Chapter 69: Field Inspection?

"The province requires an on-site inspection, which means someone from the province wants to see you," Chen Shao explained clearly. This was also the point he was hesitant about; An Yinan was too young, and it was a bit early for her to be so exposed. He had held back her translated manuscripts for a long time, and the reason he had been mailing them out gradually was precisely because of this.

An Yinan thought for a moment. A provincial inspection? It seemed like a necessary procedure, right?

"Then let them inspect!" An Yinan said.

She had many secrets, but few people knew them, and everything she did basically had a source. If there was one thing that was dangerous, it was selling clothes, but their interests were tightly intertwined, and neither could betray the other; they were just grasshoppers on the same rope.

"You need to think it over carefully." Chen Shao still urged her to think about it more. He didn't know why he was reminding her; after all, for many people, this was a cause for celebration.

"Is there some secret I can't talk about?" An Yinan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Chen Shao thought for a while before saying, "Your political vetting for translation wasn't verified by the city, but by the province. After the phone call to submit your vetting, the province called that very afternoon to say your vetting was fine and that your Translator Certificate would be issued directly."

"Do you know anyone in the province?" Chen Shao asked suspiciously.

An Yinan shook her head in confusion. Could it be related to her godfather, Chen Jianhua?

"I don't know. Whether they are human or ghost, I'll know once I see them." An Yinan thought for a long time. Even if her godfather pulled strings, it shouldn't have much to do with the province, right?

And it surely wouldn't have anything to do with this classified translation work, would it?

Then what was the meaning of the person coming? Why would they come to this remote mountain village to verify her?

An Yinan thought about it. Since they were coming, she would take things as they came; she wasn't afraid of being investigated.

Sometimes it isn't scary when an enemy appears before your eyes; what's scary is when the enemy is hidden in the shadows. Now that they were meeting proactively, what was there to be troubled about?

"Alright then, I'll call the city this afternoon." Chen Shao also came around.

"By the way, these are the materials I translated. All the materials I had on hand are finished." An Yinan put down her basket and then took out the materials stack by stack in order.

Chen Shao was already speechless, his mouth twitching. He had just finished mailing a batch of materials, and the little girl had given him such a huge surprise again...

At the rate he mailed these materials—once every three days—it would take at least a month!

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen translation materials packed in a large basket, and it was a full, large basket at that.

"What's wrong?" An Yinan asked, puzzled. Why did Uncle Chen's expression look a bit off?

"Are you going to translate at this speed from now on?" Chen Shao asked.

"Not necessarily, but it won't be much different." This was her daily speed, but in the future, she would go to the mountains to look around and make some delicious food. Besides, she had recently been researching a recipe for a Hemostatic Pill and was preparing to make a batch of finished products to mail to Chen Xun and the Chen Family. They often went on missions to protect the country, and with this Hemostatic Pill, their safety would be much better guaranteed.

"In the past, I would split the materials you brought over into several shipments to mail them out slowly, just so it wouldn't be too shocking. But since you're planning to maintain this speed, I'll mail more this time, though I'll still have to split it into ten or more shipments to give everyone a buffer period," Chen Shao said with a helpless smile.

"Oh, look at me, I forgot the main business while talking." Chen Shao patted his forehead, then returned to his desk and took another envelope from the drawer; it was her translation wages.

"Your wages."

An Yinan felt it; it was quite thick. She accepted it with a grin and didn't open it.

"I want to buy some fifth-grade primary school books, and some interesting books on the humanities." Humanities and geography were relationships she couldn't avoid.

Thinking of Beibei's great dream, as his sister, she naturally had to add bricks and mortar for him.

Chen Shao picked and chose, getting her five books. An Yinan looked at the price and paid immediately. Books were truly expensive; they were definitely luxury items.

An Yinan put the basket on her back and felt it lighten. "Better give me two more packs of paper, and another twenty bottles of ink-blue ink."

There were only a few hundred sheets of the last batch of paper left, just the bottom of the stack.

Looking at that thick stack of translated manuscripts on the side, and then looking at her own pack of white paper...

"Here, two packs of white paper, twenty bottles of ink." An Yinan paid silently, not looking at Uncle Chen's mournful gaze.

"What about those translation materials?" An Yinan asked silently...

Chen Shao returned to the back room, opened a locked cabinet, and took out five books from inside. The books were very thick, as thick as a Xinhua Bookstore dictionary.

"As a Senior Translator, not only has your translator level been upgraded, but the confidentiality level of the materials you translate has also been raised. Now, you need to seal the translation materials separately and hand them to me. I won't verify the content anymore; I will mail them directly to the city to be verified by the relevant unit." Everything Chen Shao said had one purpose: to protect these materials well.

"I know." An Yinan nodded, also making up her mind that unless necessary, these materials would not appear outside.

She put the things into her basket, and just as she turned a corner after leaving the Xinhua Bookstore, she reached her hand into the basket, and the items were transferred into her space.

Afterward, she went to the State-run Restaurant. Thinking of the bright red bed sheet she had promised Sister Liu Yun, she patted her forehead; she had forgotten such an important thing.

She cut the trademark off the bright red bed sheet, put it in the basket, and then transferred the five Woolen Coats she had prepared yesterday and the Square Scarves she had made earlier into the basket.

"Sister, you've finally come." Liu Mei had been waiting until her eyes were worn out.

"Has Liu Meijie been well lately?" An Yinan asked with a smile.

One look at Liu Meijie's anxious state, and she knew how the market for clothes was right now.

"Those Woolen Coats have all been sold. Now many people are pulling strings to find me to buy clothes. Sister, what do you think I should do?" Liu Mei didn't beat around the bush either. Judging from their interactions, she didn't dare to underestimate the girl in front of her.

Liu Mei spoke quietly and took An Yinan to the changing room of the State-run Restaurant.

"This time I brought five coats and one hundred Square Scarves. From now on, there will be at most five coats per week. My godmother said that it's very hard to snatch such high-quality coats even in Shanghai." An Yinan stated the reason she had prepared long ago.

Five coats a week meant twenty a month. Before the weather got hot, she wouldn't have to worry about the sales of the Woolen Coats.

"So few?" Liu Mei thought for a moment, but it seemed reasonable.

After all, she and her cousin had gone to the province to snatch them and hadn't managed to get a single one. Now, having five a week was already a huge quantity.

At this moment, she remembered another thing. A few days ago, she had seen Square Scarves appear on the market, but these scarves weren't the ones she had released.

Her memory was quite good, and the Square Scarves the sister brought over were very distinctive; the patterns and shapes interpreted beauty very well.

But the Square Scarves on the market were different; the fabric wasn't fine, consistent with some coarse cloth clothing, and wearing them would rub against the neck, which was very uncomfortable.