Zhang Dongsheng was so irritated by Su Qinghu's casual attitude of not taking others seriously and even stepping on them that he stood up suddenly and turned to leave.
I originally thought it was a harmless orchid in the valley, but it turned out to be a ferocious cat-like beast that is good at camouflage and can scratch you unexpectedly!
Want to hit someone!
"Hey, wait!" Su Qinghu knocked on the table and called him.
Zhang Dongsheng stopped but did not look back.
"You came to talk to me about something, remember to pay the bill." Su Qinghu leaned back in his chair like an old man, waved his hand lazily, and said teasingly, "Boss Zhang."
……grass!
Zhang Dongsheng turned around angrily, went to the teahouse to pay the bill and left.
After he walked out, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen Su Qinghu's foreign language level. He stood two or three meters away from the teahouse for a while. In the end, he felt that it would not be majestic enough or unrestrained enough to go back and show off to others, so he walked away with heavy steps.
Su Qinghu poured himself some tea, took a few sips with a distracted look in his eyes, and after finishing the cup of tea, he took out a pen and paper and began to draft. It took him three hours, translating and checking, marking the words that he was not sure about, before he packed up and went to the typewriter shop.
Yes, typewriter row.
These days when there are no computers for you to use, typewriters have become a good tool to replace manual writing and copying.
There was a typewriter shop in the capital that specialized in selling and repairing typewriters. She was actually tempted to buy one, but when she realized that she would be able to buy a computer in a few years, she held back.
After all, it’s not cheap, right? The key is that there are very few times when you can use it at home.
Although she can write foreign languages as if they were typed, her handwriting speed is actually quite slow.
Using a typewriter is relatively more formal.
It was around eight o'clock, and Su Qinghu was not sure whether the typewriter shop was open, so he decided to try his luck.
After taking a taxi, Su Qinghu told him the place and then he stayed there quietly.
In those days when there were no surveillance cameras in cars or on the roads, she didn't dare to be so reckless as to sleep alone in the car and wait for someone to wake her up when they arrived.
The driver was also happy and charged ten dollars, but the distance he traveled was quite short.
Less than five minutes later, the driver stopped, happily took the money, and asked her if she wanted to take his car when she went back.
Su Qinghu thought for a moment and said, "Then please wait for me."
The lights in the store were on, but you could tell they were preparing to close.
Su Qinghu asked if she could type there, and she was willing to pay. The person who was there politely said that it was okay during the day, but after dark, they worried that it would be dangerous for her to return home too late after typing, so they refused.
Su Qinghu found it funny, but also felt that this attitude was quite comfortable. After being politely rejected, he simply paid for a Chinese-English typewriter.
She came out directly with a portable typewriter with a plastic shell and matching paper.
When the driver saw it, he immediately exclaimed "Oh my!" and praised her for being amazing, saying that she could even use a typewriter.
Su Qinghu laughed because of the compliment.
She had been at the newspaper office for several months and would be stupid if she didn't know how to use a typewriter.
The driver's Mandarin was not very standard, and he marveled at her generosity.
Isn't it true? These days, people take a taxi and buy a typewriter without blinking an eye.
"Will your employer reimburse you?" the driver asked excitedly. "Just the taxi fare and the typewriter?"
Su Qinghu didn't say directly, "It's not purchased for the unit."
That’s the answer.
Seeing that she didn't want to talk about this, the driver didn't ask anymore. Instead, he changed the subject and introduced her to places worth visiting and delicious food in Shanghai. He also said that she could get a discount if she mentioned his name.
Su Qinghu thanked him with a smile.
When they arrived at the hotel, Su Qinghu paid for the return trip, then went upstairs carrying the documents and the typewriter.
When she reached her floor, she saw Zhang Dongsheng leaning against the stairs and looking at them.
"Where have you been? It's almost ten o'clock!" As soon as he saw her appear in his sight, Zhang Dongsheng stood up straight and glared at her with a dark face.
Su Qinghu: "..."
Su Qinghu was speechless for a moment. Who gave Zhang Dongsheng the illusion that he could discipline her?
After glancing at him, Su Qinghu withdrew her gaze, too lazy to pay attention to him.
"You're back so late, can you still give me the things on time?" Zhang Dongsheng stared at her as she walked past him, and said a little weakly, "I need it at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
Su Qinghu stopped and frowned at him, "Don't follow me."
They were almost following me to the door.
"Meet me in the hotel lobby at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll give you the thing." Su Qinghu stared at his feet with a threatening look.
While Zhang Dongsheng was thinking about whether to test the edge of danger, Su Qinghu had already walked to the door, opened it, went in, and closed the door.
The man walked in a carefree manner, without hesitation or looking back.
Zhang Dongsheng stared at her door, stood there for a while, then walked upstairs angrily. When he reached his own door, something suddenly flashed in his mind.
Just now--
Is that a portable typewriter that Su Qinghu is holding?
She is dedicated!
Zhang Dongsheng felt better, went back to take a shower, and fell asleep.
Downstairs, Su Qinghu, who hadn't stayed up late for a long time, was a little excited. In addition, he drank some tea, and his mind was unprecedentedly clear. He took out the typewriter, fiddled with it skillfully, practiced the feel, then changed a piece of paper and started typing.
The typewriters of that time were not as easy to use as those of later generations. The uppercase and lowercase switching keys would not bounce back when pressed and had to be pressed manually.
In order to avoid using the correction fluid with a pungent smell, Su Qinghu concentrated highly and tried his best to avoid making mistakes, instead of going through the extra step of removing the correction fluid, blowing it dry, and then realigning the position.
Later, her typing accuracy was high, and she rarely made mistakes. Typing errors were too costly these days, so to avoid getting into trouble, she diligently practiced both Chinese and English. She even felt that practicing these words had improved her memory, and her foreign language skills seemed to have taken a step forward...
"Hey, there was nothing wrong!"
After typing the last word, Su Qinghu couldn't help but praise himself before standing up and stretching his shoulders and neck.
Less than two hours.
She was very satisfied with the typing speed.
Su Qinghu went to take a shower first before packing up everything. After coming out of the shower, he arranged the papers in order.
After thinking about it, I made another cover.
She didn't have a stapler or paper clips, so she just closed the cover and put an ashtray on the corner, leaving everything for Zhang Dongsheng to deal with tomorrow.
She slept well all night, but Zhang Dongsheng and Cheng Qian did not sleep well.
The former was because he didn't sleep well in a dream of being chased and beaten by Su Qinghu, and the latter was because he was worried about whether the plan he wrote and the newly drafted employment contract would suit Su Qinghu's wishes.
Both of them got up early and arrived at the hotel lobby. They were stunned when they saw each other. Then they found themselves sitting in the hotel lobby. They looked at each other and wanted to chat.
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