Jingyao really tried her best to translate just a little bit.
"this···"
"Ms. Jing, why don't you go to Mr. Du? Maybe he has the talent you're looking for."
The kind that repairs and translates.
If they hadn't mentioned it, Jing Yao would have actually forgotten to ask Du Xingze to borrow someone.
Just as Jing Yao thought of this, the phone interface showed three calls requesting to join.
Duanmu Hao took a look and saw that one was from the Anshi base, one was from the Xinjing Municipal Government Office, and the other one was from the Du Group.
Their applications to join the call were approved one by one, and the big screen soon turned into four interfaces.
Sitting at the Anshi base were He Zhenze and Sun Jun.
On the Du family's side is Du Xingze.
In Xinjing City, it’s Bai Chengyou.
I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but Jing Yao always feels that she sees her grandfather and grandfather on Du Xingze’s side.
"Xiao Jing, long time no see."
He Zhenze on the other end of the phone looked at Jing Yao with great relief.
They all knew about the meeting they had with the research institute.
The reason why I joined this meeting temporarily was because of the notebook in Jingyao's hand.
"I know the notebook in your hand. Xiao Du has someone who is fluent in the language of Country M. There are also old masters in Xinjing City who used to specialize in restoring calligraphy and paintings. Maybe you can ask them to try."
"My people can leave for Xinjing City at any time."
"On my side..."
Bai Chengyou hesitated for a moment, but soon became determined again.
"That's fine on my end."
Jingyao always felt that what her uncle said couldn't be right.
In fact, Bai Chengyou is also a little unreliable.
Those masters who restore calligraphy and paintings stay in the cultural relics institute all year round, don't interact with others, and have very strange tempers.
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