Chapter 46 What good does it do to you to kill others?
After getting up in the morning, Song Youyou sat down at the desk in the room and finished translating the remaining manuscript.
The time she spent immersed in it passed quickly, and by the time she finished writing the last word and put down her pen, it was almost noon.
She quickly packed her things and prepared to go out.
Song Youyou put on her backpack, held a large stack of manuscripts, and went straight to Xinhua Bookstore.
The door of the general manager's office was not locked. As soon as Song Youyou knocked on the door, she was called in.
"Xiao Song is here? Come on, come in!"
The old man who was writing at his desk raised his head and immediately curved his eyebrows and looked kind when he saw the person coming.
When he saw a thick stack of translation manuscripts placed on the desk, the kindness in his eyes suddenly turned into shock.
"Hey, the last time you came here was four or ten days ago, right? You've translated so many manuscripts so quickly?"
"Yes, it's Tian."
Song Youyou nodded slowly and explained:
"As I told you last time, Mr. Lin, I might need a few days' rest after I finish translating this batch of manuscripts, so I thought I'd translate more in advance."
"I remember, I remember, you said you wanted to find time to get married, right?"
Mr. Lin turned his gaze away from the pile of manuscripts and looked at her, saying with some disapproval:
"Comrade Xiao Song, you should rest when you need to rest and relax when you need to relax. Your health is important. Why are you so hard on yourself?"
If it takes a day to translate this pile of manuscripts, the little girl will probably have to work day and night.
It's not a donkey from the production team, so how can it be produced so freely?
Besides, translating foreign languages is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and mentally taxing. How can your body handle such hard work?
"You need to balance work and rest, young man..."
Song Youyou nodded in agreement:
"I have a balance between work and rest. I usually eat and rest normally. Last night I even made time to watch a movie..."
Mr. Lin: “…”
Yes, he almost forgot that the little girl in front of him was a quick, accurate and ruthless translation genius.
The speed of translation is infuriating.
Alas, I am too old to be compared with this weird young man.
"Besides, I want to make money quickly."
Song Youyou thought about it and honestly added another reason.
“…”
Mr. Lin was silenced.
There is a little man roaring in my heart:
You are just a little girl, why are you working so hard to make money!!!
You know, translators are a scarce talent nowadays and they make a lot of money.
Take the pile of information in front of him, for example; it was estimated to be tens of thousands of words.
If we calculate based on 100,000 words, an intermediate translator would earn 50 yuan per thousand words, which is 750 yuan.
This is twice the salary of a strong laborer in other families!
"How much do you need money?"
Mr. Lin muttered the last sigh without noticing.
"Well, I'm really short of money."
What she plans to do in the future will require a lot of money. The money she currently earns from translation will allow her to accumulate start-up capital quickly.
“???” A bunch of question marks appeared above Old Lin’s head.
Short of money?
What kind of money are you short of? You are short of money!
You're almost a millionaire, and you're still short of money?!
Huh? No!
Mr. Lin's expression suddenly changed.
Many stories of young women being cheated out of money by scumbag men flashed through my mind.
"Comrade Xiao Song, I am a few decades older than you, so I've seen and heard more."
"Let me tell you, you can only judge a person by his appearance, not his heart. There are all kinds of people in this world, especially some smooth-talking men who specialize in defrauding women of their money!"
When Mr. Lin spoke, he paid special attention to the expression on Song Youyou's face, fearing that she was being deceived but didn't know it.
Song Youyou laughed: "My boyfriend didn't cheat me of my money. On the contrary, he gave me all his money. If there was any cheating, he would be the one being cheated."
"Oh, yes, I think I heard people talking about it privately. They said your partner is a soldier and his ancestors were also in the military."
Apart from anything else, in today's era, the word "military" represents integrity and reliability.
"Then I'm relieved. Oh, by the way..."
As he spoke, Mr. Lin remembered something, opened the drawer of his desk, and took out an envelope.
"This is your last payment, a total of 100 yuan. The manuscript you translated this time will probably take a week or two to be completed."
Elder Lin patted the pile of things in front of him and thought happily:
The little girl who loves money is still very smart.
Able to work hard.
Since she came, she has been able to do the work of ten people, and the pressure of the translation task has been greatly reduced.
She works to earn money and he completes his tasks, so it's the best of both worlds!
"Thank you, Mr. Lin."
Song Youyou took the envelope and put it in her bag.
Before, when her royalties were 3㨾 per thousand words, she wrote 210,000 words and received a total of 630㨾; when the royalties were raised to 5㨾 per thousand words, she received 620㨾 this time.
Therefore, the total amount of royalties she has received so far is 1,250 yuan.
It was still far from her goal.
"Oh, and here's one more." Elder Lin produced another certificate. "The result of my application to the organization has come through. You're now a translator for the Xinhua Bookstore. Although you won't get a raise or a workstation, no one will send you to the countryside just because you're jobless."
Although this is just an empty title, it is Song Youyou's confidence. Even if she doesn't marry Gu Xiao, no one can drive her to the countryside.
Song Youyou's hand tightened around the certificate. "Then, Mr. Lin, please give me ten more journals to take with me. I can translate them if I have time during the wedding."
“…”
General Manager Lin, who just thought that the girl's love for money and work was very strong, fell silent.
The corner of Lin Lao's mouth twitched:
You are just a little girl of sixty years old! What good does it do to you to crush others?
Despite this, Mr. Lin still happily took her to look for information.
Finally, Song Youyou left Xinhua Bookstore with the newly issued royalties and translator certificate in her pocket and ten journals in her hands.
She first put the things at her home, then took the money and foreign exchange coupons she had bought on the black market and went to the Overseas Chinese Store.
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