Zhong Fan looked at the confident Jiang Cheng in front of him.
"I hope what you said is true."
Jiang Cheng’s expression remained confident, unfazed by the other’s skepticism.
"Guaranteed!"
After speaking, Jiang Cheng took out a thick stack of papers from his bag.
"These are the manufacturers I’ve visited over the past few days. This contains the basic information about their exhibition products."
"I’ve annotated it in eight languages, which you can refer to if needed, but it’s okay if you don’t need to."
Zhong Fan lowered his head, took the information, and flipped through one page, two pages.
He became increasingly amazed as he read.
They also had their own data, but it was nowhere near as detailed as this one.
More importantly, this young lady in front of him annotated all the difficult and obscure terms in eight languages by herself.
And she handed over such useful information that she could understand better than anyone else.
"You—"
Zhong Fan looked up and saw a radiant and dazzling smile on Jiang Cheng’s face.
"Translation is the first door for Hua Xia to engage with the world. We are a team, and when foreign guests are present, we are all under Hua Xia."
Zhong Fan was shocked inside and out by Jiang Cheng’s words.
Whatever dissatisfaction he had in his heart dissipated, turning into admiration.
"Thank you for the information."
"You’re welcome."
Jiang Cheng stepped aside and stood behind Zhong Fan.
Zhong Fan led the group into the hall of the trade exchange.
It was very tall and large.
About seven meters high, the space was rectangular.
At the entrance was a huge circular platform, with colorful fabrics hanging on the side facing the door.
There was a post in the middle of the round platform.
Centered around the circular platform, looking to the left, there were four rows of booths, each row with about twenty to thirty booths, varying in size.
To be honest, it looked a bit like a high-end rural market.
Similarly, there were four rows of booths on the right, also varying in size, all filled with goods.
In total, there were over two hundred booths in the venue, but they didn’t have a single one from City S.
Jiang Cheng felt a little embarrassed.
"Our translation area is here."
Zhong Fan pointed to the left side of the main door, where a multilingual translation sign was hanging.
It was called a translation area, but it was essentially a cordoned-off section with chairs and tables, where anyone needing translation could come and find someone.
"We will wait here, or we can walk around on our own, providing translation when needed, but make sure to pay attention to words and etiquette."
After emphasizing again, Zhong Fan distributed the information prepared by Jiang Cheng to everyone.
The handwritten papers made a rustling sound in their hands.
All the translators looked at Jiang Cheng, who gracefully nodded and smiled at everyone who made eye contact with her.
The male translator who had criticized yesterday suppressed the complaints on his lips upon seeing the information.
She did indeed produce something noteworthy, but so what?
Translation is good enough if it’s close enough, right?
Pretending to glance at it a few times, the man placed the information on the table.
Jiang Cheng noticed.
In her mind, she matched the man’s description to Li Chunxiang’s words.
After a quick scan, Jiang Cheng got up to find Zhong Fan.
"Zhong Fan, can I go out and take a walk?"
"Now? The foreign guests haven’t arrived yet."
Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "I know, I just want to familiarize myself with the route."
"Alright, it’s best to report back once every hour, though it’s not necessary when foreign guests are present, but remember to return and register what you’ve done, understood?"
"Understood!"
Just to sign in, right.
To prevent someone from slacking off.

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