She has never passed English since high school.
At that moment, she had a splitting headache and was completely incapable of approving the document.
"Why are there still 'chicken intestine texts' (a type of literary device)? Why? Why?"
She kept pounding the table, extremely frustrated.
If it were a multiple-choice question, she could roll the dice and choose. But now it's a matter of signing to decide the winner. What should she do?
"Oh right, doesn't the company have professional translators?"
She's been foolish; she shouldn't be here beating her chest and lamenting her fate.
She picked up the receiver, but then paused for a moment.
Aside from Lin Congzhi's landline, she didn't know the phone numbers of any of the other department managers.
We need to ask Lin Congzhi first.
After pressing a few numbers, I dialed Lin Congzhi's landline.
Not long after, the man with the better voice answered the phone.
Seemingly aware of the purpose of her call, the man suddenly laughed and asked sarcastically, "Don't tell me you're looking for help."
Jiang Yimei immediately felt guilty: "Who...who said that? I...I just wanted to know the landline numbers of each department so that I could...make it easier to process documents and files."
The reason was so compelling that Lin Congzhi couldn't refute it: "Girl, if there's anything you don't understand, you can just ask me directly, so as not to waste your precious time."
Jiang Yimei's anger flared up instantly: "What the hell are you talking about? Do you think we're that close? At the company, please call me President Jiang."
"Girl" is a very intimate term of endearment; how could she allow Lin Congzhi to call her that so casually?
Lin Congzhi ignored it all: "I just like calling you 'little girl'."
Jiang Yimei, enraged and embarrassed, said, "If you call me again, I'm leaving."
Lin Congzhi immediately panicked and said in a flustered manner, "Okay, okay, I won't call anymore."
Jiang Yimei's mood improved somewhat at this point.
"Don't waste my time, quickly tell me the landline numbers of the other department managers."
Lin Congzhi revealed that same mocking smile again: "President Jiang, I've already said that asking me is the simplest, most direct, and most time-saving way. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?"
Jiang Yimei remained defiant: "It's none of your business! Tell me now!"
"snort!"
With a slight smile, Lin Congzhi truthfully gave Jiang Yimei the landline numbers of the various department managers.
Jiang Yimei took out her pen and wrote everything down.
After obtaining the landline numbers of the department managers, Jiang Yimei began making calls.
The company doesn't have a translation department or a legal department. This document concerns export trade, so it would be more appropriate to ask the marketing department. Therefore, she picked up the receiver and dialed the marketing manager's landline number.
"Beep beep!"
The old witch, who was at work, immediately looked at the number displayed on the landline when she heard the phone ring.
She was curious when she discovered it was an unfamiliar phone number; however, since the call was from an internal company, it was probably someone from within the company calling, so she figured she should answer it anyway.
Clearing her throat and straightening her posture, she picked up the receiver and politely asked, "Hello! Who is this?"
The familiar voice made Jiang Yimei's body tremble slightly.
To her utter surprise, the old witch was promoted to marketing manager.
This old woman, who hurt her so badly before, it's time to get revenge: "Manager Yan, I have an English document here. I'll send it to you in a moment. You need to translate it perfectly, without a single mistake."
Jiang Yimei's voice!
In an instant, the old witch was struck dumb, as if by lightning.
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