Mr. Zhu sat down steadily, drank a cup of tea first, and then took the manuscript in front of him. As usual, he first reads the foreign works that were placed on the desk and then reads the manuscript.

The level of these translations is limited. At least in the eyes of everyone like Mr. Zhu, it is okay to treat them as practice works, but they are far from being able to be used for others to read.

But he was not impatient at all.

Many people like Mr. Zhu actually don’t like to modify and review beginners’ works, but Mr. Zhu is still fine. He is calm and serious.

Even though these things in front of him were not considered visible in his eyes, he still picked out all the fallacies and inadequate understanding of them, and reviewed every translation manuscript very carefully.

Mr. Zhu has a talent for language, an economist, and a literary master. He has been engaged in the translation of economic works for many years. It is easy for him to correct manuscripts like this.

In just half a day, the manuscript was revised.

Mr. Zhu moved his shoulder blades, took two sips of tea and asked the assistant teacher to send the reviewed manuscript back to the others.

"There is a demonstration draft inside, either Lao Zhang's or Chen's. They probably took it wrong and sent it to me."

"Well, tell them, I will leave this manuscript first and look back to my son and those two incompetent apprentices."

Mr. Zhu sighed lightly, "My son doesn't like my translations. He doesn't mean that the style is not suitable for him. I see the style of this manuscript. He will definitely like it. His words are beautiful. When this book is printed, I will leave me a few volumes, twenty volumes. I will give it to someone. It is also the result of our school."

This article has few words, just over 20,000 words, so there is no need to correct it at all. It is very easy to print.

The assistant teacher quickly answered, and I really thought that someone's translation was sent over by mistake.

This has happened.

Although their Qindao University is incomparable to those famous universities of Yanping University, there are also a few great people. In addition to Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen, all of them are famous figures.

Usually, their manuscripts are often copied as soon as they come out, and not just one copy. Now the school is busy translating works from various countries, with busy men and students everywhere. It is also very common for them to mistakenly send the manuscripts they are reading to them.

The assistant coach smiled and said, "If it was really Mr. Zhang, or even Mr. Chen, and found that the manuscript was lost, the owner would not feel sorry for him?"

Mr. Zhu smiled: "That's what he deserves, and he can't say that he can gain a memory in the future."

The assistant chuckled, curious, and couldn't help but go to see the manuscript that Mr. Zhu had specially divided, and was stunned when he saw it.

The delicate pen letters in front of me are clearly very familiar.

The assistant coach rubbed his eyes and looked at him again, and he was speechless.

"...Sir, this is Mr. Zhou's niece and Miss Lin's translation."

Mr. Zhu was also stunned when he heard this, and his first reaction was impossible.

He knew that Mr. Zhou had a niece who wanted to work part-time at their school. Mr. Zhou said hello and asked Mr. Zhu to give him more teaching.

Mr. Zhu has a good impression of Zhou Xingzhi. A few years ago, Professor Zhou donated money to various universities to buy various types of books and materials abroad. After it was published in Yanping Daily, many newspapers in various places were reproduced. Mr. Zhu was very impressed after reading it.

A few days ago, his mother fell ill, and Mr. Zhu went home to serve the disease. He just returned to school today and was about to take time to see the Miss Lin.

"Ms. Lin is just twenty years old this year? Would he be wrong?"

The assistant teacher shook his head: "When Xiao Liu delivered these manuscripts, he specifically mentioned a few sentences."

But he knew that Mr. Zhu would not be perfunctory if he reads the manuscript, so he did not deliberately remind him.

I took Mr. Zhu's manuscript that was highly praised and carefully read.

The gentleman determined that this manuscript was written by Mr. Zhang, or even Mr. Chen, and he was regarded as a praise!

After a while, he also praised: "The translation is so good, and the three are both "Xin Yada".

The two looked at each other in surprise.

"No wonder!"

In their school, if you want to find translators with such skills, everyone will only think of those few people.

"The young man is so terrifying!"

Just as the meeting was held, Mr. Zhu showed off at the meeting with a manuscript.

So the gentlemen at the entire Qindao University knew that a young lady who was quite incredible came to the school.

Yang Yuying suddenly realized that her workload seemed to have increased.

In the past, she mainly studied foreign literature and translated works by everyone. There were very few things she needed to translate by herself. Even if there were, it was relatively simple and easy to understand.

But now, the books she needs to translate seem to be almost the same as those teachers.

Fortunately, Yang Yuying is very interested and doesn’t think it’s hard.

She recently read two new articles of ancient Chinese, English and French translated by Mr. Gu of Yanping University, which is really eye-opening!

Anyway, she felt that she was not inferior to others when she learned this foreign article, and her skill level improvement was as fast as she could fly. She had no confidence in when she could catch up with the translator of these articles.

However, because of such a little challenge, Yang Yuying began to be particularly interested. It was like her performance in the first three minutes of playing a new game back then. She has become more attentive and active in the current job. She stayed in the archives room of the library all day long, and didn't even want to go out. She wished she could feed her three meals a day to the side of her mouth.

Zhou Xingzhidu was a little worried.

His cheap uncle is indeed very attentive. He is not only worried about his little niece's physical and mental health, but also worried about his inattention and his other niece who is gray and older than him.

The other old professors are fine, and their styles are very rigorous. Even if they are optimistic about Yang Yuying, they will definitely value the younger generation the teacher.

But he always feels very dangerous about the words and deeds of gentlemen who have been in the overseas field for many years, have a very open personality and are a bit serious in Westernization.

"Wan Niang would rather go to see the world more and get to know more young people of her age."

The students of Qindao University are originally a good choice, but it has to be said that compared with those students, the professors have more amazing mature charm and higher status, which can easily make the students who are originally a pride of heaven look dull.

As for the current thoughts of these girls, it is really hard to guess. Many people seem to think that older men are not a problem, especially if the other party is very talented, then age is not an obstacle.

It's a bit scary to think about it.

Just this day, Commander Song held a banquet at the Sihai Hotel and hosted a banquet for all forces in Qindao. It was nothing important, it was purely to win over relations and exchange and cooperation.

This kind of social interaction is always necessary, and Commander Song is no exception.

"Wan Niang is going there too, just take it as a play and can have a better understanding."

Zhou Xingzhi said with a smile.

Yang Yuying likes lively, so she has no objection.

But when she arrived at the cocktail party, she couldn't help but regret it. She didn't expect that she would have to do hair, make up, pick clothes, shoes and hats at a banquet, and everything was not easy.

I don’t think she has attended the banquet. She also attended the banquet at the Grand Banquet of Emperor Dashun Lian, but at that time she went there as a young master.

Who dares to care whether the hair she combs is trendy or not, whether the jewelry she wears is popular, and whether the clothes she wears are luxurious enough.

No one can talk about a school uniform.

Now, Zhou Xingyi's big man stared at her and insisted that she dress up well. From cheongsams to dresses, he brought her a lot of jewelry, as well as specialized makeup staff.

Yang Yuying looked at the pointed and thin high heels on her leather shoes and suddenly laughed: "I still like the traditional Chinese clothing."

The leather shoes are exquisite and beautiful, and she likes them too.

Not only did she liked it, she also bought a lot. She didn't have to walk too much when she was free, and she wore it on her feet to appreciate it. She was also happy.

But wearing these shoes, listen to Zhou Xingzhi's encouragement - 'Dance two more dances at the cocktail party, don't let down this wonderful years!'.

Yang Yuying suddenly realized that women's embroidered shoes are the most perfect shoes.

A modified moon white wide sleeves, double-breasted chest-length skirt is simpler than the serious skirt, light and flowing, and convenient to move. She only wears a pearl hairpin on her hair bun. Yang Yuying stood in the Sihai Hotel as if no one was around, and most of the eyes of the left and right were unknowingly concentrated.

Zhou Xingzhi was talking to Commander Song on the second floor. Staff Lu and Song Yuyi next to him reminded him that the two of them looked over at the same time, and were both stunned.

"...Our Chinese ladies should really dress up like this, beautiful and elegant."

While laughing, Zhou Xingyi walked downstairs to Yang Yuying and took her to meet a few people he felt was necessary to meet.

The group of officers that Commander Song made friends with were all rough and Zhou Xingzhi looked down upon.

Others such as the son of a high-ranking official family, the nephew of the mayor's family, the disciple of the professor, and the heir of the wealthy business family, are diverse, which shows that Zhou Xing's vast friendship is vast.

Yang Yuying's eyes fell on several middle-aged people who were surrounded by others. These people were smiling without hesitation, hugging several well-known socialites on Qindao in their arms, disguising themselves as peacefully, and their expressions were faintly contempt and arrogance.

"Japanese?"

"Takaichi Inoue of the Jidao Society has arrived, those are the senior leaders of the Jidao Society he brought."

Zhou Xingzhi frowned and shook his head, "Takaichi Inoue is not an ordinary person. He is very strong behind his back. He is the direct descendant of the Japanese Fujita family. Shiraki Fujita has a very high status in the secret society, the Republic of China, and has power in both military and political terms."

"Since the moment Takaichi Inoue has been doing a lot of things, our company Commander Song is staring at him, but he can't catch the handle for a while."

Zhou Xingzhi actually didn't understand Commander Song's major events, so he just listened to them occasionally, and only knew only a few things.

I told Yang Yuying now, but to remind her not to get involved with these messy characters.

After a general introduction, he led Yang Yuying to meet with several friends, so Zhou Xingzhi let her go to dance by herself.

"Go and play, don't you young people all like to dance?"

Yang Yuying: Otherwise... Jianwu will learn about it?

She held the wine glass and found a corner that was not in trouble, slowly took a sip of wine and took a sip of dessert.

The dishes at this party were served beautifully, but the entrance was not satisfactory, and the only dessert was tasty.

As for dancing, she was not very interested.

A few of the guests at the cocktail party around were quite curious about Yang Yuying.
To be continued...