If you miss this opportunity, no one knows when another chance for promotion will come.

Lin Chuchu couldn't help but laugh. "Minister, Comrade Xu didn't do it on purpose. Since he can recite it from memory, let him. He can write from front to back, and I can write from back to front. That way, we can be faster."

Upon hearing this, the minister agreed that it made sense, but wondered if Old Xu had really memorized it in such a short time. He gave Old Xu a suspicious look.

"Since Comrade Lin has pleaded for you, then you should try to recite it from memory first. If you do well, I won't report it; I'll just issue a reprimand in the Research Department."

This was his biggest concession.

Lin Chuchu returned to her office with a strange smile on her face.

She didn't plead for him; she didn't believe he also had a photographic memory.

Tsk tsk, she's waiting for the other person to get criticized.

Old Xu also entered the office, holding a pen in his hand, but found that his hand was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

My heart is pounding with anxiety and my mind is in turmoil. Some things I just remembered have now been completely forgotten.

What should we do? What was the first sentence again? Which paragraph does the twelfth sentence connect to?

Even with the fan on in the room, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Time ticked by, and only a few words had been written on the paper on the table.

No, this can't go on. He started writing furiously, scribbling whatever came to mind, not caring whether it made sense or not.

He only put down his pen when he ran out of words.

He felt that what he wrote down was all the key points and the meaning was roughly the same, so unless Lin Chuchu read it herself, no one else would be able to spot the mistakes.

After lingering for a while, Lao Xu finally left the office.

He handed the manuscript to the minister, who took it and read it bit by bit, his face growing darker and darker.

With a slap, he threw the paper at Lao Xu's face. "Do you think you're writing an essay? This is utter nonsense. Look at what you've written!"

Do you really think he's a minister who's just sitting around doing nothing?

He had read the English manuscript; although he couldn't know the exact content, he understood the general meaning.

Old Xu trembled with fear, his eyes avoiding the minister's gaze.

The minister took a deep breath, his eyes turning cold and sharp. "Go back to your room. Don't come to work unless I give you a call."