Chapter 201: As for now! It's all clothes

She slurped a mouthful of fried liver, then ate a bite of sugar pancake.

The taste was not bad, though not as delicious as the one from the State-run Restaurant last time; every trade has its master, could that head chef really be a descendant of an imperial cook?

In just over ten minutes, she finished her breakfast, pushed the door open, and handed out the empty lunchbox and oil paper.

After eating her fill, she returned to the space and hurriedly began translating; because the translation quota had already been allocated, she settled her mind and stopped staring at the time.

It wasn't until her reaching hand touched empty air that An Yinan paused, only then remembering that the allocated quota had been translated.

She checked the time; it was already twelve-thirty.

She organized the materials first, placed them into a file bag, and then arranged the translation quota for the afternoon; after everything was set, she wasn't actually very hungry, but she was afraid her family would worry.

She opened the door; three different people were outside, and hearing the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads to look.

An Yinan smiled, "I'll have porridge for lunch, just a small bowl will do."

She had to eat at least a little, partly to warm her stomach, and partly to put Big Aunt and her grandmother at ease.

Ever since An Yinan had this task, the kitchen kept porridge simmering at all times, so she could have some whenever she wanted.

Fearing other things might upset her stomach, Liu Xicai had ordered the porridge to be kept simmering.

After that Black-Clad Man went downstairs, he soon brought a bowl of porridge upstairs, knocked on the door, and handed the bowl to An Yinan.

This time it was red date porridge, to nourish her Qi and blood.

The porridge was slightly hot; she stirred it with a spoon, blew on it, and the temperature was just about right.

After finishing it, she handed the bowl out and began her translation task again.

The task she had set for herself in the afternoon was very heavy; the first file bag had already been finished by noon.

She began translating the second file bag in the afternoon; An Yinan placed the originals and the translations of the first file bag together and stacked them inside a Password Case.

Just like that, she kept busy, while the weather outside grew hotter and hotter, the sun scorching the earth.

Yet An Yinan's room remained as cool as ever, with an occasional breeze blowing through, stirring the tightly drawn curtains.

Twenty-one days later...

An Yinan finished organizing all the Password Cases; looking at the fourteen Password Cases lined up in a row and thinking of the materials inside, she finally realized why the Compilation Bureau was in such a rush and why they placed such importance on these materials.

She knew the Compilation Bureau was in a hurry, and she knew even better that that special Project Department was in a hurry!

"Task complete, please help me contact Comrade Fang Hong," An Yinan said to the three people outside after pulling the door open.

One Black-Clad Man widened his eyes, "Finished?"

His face was full of disbelief; with so many materials, let alone a month, even if someone could translate them within three months, they would be a master-level figure.

Yet how old was the person before him? It had actually only taken twenty-two days...

An Yinan nodded, "Contact her as soon as possible."

Afterward, she closed the door; given the gravity of these translated materials, the only person she could trust was Fang Hong. She believed her second aunt would arrange the destination and protection of the materials well, and once she handed them over to her second aunt, this task would be considered complete.

Fang Hong arrived very quickly, taking only half an hour; listening to the footsteps coming upstairs, An Yinan arranged all the Password Cases according to their numbers, each Password Case having an individual password, and this password was known only to her.

This type of Password Case was specially researched; if the password was entered incorrectly three times, it would trigger a self-destruct mode.

If there was any external force intrusion, it would immediately trigger the self-destruct mode.

Unless one had the password, no one could ever hope to obtain the materials inside the Password Case.

"Nan Nan," Fang Hong knocked on the door.

An Yinan pulled the door open and raised the corners of her lips, "Second Aunt, I have not failed the mission."

Fang Hong looked at the child's slightly pale face and noticeably thinner figure, "Good child, you've worked hard."

"No, I am happy to be able to participate in this mission." An Yinan raised her head, her eyes shining brightly, as if they could ignite the entire universe, carrying intense light and fighting spirit.

Fang Hong hugged her, then whispered in her ear, "I cannot take the password; you know the importance of this batch of materials. There is also a confidentiality agreement that needs your signature. The password will be obtained via phone in three days. Also, this is the password decryption version, a set I compiled separately on my end; it will be void after this one-time use."

The fewer people who know, the higher the confidentiality of the materials; even for herself, she could not guarantee she wouldn't make a mistake.

An Yinan nodded upon hearing this, "I will sign."

Fang Hong took out the confidentiality agreement; this agreement would be placed into An Yinan's classified file, representing the glory of her life.

An Yinan carefully read all the terms, then signed her name without hesitation.

Fang Hong brought a team of people; this time the personnel included not only the Compilation Bureau but also protection from the Beijing Military.

"The three of you will likely have to accompany me for a few more days," An Yinan said, opening the door and looking at the three Black-Clad Men.

These three men had expressions full of admiration; now, let alone if An Yinan wanted to say she wanted to eat buns from the south of the City, even if she wanted buns from the south of the City in the morning and bean juice from the north of the City, they would be happy to run for it.

"You are too amazing," the Black-Clad Man who had been skeptical at first exclaimed.

An Yinan waved her hand, "This is the field I excel in, just as your field is protection."

"All professions have their value; we translators cannot do without your protection, and your existence is also because of translators. Helping each other, what is so amazing about that?"

Upon hearing this, the three Black-Clad Men all smiled; the logic was sound, but was that really the truth?

"You should get some good rest; there is pigeon soup simmering downstairs for you," that Black-Clad Man smiled at An Yinan.

An Yinan nodded and rubbed her brow; ever since she was halfway through the translation and understood what these materials were, she had hurriedly accelerated her translation progress and cut her rest time in half. Previously she rested eight hours a day, but for the last ten-plus days, she only had four hours of rest per day.

The research materials this time were for an Artillery Aiming Radar!

It concerned the direct combat effectiveness of the military, and all the materials gathered this time were collected from various countries by the Compilation Bureau and the nation's scientific and technological talents, who had exhausted all their efforts.

The Military Department believed it was time to proceed with this project, and this project was directly set at the Number One Project Department, representing the determination of the nation and the Military Department.

If this project research succeeded, then the nation's military power would take a small step forward!

And... she had recently gradually discovered that the era she was in was very different from her previous life; it was more like a different space-time. Although the culture, people's livelihoods, and events had many similarities, there were also many differences.

An Yinan had rarely cared about this period of history before; she liked ancient styles and preferred researching ancient ornaments and civilization culture, and there was too little she could recall now.

"Sigh, if I had known today would come, I should have joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs back then," An Yinan frowned.

If she had joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, she would have understood more current affairs, been closer to the center of politics, and added many more memories of this era.

As for now! It's all clothes...