When they arrived at the middle-aged man's office, he poured Song Shishi a cup of tea and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."
"By the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Zhao Jianshe, and I'm the director of this library. Usually they call me Director Zhao."
"Hello, Director Zhao. My name is Song Shishi. I am an educated youth from Huaiqing Brigade and a native of Beijing."
Director Zhao nodded when he heard this, "Good for the educated youth."
"Here's the thing. This document is rather special and involves some confidential information. So before you translate it, I need you to sign a contract and a confidentiality agreement."
Song Shishi thought this request was reasonable, so she nodded and said, "Okay."
After signing the contract and confidentiality agreement, Director Zhao finally smiled.
"Comrade Song, in order to prevent the contents of the document from being leaked, I need you to translate in the library during your translation. The library will take care of your accommodation. If the other party is satisfied with the final translation result, your compensation will be doubled."
Song Shishi thought about it and nodded in agreement.
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Anyway, her private plot still needs a few more days of sun exposure, so it wouldn't affect her work to come to town during these few days.
She just wanted to help out at first, but she didn't expect to earn some salary at the same time. It's really a great thing.
"Director Zhao, can I come back tomorrow? I came to town to buy some things today, and I have to send some stuff back."
After Song Shishi came out of the library, she thought that she had to stay in town for a few days tomorrow, and it would be troublesome to go back then.
If she were asked to walk back to Huaiqing Village, she was afraid she would not be able to get up the next day.
After thinking about it, she went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.
But just as she was about to reach him and turned a corner, she was knocked to the ground by someone.
Song Shishi covered her painful arm and groaned.
She looked carefully at the woman opposite her who was crying "ouch", and at the same time she saw a boy of five or six years old lying on the ground next to her.
But the boy closed his eyes and didn't move at all.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of the chest, Song Shishi would have suspected that the child was dead.
Looking at the woman again, after falling, she was only concerned with checking whether she was injured and didn't care about the child on the ground at all.
Song Shishi stood up and walked towards the child.
But before she could touch the child, the woman rushed over and destroyed her hand.
"Don't touch my child."
Song Shishi frowned.
The clothes the child was wearing were obviously made of good material, whereas the clothes the woman was wearing were made of the worst possible coarse cloth.
Could this person be a beggar?
Seeing the woman looking behind her, picking up the child and about to run away, Song Shishi was quick to grab her arm.
"You hit me and you still want to run away?"
The woman didn't expect that the seemingly weak Song Shishi would be so difficult to deal with. She spat at Song Shishi and cursed, "What do you mean by injury? It was obviously you who hit me. I haven't even settled the score with you yet, but you're holding me back."
"Let me go, do you hear me?" The woman struggled hard, but she didn't understand where a little girl like Song Shishi got so much strength. She was about to fall down, but she couldn't break free.
"Since we can't explain it clearly, let's go to the Public Security Bureau and let them administer justice." Song Shishi grabbed the woman's arm tightly, her eyes occasionally glancing at the child in the woman's arms.
The loud noise they made, plus the fact that the child had just fallen to the ground, failed to wake him up.
This woman is undoubtedly a prostitute.
When she heard that Song Shishi was going to the Public Security Bureau, a trace of panic flashed in the woman's eyes.
She took out five dollars from her pocket and handed it to Song Shishi. "I have something urgent to do, so I won't argue with you anymore. How about this, I'll compensate you with five dollars, and let's just forget about it, okay?"
This is not something that can be solved with just five bucks.
Song Shishi shook her head, "No, you just shouted so loudly, what will everyone think of me? No one can leave until this matter is clarified."
Coincidentally, when Song Shishi was talking, she saw a few police patrolling the street corner from the corner of her eye. She quickly shouted, "Comrade police, comrade police, come quickly!"
When the woman heard Song Shishi calling for the police, she panicked completely. She no longer cared about the child in her arms and wanted to run away after dropping the child.
But Song Shishi held on too tightly.
The police officer ran over, took a quick look, and immediately had a guess in his mind.
Three patrolling police officers surrounded Song Shishi and the woman and asked about the situation.
Song Shishi stopped pretending and said directly: "Comrade Public Security, I suspect this woman is a beggar. This child has not woken up since I met him. Come and take a look."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is my grandson. What are you talking about? Be careful or I'll tear your mouth apart."
The woman's eyes rolled around and she would never admit that she was a beggar.
But the police were already here, and she couldn't run away even if she wanted to.
The policeman picked up the child and took Song Shishi and the woman to the police station.
After interrogation, the woman quickly confessed.
"Comrade Song, thanks to you today, otherwise we would have let a criminal go." The policeman who was responsible for taking Song Shishi's statement sighed.
But what Song Shishi is most concerned about now is the child's health. "How is the child now? Is he awake?"
The policeman nodded and said, "He's awake, but the child must have been frightened. No matter how we coax him, he won't speak."
"Can I go see him?"
"Okay, come with me."
The policeman led Song Shishi to the infirmary.
As soon as she entered, she saw the little boy huddled up with his arms around his knees, looking around vigilantly.
Song Shishi walked over. She kept a distance from the little boy so as not to scare him before asking, "Xiaobao, do you still remember your parents' names?"
Hearing Song Shishi's voice, the little boy was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he burst into tears with a "wow".
Song Shishi was startled by his voice and felt at a loss.
She stood up and turned to look at the young policeman next to her.
But before she could open her mouth to ask for help, she felt the little guy rush over and hug her legs.
"hug!"
Song Shishi lowered her head and met the little boy's tearful eyes.
He raised his hands and asked Song Shishi to hug him.
"It seems that you two have a deep connection. We tried everything we could just now, but the child didn't speak and was very wary of us. We didn't expect that as soon as you came, the child would take the initiative to get close to you." The medical staff next to him said with a smile.
Looking at the food on the table, Song Shishi bent over, picked up the little boy, and asked softly, "Are you hungry, Xiaobao? Do you want to eat something first?"
The little boy put his arms around her neck and nodded.
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