There was a middle-aged man wearing a watch and a pen on his chest, who looked like a government employee, and there was also a farmer carrying two large bags of fertilizer filled with unknown things.

The small minibus with a capacity of eleven people was crammed with no less than twenty people. Many of them brought their own stools and sat in the aisle between the two rows of seats.

"Let's go!"

The driver greeted me, started the car skillfully and drove forward.

When the engine started, many people sitting on the stools were shaken, and the carriage was suddenly in chaos, with everyone cursing.

"Master, could you please slow down a bit?"

"Seriously, I've made my new clothes dirty today..."

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Du Wanying smiled as she listened. This person was obviously from Sichuan and Chongqing. His words were unpleasant, but they sounded quite funny.

The minibus is running happily on the road. Why do we say it is running happily?

Nowadays, even the roads from the county to the city are not made of cement or asphalt.

Instead, it is paved with a kind of weathered powdered stone from the mountain, and the stones make a "crunching" sound when cars drive over them.

For a moment, Du Wanying couldn't tell whether the noise was because the car was old and worn or because the wheels were pressing on the stones.

However, the passengers in the car are also accustomed to the bumpy road conditions. Only when there is an occasional big pothole that causes the car to be thrown to one side and the wheels to fly up, will they collectively make a "fuck" sound.

Sitting in the car, Du Wanying endured the discomfort and began to plan the purpose of her trip to the city.

Although Du Wanying was not a top student in her previous life, she had considerable talent in languages.

In addition to the required English, in order to watch Korean and Japanese dramas, Du Wanying also taught herself Korean, Japanese, German and other languages, and her level is quite good.

In her previous life, she relied on taking on some small translation and temporary jobs to save a considerable amount of money compared to a college student.

This time when I go to the city, I will see if there is any part-time translation job available.

In this way, the minibus swayed all the way to the city.

The journey that only took an hour in the previous life took this minibus three and a half hours.

After getting off the bus, Du Wanying took her third brother straight to Xinhua Bookstore.

At this time, because China and the United States had just established diplomatic relations and the country had just emerged from a turbulent period, translation talents were the most scarce talents for the country at that time.

On the one hand, there are countless foreign publications waiting to be translated; on the other hand, not many ordinary people can recognize all the characters of their native Chinese language, let alone foreign languages.

Therefore, the upper echelons could only distribute some unimportant journals to various places and promise high salaries.

This can not only alleviate the embarrassment of insufficient translation talents at the upper level, but also discover some translation talents among the people.

If you want to know where is the easiest place to get in touch with these hidden folk translation talents, Xinhua Bookstore, as the largest state-owned bookstore, is the place with the strongest bookish atmosphere and is undoubtedly the best platform.

Therefore, Xinhua Bookstores in general areas or special zones all serve part-time as publishing platforms for this type of translation tasks.

"Third brother, I'm going to the Xinhua Bookstore. Do you want to come in with me or just wander around outside?"

"My parents asked me to follow you to protect you."

The third brother looked to the side and scratched his head as he spoke.

Du Wanying burst out laughing when she saw this. "Third brother, if you want to go out for a walk, go ahead. You can't concentrate on reading the books here anyway. I'll probably stay here all afternoon."

Although the urban area is currently the same as the county town, with gray buildings all over and no tall buildings, it is still much more prosperous than the county town.

Du Wanying was dismissive of this, but for her third brother, who was visiting the city for the second time, she was still quite curious.

"Really? Then don't wander around, little sister. I'll be back soon."

"Go, but remember not to cause trouble." Du Wanying turned into Du's mother and gave her third brother some instructions.

After seeing off her third brother, Du Wanying turned and walked towards the Xinhua Bookstore. As soon as she entered the bookstore, she was greeted by a fragrance, which was the smell of ink mixed with sandalwood.

Du Wanying thought to herself, "Maybe this is the scholarly air?"

"Hello, do you want to buy any books?"

Standing at the counter were two middle-aged women, wearing khaki Mao suits, with ponytails and two pens in each upper pocket.

"Hello, I'd like to ask if there is any translation work available here?"

"translate?"

The two shop assistants looked at Du Wanying, who was only in her teens, in shock.

"Yes, I know some foreign languages, and I'd like to see if I can find some work here."

"Please wait a moment." One of the short clerks unconsciously used honorifics, then turned and ran to the office inside the store.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a black Mao suit and large black-rimmed glasses followed the clerk out.

He walked up to Du Wanying and looked her up and down, then asked the clerk, "Where is the person who wants to be the translator?"

"Director Sun, this is... this little girl in front of me."

Director Sun was so shocked that his glasses slipped down. Then he pushed up his black-framed glasses and asked Du Wanying, "What's your name? Do you know foreign languages?"

Director Sun couldn't help but be surprised. Most of the translators these days are old scholars who studied abroad when they were young. As for young people, this is the first time he has seen such young people in all his years as a bookstore director.

"My name is Du Wanying, and I learned some from the elders in my family."

"What foreign languages ​​do you know?"

Du Wanying had already thought of the answer and blurted it out in English.

It's not that she doesn't want to say more, but if she says she knows multiple foreign languages ​​now, it won't just shock the other person, she might be dragged down and investigated for eight generations.

Director Sun nodded: "Very good, come in with me."

Director Sun took Du Wanying to an office and handed her a short English manuscript.

"We need to do a test to see your level."

Du Wanying took the manuscript and took a look. It was just an article of two or three thousand words, which was an analysis of some domestic economic conditions in the beautiful country.

This was a piece of cake for Du Wanying. She then asked Director Sun, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Director Sun handed her a Hero brand pen and a stack of manuscript paper.

Then he said, "You try it first. I'm in the office next door. Come to me when you're done."

Du Wanying immediately sat down and began to write quickly on the manuscript.

Forty minutes later, Du Wanying knocked on the door of the office next door.

Director Sun opened the door and looked at Du Wanying with a puzzled look: "What's wrong? Xiao Du, is it a little difficult? Don't worry, if you can't finish the translation, you can have lunch with us at noon."

"No, Director Sun, I've already translated it. Please take a look."

Du Wanying handed the manuscript paper in her hand to Director Sun, who looked confused.