Chapter 41

When she arrived at the entrance of the event venue, Zheng Chengfei came to pick her up.

"Goddess Jiang, I'm here to pick you up."

"Where's Shi Ye?"

"He's incredibly busy. Professor Wen is going to give a speech soon, and he's his assistant. The organizers have a lot of things to coordinate with him."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Zhinian felt a little guilty.

She actually caused trouble for Shi Ye because of her jealousy.

I followed Zheng Chengfei to the back row of the venue and sat down. I happened to see a girl from a few rows in the front turned her head.

It's the one who came to challenge me this morning.

Jiang Zhinian leaned over to Zheng Chengfei and whispered to him, "Do you know who that girl is? She has long, straight black hair and is wearing a beige coat..."

"Oh, you're talking about Wen Xinyu." Zheng Chengfei glanced at her. "She's Shi Ye's mentor and Director Wen's daughter. What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing, just looks familiar."

"When she was in high school, she often came to our school to look for Shi Ye. Everyone in our dormitory knew her. At first, I thought she was Shi Ye's sister."

"They have a good relationship, right?"

"Well, it's hard to say whether it's good or not. Anyway, Shi Ye doesn't bother her. You know, Shi Ye always has a sour face towards everyone, oh, except you."

Zheng Chengfei was a shrewd man, so he naturally understood Jiang Zhinian's expression. "Don't worry, they're fine. I only heard about it later. Director Wen and Shi Ye's mother were classmates, and when Shi Ye was a child, he was often taken care of at Director Wen's house."

She must have believed in Shi Ye. Otherwise, based on their relationship over the years and their parents' friendship, they would have been together a long time ago and she would have nothing to do with it.

But I still care a little.

During the years when she herself was struggling, she was the one who always stayed by Shi Ye's side.

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"Teacher Wen, you're looking for me." When Shi Ye was called over by Wen Zhao, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Shi Ye, the English version of the manuscript is gone."

At international conferences like this, there is usually a simultaneous interpreter at the venue when a speech is given in Chinese. However, because it is a medical forum, the simultaneous interpreter may not be able to immediately react to many unfamiliar professional terms. Therefore, the conference will require the speaker to provide an English manuscript for translation reference.

In order to ensure confidentiality, the manuscripts are printed out on site by the speaker and handed over to the translator upon arrival at the venue.

"I just went to print a manuscript and found that my computer was infected with a virus. Even the USB drive plugged into it is no longer usable."

Wen Zhao also felt very upset. Why were things going wrong one after another recently? The computer was clearly working fine before he came.

Fortunately, to be on the safe side, he had encrypted the Chinese version and sent it to the conference organizer in advance, and had also printed several copies and put them in a file bag for his own use, otherwise it would have been troublesome.

Shi Ye took the computer and quickly checked it: "What about the translator? Can you give him the Chinese manuscript and ask him to translate it quickly?"

"It's too late. I'm next."

In such large-scale meetings, the order of speeches is very particular and cannot be changed just for you.

After confirming that the computer was infected with a virus, Shi Ye looked at the speaker who was giving a speech on the stage and comforted him, "Teacher, don't worry, I will be your supplementary translation."

"You...ah, yes, you must have remembered the contents of the English manuscript, but you have to go on stage to do the simultaneous interpretation. Is that okay with you?"

Wen Zhao naturally knew that his student had a photographic memory, he was just afraid that he would get stage fright since it was his first time attending such a big event.

Shi Ye raised his eyes to look at the stage, the arc at the end of his eyes was sharp and calm: "Come on, teacher, it's your turn."

Zheng Chengfei was giving Jiang Zhinian a brief introduction to what the boss on the stage had said. When he looked up, he saw Shi Ye standing aside with a headset on.

It looks like a bilingual report is required.

"What's going on..."

Jiang Zhinian didn't know what was going on: "What's wrong?"

"Why did Shi Ye come up to be the translator?"

"Will there be any problems?" Jiang Zhinian was a little nervous.

Zheng Chengfei scratched his head. "Actually, there's no problem. It's just that in such a large-scale event, especially an international one, if something goes wrong, it would be extremely embarrassing. Most people don't have the mental capacity to make such a last-minute arrangement at a shopping mall."

Jiang Zhinian breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but she had an inexplicable trust in Shi Ye and felt that he could do it.

After the report began, Wen Zhao, wearing a suit and glasses, stood in front of the big screen and spoke impromptu, while Shi Ye, wearing a headset, kept a close eye on the progress of the teacher's report and provided simultaneous translation at the appropriate time.

Although Jiang Zhinian couldn't hear Shi Ye's voice clearly, he could see his calm demeanor from his expression and body language.

There's no sign that they were pulled up there temporarily.

He didn't even need a Chinese manuscript; he could translate without a script, as if he was giving a full report in English.

Jiang Zhinian seemed to see Shi Ye a few years later, standing at an international conference and speaking eloquently about his latest research results.

I just don’t know if the person sitting in the audience at that time would still be me.

After the report, thunderous applause broke out from the audience. Shi Ye took off his headset and applauded his teacher to express his congratulations.

Wen Zhao stepped down from the stage and patted Shi Ye's shoulder excitedly.

"I'm sorry for you today."

Shi Ye said seriously, "Teacher, I only did a trivial thing. The honor you received today is the result of your hard work and research over the past ten years."

After hearing this, Wen Zhao had tears in his eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

"Shi Ye, if your mother saw you today, she would definitely be very pleased."

Shi Ye lowered his head and smiled, saying in an ambiguous tone, "Maybe."

The two left the backstage, and Shi Ye took the computer infected with the virus in his hand.

"Teacher, since you left the room, this computer has left your hand several times."

Wen Zhao thought for a moment, "Once during breakfast. After arriving at the venue, I was dragged away to take some promotional photos. The staff held it for me once, but the rest of the time, it was always in my hands."

Shi Ye's eyes swept across the backstage and confirmed the locations of several surveillance cameras: "Don't make this matter public for now. I'll find a way to get evidence first."

"You think..."

"Ever since you were reported for throwing knives, I've felt like someone was specifically targeting you."

"But what do those who target me want?" He was just a small doctor and didn't have any enemies.

"Not necessarily. Maybe he wants to take your place in the report, or maybe it's just pure psychological revenge. It's hard to say."

Shi Ye checked his phone, as if waiting for some news.

"Someone's looking for you?"

Shi Ye thought for a moment and said, "My... my wife is at the conference. I'm thinking about where to take her for dinner."

Wen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at Shi Ye: "I never asked you about this before. Does that girl... know about you?"