Quick Wear: Male supporting role, come to my arms quickly

Chapter 295 The Pretty Widow 13

"Yes, I have studied English for several years and would like to apply for this translation job."

The man picked up a book from the bookshelf at random and pointed to a sentence in it: "You translate this sentence."

Chu Yuan took a closer look. It was a collection of essays. The sentence structure was not difficult, and she quickly expressed the meaning of the sentence.

The man flipped through the pages again: "Not bad, what about this sentence?"

Chu Yuan still did not hesitate and quickly gave his answer.

"Your English is good, but I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to ask my leader for instructions."

Chu Yuan looked up in the direction he pointed and saw a staircase leading to the second floor: "Okay, thank you."

Chu Yuan observed carefully and found that there was a hint of admiration in the look in this man's eyes when he looked at her. He must be a talented person who knows foreign languages. There really is a lot of hidden talents in this small bookstore.

Zheng Jianming went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of an office: "Dad, a girl who can speak foreign languages ​​came downstairs and said she wanted to apply for the position of translator. I tested her on two sentences and her translation was pretty good. What do you think...?"

The old man in the room didn't even raise his head, obviously trusting his son very much: "Follow the rules, give her an article to translate first, and if it's qualified, officially hire her."

Zheng Jianming had already made up his mind, so he quickly went downstairs: "The leader said that you can take an article back and try to translate it. If you pass, you can officially become a translator of Xinhua Bookstore."

Chu Yuan had no objection to this: "Okay, can I choose an article on mechanics? Because I know more about this."

Zheng Jianming was a little surprised that most of the translations he handled were essays or short stories for his first attempt.

After all, highly professional content may be somewhat obscure and difficult to understand. If the translation is inaccurate, it may lead to a large deviation between the translation and the content expressed in the original text.

This was the first time he had seen someone take the initiative to ask to translate an article on mechanics.

But he would definitely not refuse. If they could discover one more talent, their bookstore would make a lot of money.

Zheng Jianming picked up a mechanical magazine from the bookshelf and handed it to Chu Yuan: "You can choose any article from it to translate. The time limit is seven days. If you don't submit your manuscript within seven days, you will be deemed to have automatically given up your qualification."

Chu Yuan nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back first."

On the way back, Chu Yuan casually flipped through a few pages, which were all foreign research reports on some new equipment. Although these contents seemed very backward to her, they were still technologies that China did not have at this stage.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuan felt a little uncomfortable.

As a citizen of China, she certainly wants to do her best to make the country more prosperous and powerful.

The magazine in her hand was just a simple start. There wasn't much she could do, or rather, with her current identity, there wasn't much she could do.

Translating a few more professional books can be considered as contributing one's own strength.

After Chu Yuan returned home, she selected an article that interested her from a magazine and spent most of the day translating it.

However, she did not plan to hand in the manuscript to the bookstore that day. They gave her seven days to do so. Chu Yuan compromised and decided to hand it in on the fourth day.

This way you won't stand out too much, nor will you appear to be too incompetent.

However, when she was about to submit her manuscript, an unexpected event disrupted her plans.

Xiang Song was bullied at school!

To be precise, the news Chu Yuan received was: Xiang Song had a fight with others at school.

The other party’s parents had already found the school. Not only did they speak rudely, they also wanted to hit the child. Fortunately, the teacher stopped them in time.

However, the other party's attitude was too strong and the teacher had no way to resolve the issue, so he could only notify the parents of both parties.

No wonder Xiang Song was in a low mood when he came back yesterday. Chu Yuan even checked him to see if he had any wounds or anything.

But seeing that he was unharmed, I didn't think it was a big deal and thought it was just a small fight between friends.

Now that I think about it, she was an incompetent aunt and should have asked for the whole story clearly at the time.

Chu Yuan rushed to the school angrily. How could Xiang Song, such a well-behaved child, take the initiative to provoke others? The other party must have done something to make him angry that he couldn't help but take action.

Arriving at the teacher's office, Chu Yuan pushed open the door and saw Xiang Song standing in the corner, the aggressive middle-aged woman opposite, and the head teacher trying to mediate.

Fortunately, the teacher at school is responsible and knows how to protect the children.

In fact, the teacher was also helpless. She could not afford to offend either side. One was someone the director of the steel plant had specifically greeted, and the other was someone in her family who participated in the Revolutionary Committee.

She was just a small class teacher, and if she offended anyone, she would be unable to continue in this school.

Chu Yuan didn't intend to make things difficult for her. The fact that this teacher had been protecting Xiang Song when he just came in was enough to prove her competence.

She pushed the woman opposite her away, half-knelt down and held Xiang Song in her arms: "Xiang Song, are you okay?"

As soon as Xiang Song saw his relatives, tears immediately welled up in his eyes: "Aunt, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

Chu Yuan gently touched his head: "It's okay, Xiang Song is the most obedient child. Auntie knows that you will definitely not fight with others for no reason, right?"

Xiang Song's emotions were soothed by Chu Yuan's words, but the middle-aged woman next to him was not very happy:

"Hey, are you the parent of this little bastard? He has a father but no mother. He beat my son like this. Hurry up and pay me!"

Chu Yuan turned around and pushed away the big face that was approaching her: "I warn you, keep your mouth shut!"

The person didn't take it seriously. Maybe it was because Chu Yuan looked like he was easy to bully. She pointed her finger at Chu Yuan's forehead:

"Isn't what I said the truth? Everyone knows that his father is dead, and his mother didn't abandon him and ran away. If he's not a bastard, what is he?"

Chu Yuan hadn't been this angry in many years. She kicked the man in the stomach and said, "I think you are a bastard. You have a father and a mother, but why didn't they teach you how to speak?"

This kick also requires skill. It should leave no trace and make the opponent feel sufficient pain. However, this is not a difficult task for Chu Yuan. She has beaten many people over the years.

"Help! Someone is killing someone!" The middle-aged woman lying on the ground screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

But she soon found that she could not make any sound.