Jiang Cheng and a few others left the Hua Family, chatting leisurely as they walked.
"Ms. Jiang Cheng, whenever you’re in our F City, come find me, my treat!"
Manager Qu extended an invitation, but before Jiang Cheng could respond, Manager Guo’s overly sensitive recruiting instincts kicked in immediately.
"What’s there for you to treat! When our shop workers go on business trips, we provide ample travel expenses, so there’s no need to worry about food or lodging."
"We aren’t like you, being so stingy!"
Manager Qu, hearing this, pointed at Manager Guo with disbelief in his tone.
"You? You really provide ample travel expenses? Give me a break!"
"Last time you came to the provincial capital, you were eating steamed buns with cold water, and now you’re pretending to be all extravagant to me!"
Exposed on his previous modesty, Manager Guo reluctantly wanted to prove himself.
"I did that on purpose for you! Otherwise, seeing our shop so wealthy, wouldn’t you be envious!"
Manager Guo insisted on proving their shop’s wealth, while Manager Qu remained doubtful.
Zhao Chengde, being straightforward, thought the two would really start fighting and moved forward to intervene.
Jiang Cheng stopped him and said, "They won’t actually fight."
"Really? They’re practically at each other’s throats."
Jiang Cheng glanced and said, "Is that so? To me, it looks more like a love-hate relationship."
Zhao Chengde: Love-hate relationship? Can that term be used here?
However, Jiang Cheng was indeed right; the two managers didn’t end up fighting.
Not only did they not fight, Manager Guo even took out fifty yuan from his own pocket, giving Jiang Cheng and Zhao Chengde twenty-five each.
As Zhao Chengde looked bewildered, Manager Guo suddenly shouted.
"Alright—Qu Bantu, you tricked me!"
Manager Guo finally realized Manager Qu’s intention.
Two men in their forties chased each other down the street, hollering along the way.
Zhao Chengde blinked.
They argued, and he got money?
Such a surprising feeling!
The group cheerfully returned to the guesthouse, where someone was sitting at the entrance.
"Translator Li?"
Jiang Cheng recognized the person sitting at the entrance was Translator Li, who worked with her on translating the R language.
Translator Li stood up, scratching his head in embarrassment at Jiang Cheng.
"Um—I—I actually—"
Translator Li hesitated.
Jiang Cheng spoke frankly, "We’ve fought in the trenches against little R together, so just say whatever you need."
"Hey!"
"Comrade Jiang, I’d like to learn some translation techniques from you."
Upon Translator Li’s words, Principal Wang and Manager Guo both breathed a sigh of relief.
They thought they were about to encounter another romantic affair today.
Exchanging a glance, the two read a unified message from each other’s eyes: When did they start worrying about Shen Que?
Upon hearing Translator Li’s request, Jiang Cheng didn’t hesitate to reply, "Of course, I can write down the list of books I’ve read, and you can start with those."
"Translation isn’t something you’re new to; there’s no shortcut, just read more, memorize more, and practice more."
Translator Li nodded repeatedly, expressing a lot of gratitude.
He originally thought that skilled people wouldn’t want others surpassing them.
But Jiang Cheng was different.
Translator Li waited downstairs while Principal Wang voluntarily took on the role of companion.
Jiang Cheng headed upstairs and quickly wrote down her book list and some personal insights.
An hour later, Jiang Cheng came downstairs.
Translator Li was already in Principal Wang’s room.
She went over, knocked on the door, and handed the thick stack of paper to Translator Li.
As Translator Li held the paper, he could still feel the wet ink of pen strokes with his hand.
The few pages of paper in hand instantly felt heavier.
"Thank you, Ms. Jiang Cheng."
"No need to thank me; you can copy them when you go back, and if you meet anyone who needs them, you can tell them."
"I will!"



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