For simultaneous interpreters, four mistakes are already fatal.
Normally, even a small mistake would make Feng Li feel guilty for a long time, let alone four.
He himself had a feeling that what he feared most was what was likely to happen.
Feng Li's mindset began to waver.
Despite some stumbling and difficulty, Feng Li managed to translate this passage.
When it was over, Feng Li looked ashen-faced, as if he couldn't accept that he had made so many mistakes.
The two senior colleagues patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.
It was Zheng An's turn.
He sat in the chair, holding a book, his mind seemingly lost in thought.
"Zheng An!" Ji Yuzhi called out to him solemnly.
"Huh?"
"start."
"Oh, oh, oh."
Zheng An held the book and translated slowly, word by word.
His command of Spanish was already quite mature, so although the translation was slow, it was almost impossible to find any errors.
Feng Li clenched his fists at his sides.
When it came to the English translation, Zheng An licked his lips and gripped the book tightly.
The books were shaking as if they were nervous.
It was common knowledge in the studio that Zheng An's English was poor, so he made a major grammatical error after translating only a few sentences. He also frequently omitted components in subsequent sentences.
Ji Yuzhi's expression was very serious.
When Zheng An finished translating the last sentence, he suddenly realized, "Boss, can I do it again? I was so nervous just now."
"What do you think?" Ji Yuzhi glanced at him. "Let's all go out first."
Zheng An stomped his foot in frustration and then walked out of the conference room.
The light tapping of the pen on the table echoed in the empty conference room. Ji Yuzhi sat in his chair, looking at the points he had been deducted for his mistakes, and finally sighed silently.
"Come in, all of you." Ji Yuzhi beckoned the four people in again.
The others gathered at the door, all waiting for the result.
After announcing the names of the two senior artists, the studio staff cheered enthusiastically.
"The last person who can go to the United Nations for an internship is..." Ji Yuzhi held the paper and paused for a moment: "Feng Li."
To ensure fairness, Ji Yuzhi wrote down every single mistake everyone made and then made the paper public.
Feng Li breathed a sigh of relief.
Zheng An stamped his foot: "What a pity, but it's okay, I can still try to get it from the school."
His mood changed quickly, and he patted Feng Li on the shoulder: "Congratulations, Second Boss."
Feng Li relaxed and smiled, "It was just luck. You shouldn't have made so many mistakes."
"This English has been working against me for quite some time now," Zheng An said, chuckling as he scratched his head.
"Zheng An, come in with me for a moment."
Zheng An's heart skipped a beat, but he still smiled and said, "No way, boss, there's even a loser's counseling program? I don't need it..."
The meeting room door closed in front of everyone.
Ji Yuzhi sat in the main seat with a stern face. Zheng An didn't dare to sit down.
"Speak."
"What are you saying?"
"You know what you should say!" Ji Yuzhi's tone was cold.
Zheng An stared at him for a long time before his playful smile disappeared.
"It seems you knew." Ji Yuzhi tapped the table. "Do you know that you're giving up a very rare opportunity?"
"I know."
"Your English is bad, but not this bad. You think it's noble to give it up so easily? What would Feng Li think if he knew?!"
Ji Yuzhi was really angry this time.
"What he fought so hard for, you just threw away like trash!"
When he gets angry, his voice becomes a few decibels deeper, also to avoid being overheard by those outside; they all keep their conversations low.
But some things you can't avoid just because you want to.
As Zhen Tian watched the takeout arrive, she exclaimed, "Come and eat! I know some of you got it and some of you didn't, but don't be too sad if you didn't get it. There will be other opportunities in the future. Zhizhi will definitely not give up on you easily."
"The after-sales service from this young lady is just too good."
"I'm a little envious of the boss."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
The people have always had a harmonious relationship, so fair competition will not cause any estrangement.
Feng Li watched for a long time without anyone coming out of the office. In order to help Zheng An out of this predicament, he decided to go and call the two of them to dinner.
As he walked to the door, he overheard Ji Yuzhi's words.
Feng Li stood frozen in place, his hand suspended in mid-air.
“No, Yuzhi.” Zheng An called Ji Yuzhi by his name formally for the first time: “I didn’t treat this opportunity as trash; I cherish it very much.”
“You don’t. If you had cherished it, you wouldn’t have done this.”
"Yu Zhi!" Zheng An called his name heavily. "I cherish it very much, really. But Feng Li cherishes it just as much. If I have a talent for learning languages, and Ze Yuan has a good brain, then Feng Li really relies entirely on hard work."
Zheng An hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "I saw it. Feng Li really wants this opportunity. He is eager to improve himself, and as his brother, I can't pretend I didn't see it."
“He will fight for what he should do himself!” Ji Yuzhi strongly disagreed with this so-called compassion.
"Didn't he try?" Zheng An asked Ji Yuzhi in return.
Ji Yuzhi fell silent.
“Yuzhi, I’m also trying. I still have a chance. I’ll try to get the spot in the school selection with you and Zeyuan. I’ll work very hard to get it.” Zheng An licked his lips and sighed, “Don’t tell Feng Li. He deserves it. My English improvement is all thanks to Ali teaching me little by little.”
Feng Li listened to the conversation and had a clear understanding of the topic they were discussing.
The spot he was able to get at the United Nations was given to him by Zheng An through various means.
He wants to give up!
Should he give up?
Feng Li turned and left, walking to the balcony of his studio, where he smoked three cigarettes in a row.
Shortly after he left, the meeting room door opened.
Ji Yuzhi and Zheng An both had calm expressions.
"Come quick! My sister-in-law bought us crayfish and spicy crab."
The group of people in the studio were eating with their mouths covered in oil, all while wearing disposable gloves.
"Here she comes! Did your sister-in-law buy this to comfort me? Waaah, I'm so touched..." Zheng An rushed into the crowd.
Ji Yuzhi looked around: "Where's Feng Li?"
"I just saw him go to the balcony."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Li returned.
As soon as Zheng An saw him, he waved to him and said, "Feng Li, come quick! My sister-in-law bought me some delicious food."
"What do you mean I bought it for you? I bought it for everyone, okay?" Wen Jiujiu retorted.
"It was bought for me." Zheng An squeezed out of the crowd: "Little sister-in-law, to soothe my wounded heart, come quick. It's super delicious."
Is he going to give up? Feng Li stared at Zheng An, pursing her lips.
"What's wrong with you?" Zheng An asked Feng Li, his mouth still greasy.
Should he give up? Of course not!
If we give up, wouldn't we be letting Zheng An down after all his hard work?
"Thanks, bro."
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