In Beijing, Mr. Gong’s office is on the top floor of the library in the city center.
When Song Shishi arrived, Mr. Gong was not there.
The assistant said that Mr. Gong was still in a meeting and would be back soon, so he asked Song Shishi to wait in Mr. Gong's office for a while.
Sitting alone in the office, Song Shishi did not move, but just looked around Mr. Gong's office.
Compared with Mr. Xie's office, Mr. Gong's office is much more luxurious.
The sofas, coffee tables, bookcases, etc. are all better used by Mr. Xie.
There seemed to be a few certificates of honor and trophies on the bookshelf, but Song Shishi couldn't see clearly what the awards were.
"Xiao Song, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming here today? Did you wait for a long time?"
Song Shishi was just about to get up to see what it was when the office door was pushed open from the outside.
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At the same time, Mr. Gong’s enthusiastic voice was also heard.
Hearing the voice, Song Shishi stood up and went to greet him.
"I didn't wait long. Something happened at home during my day off. I thought about coming here today, but I forgot to tell you in advance."
Mr. Gong waved his hand to show that he didn't care.
"It's just right that you came here today. What I want to tell you is what we just discussed in the meeting."
Mr. Gong slowly made tea for Song Shishi.
"What is it that you need to tell me in person?"
"Don't worry, have some tea first."
I originally thought that Mr. Gong wanted to wait until the tea was brewed before talking about business, but Song Shishi had already drunk two cups of tea and Mr. Gong kept chatting.
After a while, there was a knock on the office door.
"Mr. Gong, this is the royalties for Colleague Song during this period."
Mr. Gong's assistant came in with an envelope and a piece of paper.
Mr. Gong took the list and glanced at it. "Please check if the amount is correct. If there is no problem, please sign it."
As he spoke, Mr. Gong handed the list to Song Shishi.
Song Shishi had already calculated the amount of the royalties herself, so she just took a quick glance at it and signed to confirm it.
The assistant handed her the envelope and went out with the list.
"Boss Gong, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly."
It was rare to see Mr. Gong so hesitant about something. Song Shishi was afraid that he might have some concerns, so she spoke first.
"In recent days, we have received a notice from above that we will no longer be able to pay for translation work. In the next two months, all cities and counties will gradually stop sending out translation work."
After Mr. Gong finished speaking, he looked directly into Song Shishi's eyes.
Song Shishi then remembered that she seemed to have heard of this matter in her previous life, but she was not doing translation work at that time, so she had no impression of it.
If Mr. Gong hadn't mentioned it today, she would never have remembered it.
"I understand. It doesn't matter. Since it's the arrangement from above, we just follow it."
When Mr. Gong heard what Song Shishi said, he knew that she had misunderstood him, so he said, "Although we can't pay royalties, we can pay salaries."
"What I mean is, you can work as a translator in our library and I'll pay you a salary every month. What do you think?"
Mr. Gong still values talents like Song Shishi.
The girl is sensible and motivated. Now she is valued by Mr. Xie and works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The sooner you recruit this kind of talent, the more benefits you will get.
part time?
Is this still possible?
"But you know, I'm working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs now. I'm not sure if my boss would allow us to do this. I have to ask Mr. Xie first before I can give you an answer."
It doesn’t matter if she can’t make money from translation, but she can’t lose her job because of this.
She still really wants to study with Mr. Xie.
Mr. Gong had anticipated Song Shishi's answer and expressed his full understanding.
"In fact, I have already informed Mr. Xie about this matter a long time ago. If he didn't agree, I wouldn't be able to tell you this.
But it's also your responsibility to talk to Mr. Xie yourself.
You don’t have to be here all day, it’s still the same as before, but the person who will be in charge of your work will be replaced by my assistant to prevent important information from being leaked.”
"Thank you for your care and understanding. I will go back today. We will contact each other when there is a reply."
Mr. Gong is still very caring towards Song Shishi, and Song Shishi naturally knows this.
She had something else to do later, so it was inconvenient for her to continue chatting with Mr. Gong, so she had to get up and say goodbye.
"Since you have something to do, let's make an appointment next time."
"good."
After leaving Mr. Gong, Song Shishi looked at the time. It was already half past five.
She quickly entered the mall, bought some gifts, and prepared to take the bus to the compound.
We spent a long time at Mr. Gong's place, and it was already six o'clock when we finished buying things. I don't know if Aunt Fu and the others were getting impatient waiting for us.
Song Shishi was a little anxious. She glanced at her watch from time to time, then looked at the direction the bus was coming from.
Just as she was looking, a car stopped in front of her.
The car window opened, revealing Meng Xunzhou's face.
"Shishi, get in the car."
Song Shishi was stunned and looked at the car in front of her again.
She opened the car door and got in, asking in confusion, "Whose car are you driving?"
"Borrowed from the leader."
Meng Xunzhou reminded Song Shishi to fasten her seat belt, smiled and took the gift bag from her hand and put it in the back seat.
"Didn't I tell you not to buy these? Why did you buy so much?"
Although he complained, his face was full of smiles.
Song Shishi pouted slightly, "Then I can't come empty-handed, it would be so ugly."
Meng Xunzhou looked straight ahead, and after hearing her say that, he reached out and touched her head, as if to comfort her.
"If you ask me, you understand my parents' preferences better than me and Xiaoqi."
After being praised by Meng Xunzhou, Song Shishi's aggrieved mood calmed down.
"If Xiaoqi hears you saying this, she will definitely quarrel with you."
Meng Xunzhou smiled but said nothing.
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The car slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Meng family's courtyard. Meng Xunzhou got out of the car first, then ran to the passenger side to open the door for Song Shishi.
"Is your foot feeling better?"
Seeing Song Shishi stepping on the ground easily without showing any expression of pain, Meng Xunzhou still asked a question.
"Yesterday the old Chinese doctor next door gave me a bottle of medicinal wine, which was quite effective. When I woke up in the morning, the pain was not as severe. I applied it again in the morning, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Meng Xunzhou nodded and took the gift Song Shishi bought from the back seat of the car.
"Old Chinese doctor?"
Song Shishi didn't want to hide it from Meng Xunzhou, so she told him roughly what happened yesterday.
Meng Xunzhou listened with a frown. Just as he was about to say something, the courtyard door opened from the inside.
"Xunzhou, why don't you bring Shishi into the house? What are you talking about standing outside for so long?"
Fu Shuxian walked up to Song Shishi, held her hand, then turned around and began to scold Meng Xunzhou.
The whole family is waiting, and the two young people are still flirting at the door. How many secrets do they have to tell each other?
Meng Xunzhou laughed when he heard this, "Mom, these are the gifts that Shishi bought for you. She injured her foot yesterday, but she still went to pick out gifts for you after work today. Look how thoughtful she is."
"Oh, your foot is hurt?" Fu Shuxian looked down at Song Shishi's feet.
But the pants Song Shishi was wearing blocked it completely, so how could it be seen?
Fu Shuxian turned around and patted Meng Xunzhou, complaining, "You are too sympathetic. Shishi's foot was injured, and you let her go shopping alone. Our two families are so familiar with each other, why should we be so particular about this?"
Meng Xunzhou did not argue, but silently admitted, "Yes, I was wrong."
"Shishi, does your foot still hurt? How about letting Xunzhou carry you in?"
As Fu Shuxian said this, she was about to pull Meng Xunzhou over to carry her, but Song Shishi waved her hands repeatedly.
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."
When they came over just now, many aunts had already come out to look around.
What would happen if everyone saw Meng Xunzhou carrying her on his back in front of Fu Shuxian?
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