Meng Xue did not go to the bookstore immediately after breakfast.
Instead, she went to a newspaper office holding the small piece of paper on which she had copied the address yesterday.
Meng Xue walked into the newspaper office.
She saw several tables in the room, with books scattered on them.
Everyone inside was busy with their own things.
Meng Xue boldly asked, "Excuse me, are you hiring a translator here?"
A middle-aged woman wearing black-framed glasses looked up at her.
"Have you ever been abroad?"
Meng Xue shook her head.
The middle-aged woman frowned, "What language do you know?"
Meng Xue said firmly, "Any language is fine!"
The middle-aged woman looked like Meng Xue was only about seventeen or eighteen years old.
I think she is too arrogant.
She knows how difficult foreign languages are, and it would be good enough if she could learn one or two.
She felt that instead of listening to Meng Xue's exaggerated words, it would be better to let her true colors show.
So she took a page of French article from her hand and handed it to Meng Xue.
This is the manuscript she just translated yesterday!
It took her a whole night to translate it.
"Please translate this!"
Meng Xue took the paper and took a look at it, feeling it was very simple.
This is a French prose poem!
"Should I read it? Or write it?"
The middle-aged woman handed her a piece of paper and a pen.
“Write it down!”
Meng Xue took the paper and pen, found an empty seat, sat down and started writing the translation.
Ten minutes later, she handed the paper with the translation to the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman looked at Meng Xue's translation in surprise.
She spent the whole night looking up information and translating the article.
Unexpectedly, Meng Xue finished it in just a few minutes.
Moreover, the terminology was more standard and correct than her translation.
She thought it must be a coincidence and thought Meng Xue happened to be fluent in French.
"Other languages? You can do that too?"
Meng Xue nodded, "Okay!"
The middle-aged woman selected another Russian document and handed it to her.
Meng Xue certainly did not disappoint her.
The Russian article was translated quickly.
The middle-aged woman felt incredible, as if she had found a treasure.
She smiled and held out her hand.
"Hello, let me formally introduce myself. I'm the editor-in-chief of this newspaper, Ding Xiang. You can call me Sister Xiang!"
Meng Xue reached out and shook her hand back, smiling politely.
"Hello, I'm Meng Xue!"
Dingxiang nodded and smiled, her eyes full of admiration.
"Comrade Meng Xue, congratulations on being hired. You can come to work anytime."
Meng Xue smiled back at her.
"Sister Xiang, can I bring my work home? Don't worry, I won't affect my work!"
Dingxiang thought that Meng Xue's translation speed would not affect anything, so she nodded and agreed.
“Are you translating books or prose like this?”
Meng Xue looked at the thick books on her desk and asked curiously, "I wonder, what's the difference?"
Ding Xiang patiently explained, "This kind of essay is 50 cents per piece, and you must submit at least three pieces a week. This kind of book is 20 yuan per book, and you must submit at least one book a month."
"Sister Xiang, what if you translate three books in a month?"
Dingxiang was stunned.
The fastest translator she had seen only translated two books a month.
I feel like the three books are a bit far-fetched.
But I thought that this person was Meng Xue.
She also felt that a miracle might happen to this little girl.
"One book is twenty, three books are sixty!"
Meng Xue thought about it and decided to translate the book.
"Sister Xiang, let me translate the books!"
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