Chapter 432: Retention
The translation price of Sitong News Agency is similar to that of the Translation Bureau.
Even because most of them are short articles, most of them are just over a thousand words and you can get five yuan, which is even more appropriate.
She was silent for a long time, and Liu Shouyi said:
"You're a student, and it doesn't matter if you can't come here often. The club can assign you tasks to do, and you can take them home to do, or you can bring them in every week."
Liu Shouyi is really optimistic about Lu Miao and wants to keep her.
Lu Miao nodded slightly.
Liu Shouyi thought she agreed, and just as he showed a little smile on his face, Lu Miao said again:
"I need to go back and think about it. Whether I come or not, I will come and tell you, at the latest by the weekend."
"Young comrade, are you dissatisfied with your treatment?"
Liu Shouyi's smile faded, and he frowned and scratched his long, thick stubbled hair, and continued:
"The price for written translation is set by a unified and open standard from above. We cannot compromise on the salary. But if you feel it's not enough, the agency can give you other subsidies, such as tickets or something."
Liu Shouyi tried his best to keep him.
Lu Miao shook his head, smiled warmly, and still indicated that he wanted to go back and think about it.
Liu Shouyi had no choice but to nod and see her out the door.
Watching Lu Miao walk away, Liu Shouyi was silent and followed him for a while.
When Liu Shouyi returned to the newspaper office a short while later, his face was pale.
"Old Zhou, that pig mouth, next time someone comes, don't call him out!"
An old colleague asked:
"Boss, what's going on?"
Liu Shouyi sighed, frowned, and clapped his hands:
"What's going on?! I was just thinking there was a good chance I could keep him here, but now he's gone to the publishing house across the street!"
The translation fees were all about the same, and he had even promised other subsidies, but the girl still didn't agree, saying she needed to think about it carefully.
It must be because he was looked down upon by Lao Zhou just now, and he felt that the people here were difficult to get along with, so he was unwilling to come!
The old employee thought about it and vaguely thought so.
However, nothing is absolute.
Someone said, "Not necessarily. Maybe he wants to see what's going on at the publishing house?"
"I don't think there's any need to worry too much about this. The workload at a publishing house is much heavier than ours, and the requirements are much higher. Even serious translators find it difficult, let alone a student like her."
"Yes, President, people will definitely come to our side!"
After hearing this, Liu Shouyi thought about it silently and agreed that it was true. He felt more at ease.
"Then let's wait and see."
…
On the other side, in the publishing house.
After mutual introductions and a brief understanding, Lu Miao sat down in a corner of the hall.
Holding the handwritten manuscript given by the publishing house, I started the written translation test on the spot again.
The handwriting is densely packed and very tiring to the eyes.
Lu Miao tried hard to clarify every word and treated it seriously at his normal level.
The young girl had a beautiful and clean face. She was wearing a light blue-green jacket with a slightly slim waist and black trousers.
Wherever you sit, you will see a beautiful scenery.
Not to mention her straight back, standard almost right-angle sitting posture and serious expression, which attracted more attention.
Several young comrades from the publishing house passed by and stopped at the corner of the stairs to look around.
Lu Miao worked hard to finish the three pages of handwritten manuscript, nearly five thousand words, before seven o'clock.
After handing in the translation, she looked at the floor and felt dizzy, as she saw scribbled words all over the floor.
"Okay, I've received your manuscript. Go back today."
Zhao Ming, the person in charge, flipped through her translation and nodded with satisfaction:
"It takes a while for the approval to be processed. If you have time on the weekend, you can come back. If you don't have time, just leave your address. The agency will notify you whether it's approved or not."
The publishing house is much larger than the Sibao Press, and its job system is more complex.
Everything should be passed up layer by layer and handled impartially.
Lu Miao had no objection, nodded, and bowed humbly.
Then I rubbed my sore wrist and went out to wait for the bus.
I'm really tired today.
I got up early in the morning and haven't rested since then, and I also had my period.
I can't think about this. When I think about my period, my stomach feels a little bloated and my waist starts to ache.
Lu Miao was exhausted. He took the bus to Qingta Hutong and walked back dejectedly.
It was almost eight o'clock and Fu Jingyou had already returned.
Lu Miao was not at home. Fu Jingyou asked Tang Mei where she had gone, but Tang Mei couldn't tell him.
Fu Jingyou held the child and waited at the entrance of the alley.
Seeing her come back, Fu Jingyou immediately went to greet her.
“Miaomiao!”
Erbao saw his mother and reached out for a hug.
Lu Miao waved his hands dejectedly, not having the energy to hug him.
"Where have you been? Why are you back now?"
It was already pitch dark, and he was worried for a while. He wanted to go out and look for her, but he didn't know where to go.
"Let's go back first. I'm tired."
"good."
Fu Jingyou walked into the yard holding his daughter in one hand and supporting his wife with the other.
In the main room, Tang Mei saw people coming and going, and quickly stood up and said:
"I'll go heat up the food!"
Lu Miao was on his last breath when he went to the bathroom.
When he returned to the room, he lay on the kang and didn't move.
Fu Jingyou sat on the edge of the kang and coaxed her softly:
"Miaomiao, take a break and get up to eat."
Lu Miao turned around and faced away from him, "I don't want to eat."
Fu Jingyou was silent for a moment, put his daughter down, patted her head, and told her to go out and play with her brother.
Then he sat down on the kang, and continued to speak tenderly and softly in a low voice:
"Are you still angry? I promise I won't do that again, okay..."
"No."
Lu Miao interrupted him listlessly, turned around, hid one eye in the pillow, and looked at him with the other eye slightly squinted.
She hooked her small hand around his hand that was resting on the kang and playfully tickled it:
"Brother You, I want to drink soda."
Fu Jingyou shook his head: "No, drink it in a few days."
"I just want to drink it today."
Fu Jingyou still shook his head.
Lu Miao knew that he must know something.
After getting off the kang and checking the door, I found it was indeed empty.
She curled her lips, "It's not unlucky."
Fu Jingyou looked at her and said:
"You can wash my sweaty clothes, but I can't wash your bloody clothes? It's just washing clothes, what's so unlucky about that?"
It's a bit unreasonable to ask Tang Meixi to wash such private things.
Just like the pants he wears.
Usually he either washes it himself or his wife washes it for him.
He is definitely the most suitable person to wash his wife's things.
Fu Jingyou's answer hit Lu Miao's heart.
Lu Miao smiled slightly, feeling a little better.
"I can't take a shower today. Please give me some hot water so I can wipe myself and soak my feet." "I'll do it after dinner."
Lu Miao shook his head, "I'm really tired today and can't eat."
Fu Jingyou noticed her tiredness, touched her face and sighed:
"Then I'll ask my aunt to save some. If you're hungry tonight, I'll heat it up for you."
Lu Miao nodded his chin.
Fu Jingyou went to do it immediately.
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