A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 580 The Scarlet Girl

The young man suddenly turned around, staring blankly at the older man, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Uncle~ you, you, really think so?"

"When that woman surnamed Song came here, she specifically mentioned that my sister shouldn't attend her banquet... She even said, she even said something about my sister..."

"And they even said my sister was disrespectful to scholars..."

As he spoke, the young man from Johnson finally couldn't hold back anymore, and large tears streamed down his face.

Uncle Jin didn't comfort him; he just hugged him and rubbed his head.

"Don't listen to that old woman's nonsense. We've all seen what your sister has done for the country!"

"She auctioned off all her jewelry and dresses to raise funds for her notebook. We all remember that!"

"You must firmly believe that we are different from them! Take your sister back to see them! Motherland treats all her children with gentleness and cares for them!"

As Johnson listened to Uncle Jin's words, he remembered his sister's ordeal and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

"elder sister……"

Uncle Jin also sighed inwardly: the blood of the Chinese people flowed in her veins, but she was nailed to the pillar of shame as an "outsider" by the prejudice of her compatriots; she struggled under the shadow of the Stars and Stripes, and was crushed into dust at the bottom of society by the arrogance of white people.

However, even though she was covered in wounds, she still maintained a patriotic heart.

"I love this land more than my own life!" These were the woman's resounding words.

She is truly an extraordinary woman!

Just as Uncle Jin was comforting the young Johnson, unbeknownst to them, the two secret agents had turned back behind them.

"Hey Jones, see? No problem! These two are all lovey-dovey!"

"Hmm! Looking at it this way, Larry really doesn't seem suspicious. Let's go back and report to the chief. Hey, now that this job is done, shouldn't we retire?"

"I wonder how much our retirement pension will be!"

Old Jack was lost in thoughts of retirement, patting his large, round buttocks as he pondered them.

"Probably not much! I've seen internal intelligence from the Treasury Department. We haven't yet shaken off the effects of the economic recession. According to our young president's arrangements, a large portion of the funds has been allocated to the Marshall Plan, and our balance of payments deficit is starting to become increasingly apparent..."

Old Jones sighed, and like many elderly people in China, he became inexplicably concerned about this intelligence.

International relations may seem like a big issue, but turmoil in various aspects can cause changes, such as his current biggest concern: retirement pensions.

"Oh! Damn it, I'm discussing international affairs with you, and you're just picking your ass!"

Old Jones was furious when he saw his old partner not only disagreeing with his insightful opinions but also starting to fidget with his backside.

"Oh my God! Jones...you have to help me!"

"(⊙o⊙)..., what happened? Did that doctor who looked so unprofessional mess with your butt and cause it to hurt?"

"Don't worry, I'll testify for you and help you apply for workers' compensation. That way, your retirement pension will be..."

"No! Forget about that damn pension, my butt doesn't hurt anymore!" Old Jack excitedly stuck out his "millstone," patting it with his large, rough hands.

"My God! My God! This feeling, I've had it for thirty years! Do you know how I've endured it? My God, look, even after all this tormenting, it won't bleed anymore!"

"Oh, dear Jones, please sponsor me some more money, I want to buy up all that ointment in this hospital!"

"Is it really that powerful?"

"Hmm! It tastes weird though... but Jones, really, forget about that pension! I think I've found a way to make money..."

Old Jack leaned against the window, looking at the deserted, Chinese-style hospital entrance.

"This is a gold mine..."

Okay, let's congratulate this lucky agent who helped his suffering ASS find a miracle drug.

However, it's not their turn to appear yet. Let's continue to focus on Uncle Kim.

"Cough cough cough...Who is it!"

"Sister! It's me, Xiao Liu! Oh dear, are you sick again? Didn't Second Brother and Little Sister come to take care of you?"

The door to the cabin opened, and an old face appeared before the two.

"Ha, Johnson! Come in, come in..."

"Oh, another guest?" The lady opened the door and looked at Uncle Jin behind Johnson. She covered her mouth in surprise, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

Then, calm returned.

"Please excuse my disheveled appearance! I didn't expect anyone to visit me, haha. Please forgive this old woman's disheveled clothes, please come in. Would you like black tea or coffee?"

The lady nodded gracefully to Uncle Jin. Although her clothes were simple, she exuded an elegant aura.

Uncle Jin's eye twitched. Good heavens!

Is this still one of the figures in the "Hollywood Silver Four Ladies Lookout" statue?

(For those unfamiliar with this observation deck, I can tell you that Marilyn Monroe is also depicted in this statue.)

The young man from Johnson saw his sister and quickly stepped forward to help her up: "Sis! I'll take you to the hospital!"

"Cough cough... I went, but the doctor's appointment is two months from now. It's okay, I can manage!"

“Your second brother came by, but something happened with the airline he works for, and he was called back with another phone call…”

"Who is this……"

"My supervisor's surname is Jin!"

"Oh, Mr. Jin, please have a seat! Mulan! Mulan! Could you please bring out a cup of coffee for me?"

As she spoke, the young woman from Johnson & Johnson nodded slightly to Uncle Jin: "Sorry, I just realized we're out of black tea..."

As they were talking, Mulan, with her blonde hair tilted her head back, picked up a cup of coffee, and stared at Uncle Jin with wide eyes.

Uh, no, it's more like staring wide-eyed. Uncle Kim's originally small single eyelids are now as big as grapes. It's really quite a sight for him.

The young man from Johnson wasn't stunned by Mulan's beauty; instead, he reached out and took his older sister's somewhat aged hand.

"Sis! Why are you bringing someone home again! It was fine before, I wouldn't mind if you helped some down-on-their-luck Chinese people, but this time you brought home a blond devil?"

Crunch! Golden-haired Mulan chewed the broad bean in her mouth, her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows raised slightly: "You little rascal, say that again!"

"Huh? You can speak Chinese!"

Under the bewildered gaze of the young Johnson, his sister explained, "This is a kid I met when I was filming in Europe. He came here specifically to visit me!"

"Oh right! Quickly apologize to Mulan! Otherwise, you might never see me again!"

As she spoke, Johnson's sister gently pressed her chest.

"Sis, is your heart condition acting up again?"

"Ugh! I couldn't breathe, but thank goodness for Mulan..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man from Johnson bent over sharply, his head hitting the table: "Sorry, Yang Mao..."

"No! I'm sorry, my savior!"

……

After Johnson helped his sister upstairs to rest, Uncle Kim immediately put down his coffee cup:

"You little rascal, when did you get here!"

"Come find me, Xiaomai, you got scammed! That son of a bitch, daring to cheat me out of my things! Doesn't he know the Horse King has three eyes?!"

"Hey, wasn't that bought by Professor Carmen? Hmm... Don't tell me you were the agent that Forberle hired?"

Mulan covered her face: "I messed up. I thought I could bring back more wheat... I don't understand this futures market thing at all!"

"Putting futures aside, how did you even get into Fobo Le?" Uncle Jin looked horrified.

Good heavens! I went through so much trouble to get into the CIA, how come this delicate little girl just casually got into the CIA? And she can even play a role in operations?

Mulan tossed her long golden hair and winked playfully at Uncle Jin: "Uncle, are you free tonight? Let's go cook him a meal!"