Even so, Lin Chuchu was very slow at first, and by the time Sister Wang came in with her lunchbox at the end of the workday, she still hadn't translated a single document.

Sister Wang put the lunchbox on the stove to heat it up, wanting to remind her to eat, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

By 8 p.m., Lin Chuchu's eyes were starting to blur, and she knew she couldn't continue.

Fortunately, at this time, the most difficult manuscript was also translated.

The space statistics show 12,000 words, and Lin Chuchu's hand ached from writing.

Seeing Lin Chuchu put down her pen, Sister Wang quickly came in, opened the lunchbox, and said, "Chuchu, eat first. We can finish the rest tomorrow. We can't finish all the work in one day."

"Okay," Lin Chuchu took the chopsticks, but found her hands were trembling, so she switched to a spoon.

Sister Wang took out another can of beef, and Lin Chuchu looked at her curiously.

"This was sent by Section Chief Song."

Lin Chuchu nodded, mechanically eating her food while glancing up at the manuscript on her lunchbox to check for any errors.

She flipped through the manuscript page by page, and after she finished reading it, Sister Wang carefully placed it face down on a stack of papers to the side.

This is Lin Chuchu's habit, and it does improve efficiency.

Upon discovering an error, Lin Chuchu immediately picked up a pencil and marked it.

I'll have to copy it again later.

After Lin Chuchu finished checking everything and copied all the erroneous manuscripts, it was almost nine o'clock.

After finishing writing, Sister Wang clipped the entire manuscript together.

The manuscript is quite thick, and the numbering at the bottom has been checked.

Lin Chuchu stretched, the hardest part was done, and there was still a lot of other work to do tomorrow.

The two left the translation department and said goodbye to the person on duty.

Winter is cold, and when the cold wind blows, my mind becomes much clearer.

The next day, Lin Chuchu arrived at the office early. She planned to complete more of the simple tasks that day and then tackle the more difficult ones later.

Every now and then, Sister Wang would come in to help her organize the manuscripts, and of course, she would check them to make sure there were no problems.

Lin Chuchu didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch or dinner; instead, Sister Wang brought back the food.

Today's delivery included canned fruit and a sausage.

Lin Chuchu ate expressionlessly. She seemed to have found a way to get freebies, but it was too tiring.

In one day, Lin Chuchu translated a total of fifteen manuscripts, making it sixteen when added to yesterday's translation.

On the third day, I was lucky and translated a total of 18 documents, finishing all the simple ones.

At this point, a total of 33 documents had been translated, with four days remaining and 27 documents to be translated.

After quietly doing the math, I think there should be enough time.

By the evening of the seventh day, Lin Chuchu had the last draft in her hand.

At that moment, she was carefully checking and didn't notice that there were several people standing outside.

The leader, the political commissar, Old Song, Sister Wang, and several colleagues on duty.

"Old Song, do you really think Chu Chu can finish translating this?"

Old Song chuckled softly, about to light a cigarette, but remembering that this was the translation department, he tucked the cigarette back behind his ear.

"Didn't you see? Chu Chu has the last one."

Yes, everyone saw it, but it's really hard to believe that 60 manuscripts were completed in just seven days?

That girl practically lived in the office; she was working herself to the bone, desperately trying to complete her tasks.