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

"So you guys still don't understand. Do you know how advanced their technology is? Take the Americans for example, they've been operating entirely by mechanization for a long time. I've heard they even have computer-automated scheduling, where you can press a button several kilometers away and the machine will unload the goods itself."

Comrade Su's friend, who could procure aircraft and computers more advanced than the Americans, must have incredibly capable staff. They're definitely using high-tech equipment we've never even heard of, maybe even... yes, radio-controlled robotic vehicles that can move things in one trip without anyone showing their face. Unlike us, still relying on people carrying everything by hand.”

Upon hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly understood.

Young Arendt nodded repeatedly, replying in broken Chinese, "This gentleman is right. We in the United States do have many automated devices, but it's indeed difficult to achieve this scale. Ms. Su's friend... is certainly more impressive."

Even little Arendt said so, so everyone believed it even more.

"I see!"

"They're really something else. We're still here carrying things by hand, while they've already got machines."

Su Wanqing patted her chest quietly. Okay, she didn't even need to weave it herself; everyone had already done it for her.

"Look! What's that?"

Ma Guoliang held up his flashlight, the beam trembling as it shone on a brand-new machine at the far end of the warehouse. He could hardly believe his eyes, and turned to run forward, muttering to himself,

"Is this also a nitrogen fertilizer synthesis tower? But it doesn't quite look like our old one..."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the gleaming casing. The cool metallic touch sent a shiver down his spine, filling him with a mixture of surprise, delight, and fear that it was all for naught.

Deputy Commander Zhang also ran over, circling the machine several times, his voice trembling: "Yes, this is it! Comrade Su Wanqing, what's going on? How come there's this? You actually got it? My God!" He was now very curious about what kind of powerful person Su Wanqing's friend was.

Secretary Zhou smiled calmly; this was the power of Comrade Wanqing.

Su Wanqing calmly produced a pre-prepared letter from a corner of the machine control panel, unfolded it, and read aloud:

"Sister Su, I heard that one of your nitrogen fertilizer plants was flooded. I just got my hands on a batch of the latest model, so I'll send you one as an emergency measure."

This machine is much more advanced than the Soviet one. It has fully automatic temperature control, reduces energy consumption by 40%, and doubles output. Use it freely. I also received your old, scrapped model. Although it's unusable, it can still provide a lot of research value after disassembly, so it's not a waste.

Also brought along was a batch of grain and cooked food. The cooked food was a newly developed seafood, beef, fruit, and cheese pizza—nutritious, filling, and delicious. I heard you have a lot of women there, so I specially arranged for a batch of sanitary napkins; don't be stingy with them. The clothes delivered this time are also specially made rainproof work clothes—moisture-proof and durable; one piece does the work of three. You can distribute them as you see fit.”

After reading it, Su Wanqing folded the letter and looked up, saying:

"That's right. My friend did keep one, which is better than your original one—fully automatic temperature control, three-stage heat exchange, output is one and a half times that of the original, and energy consumption is reduced by 40%. Besides this, all other supplies are in these warehouses, including grain, cooked food, clothing, and things for the women, everything is there."

Secretary Zhou, chin in hand, quickly jotted down notes in his notebook: Comrade Wanqing's friends call her "Sister Su," implying that Comrade Wanqing holds a higher status.

It seems that we need to raise Comrade Wanqing's treatment even further in the future.

Liu Changhe immediately slapped Ma Guoliang on the shoulder:

"Old Ma, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank Comrade Su! He's provided you with food and clothing, and even replaced the machine that's keeping you up at night! With this new equipment, we'll have a better chance of spring planting next year, right? Not just your county, but several surrounding counties will have a reliable source of urea. Just think, if this machine really broke down, the grain yield in several provinces of North China would be halved. Can you bear that responsibility?"

Ma Guoliang suddenly snapped out of his daze and slapped himself hard across the face, the sound crisp and loud.

"I'm so damn stupid! I was even reluctant to part with that old, ruined machine, and I kept thinking that Comrade Su might have his eye on that pile of scrap metal, but he just turned around and gave me a newer and better one for free! I'm so embarrassed!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his face vigorously again before taking Su Wanqing's hand and bowing several times:

"Comrade Su, you are truly a living Bodhisattva! Not only did you save the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, but you also brought us a lifeline! There were originally only three such plants in the whole country, and when our county's went down, the province was in a panic. This new one is even stronger than the original one, which means it's not just making up for the losses, but taking another giant step forward! This post-disaster reconstruction depends entirely on this fertilizer plant!"

Looking at Ma Guoliang's blockheaded head, Liu Changhe shook his head secretly and sighed:

"Old Ma, stop saying all this useless stuff. What good will it do? If you really want to thank Comrade Su Wanqing, then hurry up and submit the report to recommend her for commendation!"

Seriously... hopeless! Completely incompetent! Stupid! Dumb!

He then turned to Su Wanqing, his tone becoming more serious.

"Comrade Su, although I, Liu Changhe, am only in charge of Hebei, I will personally oversee your application for commendation."

The provincial commendation will be reported to you, the central government's award will be presented to you, and your donation of supplies, saving lives, and saving the fertilizer plant will all be written into the report. In addition, I will apply for a "Flood Relief and Disaster Relief Merit Medal" for you in the name of the Hebei Provincial Party Committee, and also include your name in the county annals, so that the people of Hebei will remember you for generations to come.

Furthermore, if you want to set up a factory or anything else here, you can choose any land you like, enjoy a three-year tax exemption, and we'll provide all the water, electricity, and road connections so you won't have to worry about a thing.

Having spent decades in officialdom, Liu Changhe understands these things best.

When someone makes a sacrifice, they must have something in return.

Just like his official career, he didn't seek money or power, only fame. He only wanted that decades or centuries later, people would still remember the good deeds Liu Changhe did for the people during the great flood in Hebei.

The essence of this world, to put it bluntly, is the exchange of value.

Let alone Comrade Su Wanqing, even the greatest person in that position would have ulterior motives, all they wanted was to leave their mark on history.

Comrade Su Wanqing is willing to donate so much, either for fame or for profit! It's impossible that she would do such a great deed for nothing! Does she have too much grain to donate for free? Does she have too much money to give away for free? Even if everything she has came from the wind, it's impossible that she would donate so much for nothing.

(Su Wanqing: Sorry, all my stuff really was brought here by the wind~)