Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Su Wanqing, standing to the side, was even more astonished—goodness, this marshal really doesn't hold back when he curses people, his vocabulary is incredibly rich, and every sentence digs up his ancestors' graves.

Even lying in bed, Old Sun couldn't resist cheering on the marshal. He patted the edge of the bed and gave him a trembling thumbs-up, his expression clearly saying: "Well done! Curse him harder!"

The next second, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A dozen or so foreigners—high-nosed, deep-set-eyed, dressed in suits—led by a white man in his fifties with meticulously combed hair, a slightly raised chin, and a haughty smirk on his lips. Behind him followed two assistants carrying briefcases and several burly bodyguards—they stormed in.

The marshal's ashen face instantly switched modes in the fraction of a second it took for them to step through the door—he was still cursing through gritted teeth in a very low voice, "How can these sons of bitches be so rude, barging in without even saying hello? Do they think this is a marketplace? Damn it!"

His face was already beaming with a warm smile, and he opened his arms to greet her:

"Oh my, what a rare guest! Isn't this Mr. Anderson? Why didn't you tell me you were here early? I was going to pick you up at the airport myself, my apologies—please, please have a seat!"

Su Wanqing: "..." She also saw what a real change of face was from the marshal's face.

The American delegation swaggered into the ward. The white man at the head, Anderson, looked around before finally settling on the marshal, and launched into a long, rambling speech. The interpreter beside him immediately puffed out his chest and translated in an affected, deliberately emphasizing tone:

"Our distinguished Mr. Anderson and Mr. Smith have come to confront you directly—why have you assigned us such a low-grade room? We are extremely dissatisfied with our accommodations. Whoever is currently staying in that suite, please move out immediately, or you know the consequences."

Su Wanqing frowned.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a scene since her rebirth—these foreigners were incredibly arrogant, looking down on everyone as if they were ants.

An indescribable sense of frustration welled up in her chest—the entire opposing team had so brazenly placed their feet on top of everyone else's heads.

The marshal, who was one of the leaders of the country, had to put on a smiling face for a few businessmen.

Is this what it feels like to be a weak nation?

Even his spine is shorter than others?

So this is what it feels like to be in need of someone's help.

This time, the other party came to cause trouble in such a grand manner because of her room. That VIP suite was indeed nice, spacious, with a study and a separate living room, not much different from a presidential suite in later times... and they wanted her to move out immediately?

She wanted to see if the marshal would actually let her change rooms.

The marshal immediately put on a smiling face, his tone becoming completely different from when he had been slamming the table and cursing. He spread his hands and chuckled as he tried to smooth things over:

"Oh dear, Staff Officer Wang, quickly explain to Mr. Anderson and Mr. Smith—we absolutely have no intention of being negligent! We desperately need your company's products and technology, and our desire to cooperate is extremely sincere."

"Don't be angry yet. The heating in that room has been completely broken for the past couple of days and they're working on it. The water pipes are also having problems, so it's really not suitable for anyone to live in. Once it's fixed in a few days, we'll invite you gentlemen to move there. How about that? For the next few days, please make do with the rooms we've arranged for you; they're quite nice!"

The staff officer who had just come in quickly translated what was said.

Su Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly, quite surprised—don't be fooled by the marshal's astonishing vocabulary when he swore, his mind works very fast when it matters. The excuse he made up on the spot sounded so real that he neither made her move nor directly humiliated her. He was quite clever.

To everyone's surprise, after hearing the translation, Anderson launched into a long string of words.

"Don't try to fool us—we've already asked the front desk, and they said the rooms are already occupied. And it's not some other inspection team; it's people from your own country. I think you're just not sincere and don't want to have a proper discussion. As for the products you brought, I think you don't want to cooperate anymore, hmph."

Another man named Smith arrogantly chimed in.

"What we've brought this time is Boeing's latest passenger plane, which is currently parked at your airport, and the supercomputer you've always wanted. But—can you afford it? Are your foreign exchange reserves enough to pay the deposit?"

"Hahaha, you're right! They can't even build a basic electronic computer, and they want to buy our supercomputer? They probably won't even be able to turn it on! It's hilarious!"

The marshal clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, but he still forced a smile. A technical expert accompanying him leaned closer:

"Marshal, how about... we make the first mistake and let Comrade Su Wanqing and her family move out?"

Let's appease these gentlemen first. We're currently in dire need of large passenger aircraft. The civil aviation sector is waiting to build its fleet, and the entire country can't even produce a single decent long-range passenger plane.

Furthermore, if we can't buy their supercomputers, we'll have to keep using abacuses and hand-cranked calculators for nuclear simulations and weather forecasts. What they can calculate in a few minutes, we'll have to calculate for several months.

If we continue to lag behind like this, we'll always be trampled underfoot. Now, by enduring some humiliation, at least we can buy some things, take them apart, and study them carefully… Aside from the American research team, no one else is willing to sell us these things right now.”

"Yes, Marshal, we're not afraid of humiliation, nor are we afraid of being laughed at. What kind of cold looks haven't we endured over the years? What we fear most is not being able to buy things, falling behind forever, and being held hostage by others. It's bad enough that our generation is ridiculed and bullied, but must the next generation continue to suffer this humiliation?"

Su Wanqing never imagined that this generation would suffer so much! They had nothing, relying entirely on their hands.

The marshal took a deep breath, spoke in a solemn voice, and enunciated each word clearly:

"You don't need to say anything more. Do you expect me to kick out a comrade who just made a great contribution to the country just to appease a few foreigners? I can't do that. We can suffer injustice, but it's unacceptable to let these heroes suffer as well."

He turned and glanced at Su Wanqing, then walked a few steps to her side.

"Don't worry, Comrade Su Wanqing, you can stay in that apartment as you please. We can handle things here ourselves. Besides, these people are always finding fault with us. Whether you stay in that apartment or not is not the key point—they came here specifically to humiliate us. Whether you move out or not doesn't matter much. Don't take it to heart."