On Sunday, the six girls decided to go shopping. Zhao Changan found that Li Lingling was also "bad" by Lu Feifei and the others. She used to ask her to have dinner and talk about things, but every time this clip-on girl said, "Just say something on the phone, it's enough. The flower shop is very busy and I can't leave."

However, today is the weekend, and the business is at its best, but she closed the store and went shopping without changing her face.

Zhao Changan doesn’t have to worry about the following things. This is also the benefit of these girls getting to know each other and becoming good friends. They don’t have to bother Zhao Changan on weekends and holidays. They can make an appointment to go shopping happily together.

On Saturday and Sunday, the employees of Yinanmei were all on a turnover. Zhong Lianwei and Molly made an appointment with Li Qing and Li Li and Yu You. A group of people went for a picnic. Tang Shuang was on duty on Saturday and was at home on Sunday. At this time of morning, delivery, trial machine exhibition, and procurement, these personnel were basically not in the company. Except for the computer room and assembly department, the rest of the places were quiet and there was no trace of people.

Zhao Changan first met Wen Ye, Su Xiangchen, Zhu Rou, Qiu Qi, and these people were still meeting at the company's leadership, and then they entered the process of decision-making on various things.

This was busy until four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the processing was roughly completed. He called Wen Ye and said that he would invite high school English teacher Ni Yawen to dinner in the evening, and asked him if he would go.

Wen Ye's rejection was natural.

"Okay, Teacher Ni and a few classmates also participated. There are a few good-looking single old women and big sisters. It would be a pity if you don't hook up. Women's killer Master Wen."

When Zhao Changan saw that Wen Ye didn't go, he didn't force him, he smiled and prepared to leave.

"Didn't you notice that your influence on the old woman is getting deeper and deeper?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Changan's scalp was numb when he heard this.

“Haha~”

Wen Ye sneered, just not responding.

"Do you know, Li Lingling and the others made a group of female drunkards last night, and they rolled up their sleeves. Guess what I saw? A cinnabar mole was actually on Li Lingling's arm!"

"You go and break the defense."

Wen Ye was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Changan, and clicked on the mouse to see the sales.

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Zhao Changan came to the private room that he had made an appointment with "Cihang Jingzhai". He held a box of Yanghe Daqu and pushed open the door of the private room with his elbow. It was filled with smoke inside. A group of urban men and women were playing mahjong and fighting landlords. At first glance, they were either wearing contact lenses or myopic glasses, which was a very strong academy style.

Seeing Zhao Changan pushing the door and coming in, more than a dozen people stopped and looked at him.

Especially the older sisters who account for two-thirds of the number of people, as Wen Ye said, their eyes lit up.

Zhao Changan felt so bright that he felt furious in his heart.

"Let me introduce it, Zhao Chang'an, you all know a lot, Chang'an, come--"

The excited Ni Yawen came up and grabbed the hand, pulled Zhao Changan, who was a little stiff, and began a long introduction one by one.

When he was in school, Ni Yawen was a famous beautiful and fashionable female teacher in the first high school. After arriving at Mingzhu, she became even more fashionable.

Pony boots, white stockings, hip skirt, V-shaped collar, revealing white and tender collarbone and curve, as big waves as ever,—

"This is Mai Yingying, the president of the Translation Agency."

"I'm holding my hands so tightly. I said that I've been asking Wenwen to come here before but I can't live a life. This time I won't say it anymore, why did I come by myself? It turns out that the husband and wife follow us, and the teacher and student love each other!"

Mai Yingying smiled and joked about Zhao Changan and Ni Yawen.

"The teacher and student are true, but love is not true."

Ni Yawen smiled and continued to introduce her colleagues to Zhao Changan: "This is the talented man Luo Shuming,—"

After three rounds of wine.

"Xiao Liu means that the translation agency can form a cooperative body with a nanometer to jointly spread China's questions to the African people. Our translation agency naturally agrees with both hands and thinks about some ways to implement it, but I don't know what your nanometer has to say?"

Gu Jin

Shortly after the start of school, Mai Yingying received instructions from Liu Changming to negotiate with Yinan to discuss cultural dissemination. However, she contacted Yinan several times, but was dragged back by those who did not have a specific date.

To be honest, Mai Yingying was a little angry when she was dragged, but today she saw the real person Zhao Changan, she was even more handsome and handsome than on the computer and the brochure. The little unhappiness in her heart disappeared.

After all, I am a sister, so I shouldn’t be bothered by my little brother and get angry, right?

"Okay, Sister Mai, tell me."

"Our Chinese culture is profound and profound, with many amazing classic masterpieces, the Book of Songs, the Red Chamber, Journey to the West, Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan lyrics,—"

Mai Yingying talked happily, and a group of colleagues from the translation agency nodded in recognition.

"Smack ~"

After Mai Yingying finished speaking, Zhao Changan applauded in favor. A group of people from the translation agency were stunned at first and also applauded.

“How much does it cost?”

Zhao Changan looked at Mai Yingying enthusiastically.

"It's just publishing a book. The school has already said that the school will pay for the translation at a price of 100 words per yuan. However, the original manuscripts from the translation must be kept in the translation agency. After publishing the book, thirty copies have to be donated to the school library, and every book has to be donated like this."

"One hundred characters per dollar, so cheap?"

Zhao Changan said in surprise: "School Liu is too stingy!"

"No, we originally had the salary paid by the school every month. The water, electricity and office utensils in the offices of the translation agency are provided free of charge by the school. This 100-character dollar can be regarded as our bonus."

Mai Yingying quickly corrected Zhao Changan's misunderstanding.

"Yes, it's already very good!"

"We are actually more of a hobby. We have not made money over the years. After being recruited by the school, we can still get a staffing. What's better than that?"

"Hehe, and we can also take private work, and the school doesn't care."

In these words, Zhao Changan at least saw that their classmates and colleagues were all very united and had a very good personality. He was not the kind of greedy person.

However, these are also easy to understand. Birds of a feather flock together. They have worked together for six or seven years. If their personalities cannot be well connected, this translation agency will not make money. People with dissatisfied personalities and those with greater ambitions will have left long ago.

"I'll add two pieces to you, three pieces for a hundred characters."

The private room suddenly became silent, and more than a dozen people looked at Zhao Changan in surprise.

"No, we need a nanometer investment to publish the book, the money for the translation-"

"Of course, the money for publishing a book is responsible for one nanometer, but this one hundred characters is too little. This is disrespect for the translation and spreading knowledge and culture. - Of course, I don't mean to disrespect Liu's school. The school also has difficulties in the school and is short of funds. - It's just settled, a hundred characters are three yuan, and publishing a book is calculated separately!"

Zhao Changan made the final decision.

In the private room, there was applause again. The more the literary youths in these translation clubs looked at Zhao Changan, the more they liked him.

"When you fall hard, let's go back to the starting point and talk."

Zhao Changan had a smile on his face, but he didn't agree with Mai Yingying's opinion in his heart.

"The Book of Songs, Red Mansions, Journey to the West, Tang, Song, Yuan Song, - You say that unless you have to take the exam, how many other people can read it again?"

However, these passionate young people of literary youths do not let them hit the walls. Even if Zhao Changan is so scattered, they will not be convinced.

That's called reality slapping the face.

Moreover, Zhao Changan didn't mind the temporary failure in this regard at all, because the more he lost, the more he could get from Liu Changming's policy towards one nanometer.
Chapter completed!