"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to read. You can let people who know how to read it. We translate it into Chinese... you can get a lower salary..." The people next to you didn't want to give up the opportunity to get rich.

Three thousand a month!

"Who do you want to read the words on this to you? Do you know what is drawn on this?" Huang Binhai threw out a copy of the information in Russian. "Whoever can understand it, leave it..."

Everyone stopped talking.

They are almost all illiterate and understand Russian because they are on the border.

"What can I translate if I don't recognize words? What I want is someone who can translate Russian into Chinese and write it down!" Huang Hai was too lazy to talk nonsense, and said unhappy to Yan Zhong, who was responsible for this matter: "Give them two hundred yuan of hardships each."

It is directly a matter of sending away these border farmers who are worthy of high salaries but cannot do it.

These people saw that they had lost such a good opportunity and didn't want to give up, but they really had no choice.

Ignoring literacy is a flaw.

I don’t know many Chinese characters, but I can say that in Russian, but I won’t recognize them.

The boss in front of him, with a golden chain with a thumb-sized neck, a golden watch on his hand, and a golden light in front of him, didn't want everyone, and no one could do anything about it.

It took three months to become a household with tens of thousands of yuan, and it was lost.

Fortunately, it would be quite a lot of money to come and get two hundred yuan.

"Boss, I can be an oral translator. When you deal with the Russians, you must need someone who can understand and speak..." The old farmer was still unwilling to give up, "It doesn't matter if you have less money..."

Blondes are too lazy to talk nonsense.

If you just want oral translation, you don't need them at all.

After sending everyone away, Huang Binhai scolded his subordinates and said sternly: "Yan Zhong, if you can't do it well, just turn it into someone who can't do it! The acquisition of the batch of scrap steel from the Soviet Union and cannot be sold hasn't been settled with you yet!"

Yan Zhong looked bitter: "Boss! It's not that I don't work hard to find a translator, I just want to deal with it. In the entire border, those who read literate were snatched away by Mr. Tan and Mr. Fang and others... We can't find anyone at all. Many of us don't understand Russian, and we also need to translate them even if we collect rags... These are also something we finally get... That batch of scrap iron can really make machine tools, and it has high value..."

"It's very valuable? I spent more than one million! You're looking for someone to sell it! As for translation, don't you know the needs? You can understand words and write. This is a basic requirement? Thank you for your luck in college..." The blonde really wanted to beat someone up.

But he couldn't bear to let it go, this was the first college student to defect to him.

Now they lack Russian translators the most. They need a lot of translators to acquire scrap from the Soviet Union, and at least they can know what they are buying.

The waste paper materials collected before, and the translators who hesitated in the past were old farmers who couldn't read a single word. As long as it was a piece of paper with words on it, they would collect them.

After transporting it back, I looked at a professional staff and found that most of them were useless waste paper.

You should know that in order to receive some high-value things, no matter how the blond hair is charged, the purchase price given to them is 50 cents per kilogram!

Just give two dollars a kilogram if you write it.

The transportation is borne by the Golden Hair.

Hundreds of cars were transported back, almost all of which were useless, and they were piled up in a mess by those bastards...

As a result, many of them are all fucking diaries of the Soviets, and they are basically trivial matters...

Without excellent translations, finding useful information from hundreds of cars is even more damn.

Hongqi Group is responsible for requesting those who receive these, as long as there is valuable information, and if there is no value, there is no value.

Tan Lin looked at the blonde hair, shrugged her shoulders, spreading her hands, and was also helpless: "Mr. Huang, everyone is short of translation, especially Russian translators with professional and technical skills, so they can't even be invited..."

Faced with the blonde's request for help, Tan Lin also had no choice.

Better translations have been online long ago.

They also looked for people across the country, but it was useless. Most of them were taken away by the Hongqi Group.

"Mr. Tan, I really can't do anything about it. Borrow some people to give it to me. If you get 60% of the profits in me, I will only keep 40% of the profits!"

The blonde was ruthless.

If there are no professional and technical personnel, the more acquisitions you will lose.

Although it is impossible to lose money, no matter how high the price of Soviet waste paper, as long as he has a piece of technical information, he can buy countless waste paper from car skins.

From the domestic transportation of light industrial products to the Soviet Union, the price increased several times.

If you directly exchange light industrial products for waste paper materials, the cost of one kilogram will be negligible.

The key is whether a lot of information is useful, he doesn't know, and they are all piled up there.

Seeing Kingsoft helplessly but unable to cash in, how could he not be overwhelmed?

Who is willing to give up the opportunity to make a fortune?

Tan Lin shook his head directly and smiled bitterly: "If someone provides me with it, I will give you 30% of the profits for the projects you provide!"

The profits that Tan Lin did were much higher than the profits of Golden Fat’s acquisition of rags.

He is willing to give 30% of the profit, but he can imagine how short of people is.

On both sides of the border, whether it is the Soviet Union who understands Chinese or the Russian Chinese who understands Russian, those who can recognize and write have long been recruited by various tyrants at high prices, and those who leave behind are all those who don’t know a single word.

Even young illiterate people, as long as they can communicate without barriers, were recruited.

Translations with professional skills such as machinery are even more scarce on this border, and are probably less than Siberian tigers.

Those people are all serving the jobs.

"Or why don't you go to Mr. Fang to ask?"

Tan Lin sent Huang Blonde to find Fang Qiang and Yang Tao.

Both of them had business dealings with the Soviet Union and had a large number of translators under them.

Even Tan Lin envied the translators under the couple for their young, educated, and brave. Many of them knew Russian by themselves and did not need to lead a translator...

With Xie Kai's financial support, and Fang Qiang originally had a good foundation in this area, a large number of Russian-speaking personnel near the border were recruited by Fang Qiang.

"I don't care how difficult it is for you. I just want to be a human being, as long as I have culture and know technology translation! I give you money, just to ask you to find a translator with professional skills and knowledge. Don't find me some old farmers to fool..."

When Huang Jinhai arrived at the place where Lao Fang and his wife were, outside the yard filled with various mechanical equipment, he heard the hysterical roar of the originally gentle and sophisticated woman.

A group of people came out from it. When the blonde saw that it was the group of people who had given him two hundred yuan before...

The group of people obviously noticed him, so they quickly left.

What you hear and see makes the blonde start to lose hope.

But he didn't want to just return empty-handed.

"Big Gold Teeth, are you busy collecting waste paper? What are you going to do here to make?" After Yang Tao drove away the old farmers, the golden hair came before she could calm down, so naturally she didn't have anything to be angry.

Blonde hair was a little afraid of Yang Tao, but for the sake of profit, he could only muster up the courage: "Sister Tao, I want to borrow some translation..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the sharp voice of Yang Tao.

"Translator, you ask me to borrow a translation? Don't you know that I'm also looking for a translator all over the world? You bastard, you mess around!"

When asked Huang Jinfa, he wanted to translate, Yang Tao's voice suddenly increased by eight times.

When a gentle woman turns into this, it shows how embarrassed she is.

"Sister Tao, I can't do anything either. Those damn bastards don't even recognize many of them, and the information they collected is messy... Hundreds of cars are mixed together, and they can't tell which ones are useful or what they are useless. I want to get them all back to the paper mill, but I'm afraid that the valuable things inside will be ruined, so I won't be able to explain to Mr. Xie at that time..."

After Huang Blonde came into contact with the things he acquired, he realized that Xie Kai told him why collecting rags was a way to make money.

To collect junk, you have to receive things with high recycling value at a low price.

Now the first batch of hundreds of trucks of waste paper has been shipped back, and the warehouse cannot be piled up, so it just piled up outside.

Most of the information really cannot tell which ones are valuable and which ones are not valuable.

His men found hundreds of people who knew Russian, but their level was too poor, and few of them could recognize words...

"Da Jinya, you are rich and powerful, and you are doing well. You can pay 3,000 yuan a month to find a Russian translator..."

Fang Qiang, who had not spoken, said in a bad tone next to him.

"Mr. Fang, I have no choice but to use it... my subordinates are useless. I will collect millions of scrap iron and cannot be sold, and the waste paper will not be collected... I can't find a suitable translation and I can't divide the information, so I will be troublesome... I have lost money and some of the information is destroyed. I can't explain it to Mr. Xie..."

The blonde hair was lifted out again Xie Kai.

"Don't you use Xie Kai to suppress me! Don't say that you are not his subordinates, but his subordinates want to deal with you, he won't say anything! Look at the mess you do, and translate it to three thousand. There are thousands of translators under my command, and the highest one is only 800-1200. Are you trying to steal people?" Lao Fang stood up with murderous intent.

"How dare I..." The blonde smiled very dry.

He did have this idea.

Lao Fang stood up and prepared to attack the golden.

Seeing Lao Fang's attitude, Huang Jinfa wondered whether he would fight back.

If you fight back, it seems that you can't beat Fang Qiang.

"Oh, you're very lively!"

When Lao Fang was about to take action, a familiar voice floated in from outside the door.

"In-law, why are you here?" Yang Tao and the others were surprised that Xie Kai suddenly appeared.

Looking outside, I followed several murderous security guards.

"I said to my in-laws, you don't even say anything when you come here. We can go and pick you up. Don't say that we are not well-received..."

Yang Tao didn’t know what Xie Kai came to do.

Xie Kai won't compete with them for business.

"There are nowhere to be found in your yard..." Xie Kai sighed deeply.

Not to mention the yard, the room is filled with messy equipment.

"This is not enough warehouses? Anyway, this is just a place to stay... You came just right, we haven't had a good meal in a long time, and they made a croaker last night..."

The equipment and materials transported from the Soviet Union were piled up at the port before the buyer was found. As long as they were transported back, they would be considered their own.

There are too many things and few warehouses, so no one can do it.
Chapter completed!