another Journal: "Do you think these professional Journals can help solve our problem?"

Lin Qingyan sat there, chin in hand: "Whether they can solve it, I don't know, but I skimmed them. They're professional Journals; I can sort of read them, yet I'm not proficient, especially with specialized terminology, so I'm worried the translation won't be accurate."

Lu Cheng could understand Lin Qingyan's concern.

Lin Qingyan knows many languages, but only for communication; professional Journals involve industry‑specific fields, with some niche terminology.

She fears that even before the Research Institute's translators, she can't guarantee absolute accuracy.

"Don't feel pressured, Comrade Lin Qingyan; as long as you do your best, that's enough."

Lin Qingyan has already decided: tomorrow she'll go to the Friendship Store and buy a few dictionaries for translation use.

"Hmm, I'm not pressured about translation itself, just worried about lacking time."

These over a hundred magazines are each quite thick, and with only seven days left of the agreed one‑month period, completing all translations is indeed a sizable challenge.

Lu Cheng thought for a moment: "Then, you translate a small portion, and I'll find someone for the rest."

There are professional translators over at Tian Shukuan; Lu Cheng plans to visit him tomorrow morning to discuss.

Lin Qingyan, however, felt uneasy; these Journals involve several languages, and translators proficient in them are scarce.

Upon further thought, she realized she couldn't translate them alone.

"Then leave half for me; find someone for the rest."

"Half? Can you handle it?"

Lu Cheng asked, then added, "I'm not questioning your translation ability."

Lin Qingyan nodded, "I know, time is limited, it's fine, just leave me half, I can."