The two walked side by side, the atmosphere somewhat subtle. Wenwen secretly glanced at Xu Kuo, her heart pounding. She felt that Xu Kuo was not only brave and upright, but also very mysterious, possessing an irresistible charm that made her want to get closer.
Soon, the two arrived at the door of Secretary Wen's office.
Wenwen gently knocked on the door, and a deep voice came from inside: "Come in."
Wenwen pushed open the door and went inside with Xu Kuo.
In the office, upon seeing Xu Kuo, Secretary Wen's previously furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and a smile spread across his face: "Xu Kuo? What brings you here? Please, have a seat!"
She warmly invited Xu Kuo to sit down and busied herself pouring water, showing no airs of a leader whatsoever.
Xu Kuo didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down in a chair, getting straight to the point: "Secretary Wen, I've come today because I need your help with something."
Upon hearing this, Secretary Wen's face showed a hint of embarrassment.
She sighed softly and pointed to the mountain of documents piled on the table: "Xiao Xu, to be honest, I'm also completely overwhelmed right now. These people are just trying to make things difficult for me! Look at these English manuscripts, they know I can't translate them, but they still deliberately stuff them into my hands. Aren't they just deliberately making things difficult for me!"
Secretary Wen grew increasingly angry as she spoke, her fair face flushed crimson, and her chest heaved violently, clearly deeply disturbed. She knew in her heart that it was those who disliked her who were pulling strings behind the scenes, trying to oust her.
"Xu Kuo, how about... you give these manuscripts to your wife and ask her to translate them for me?" Secretary Wen tentatively suggested, a hint of expectation in her eyes. She was truly at her wit's end and could only place her hopes on Xu Kuo.
Xu Kuo's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. His wife, Jiang Xiuying, was still at home taking care of his elderly mother; how could she have time to translate these things? Wouldn't this be a delay?
"No need to trouble her!" Xu Kuo waved his hand confidently. "I can handle these things!"
He took the document from Secretary Wen and began scanning it quickly.
Secretary Wen stared wide-eyed at Xu Kuo in disbelief.
Even though I had seen Xu Kuo help Jiang Xiuya with translation before, it was just helping out. Could he really finish translating it all by himself?
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