"Get up, change clothes, put on makeup!"

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Qiong issued three instructions.

"Where is your suit?"

Xiao Yiruo pointed to the bedroom in a daze. Zhou Qiong walked in a few steps, opened the wardrobe, took out the suit and placed it on his chest to look up and down.

“Is there an iron?”

Xiao Yiruo shook his head. As a normal boy, there was no such thing at home.

"Okay, you can wash up quickly." Zhou Qiong saw his confused state and was too lazy to explain: "Don't close the door, I'll help you iron your clothes."

"Okay!" Xiao Yiruo did not struggle and did not ask why he had come an hour earlier than nine o'clock.

Three thousand yuan is a lot of money for him. It can earn extra money, so getting up early is not a big deal.

An hour later, Xiao Yiruo turned on the passenger passenger of the BMW Z4.

Zhou Qiong handed him the contract: "Familiar on the road."

I had nothing to say all the way, and half an hour later, I arrived at the most prosperous CBD in Dong'an City.

The working atmospheres of foreign trade companies and radio stations are quite different, including tea rooms, conference rooms, personal desks, and every place is neat and spotless.

In comparison, the radio station is a bit sloppy.

When Xiao Yiruo first entered, he helped clean up the desktop because he couldn't stand it. As a result, he was told that he couldn't find where to put it.

"You can wait here for a while." Zhou Qiong kept him in his place.

"OK."

It is probably because of the weekend. There are only a few people in the huge office, all of whom are busy doing things and have no interest in the arrival of strangers.

Xiao Yiruo was also happy and looked at the contract quietly without anyone disturbing him.

After waiting for a few minutes, a conversation came from the door. Several men and women walked in and went straight to the conference room. The leading man stopped and turned his head: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Me?" Xiao Yiruo looked around and confirmed that he was talking to him: "I came with Sister Zhou."

"Sister Zhou? Zhou Qiong?"

"Yes, she asked me to be the translator."

"As a translator, you?" the man smiled: "Zhou Qiong, Zhou Qiong!"

He shouted a few times.

Sister Zhou walked out of the office next to her: "Manager Yang, what instructions?"

Manager Yang pointed at Xiao Yiruo: "What's the situation? Didn't Mr. Ma tell me about the translation?"

As he said that, he pulled his companion around him: "This is a very expensive translator, specially invited from Huzhou..."

The two of them "communicated" together, and Xiao Yiruo probably understood what was going on.

The company boss was very angry about yesterday's situation and asked them to find a professional translator. Manager Yang was half a level higher than Zhou Qiong's position. The two of them took on this job naturally. It was related to a trade of 50 million yuan. If it could be done, the benefits would be self-evident.

It was originally nothing to do with Sister Zhou, because she had no way of doing this. Xiao Yiruo gave her a chance, so she sent a WeChat message to the boss and agreed to bring it over.

Manager Yang suddenly felt provoked.

"Manager Yang," Zhou Qiong is a smart person: "I didn't think it was too difficult to find someone overnight. I happened to meet him. I didn't expect you to invite someone from Huzhou, or both of them would participate, with your translation as the main focus, and multiple guarantees would be good."

Seeing her surrender, Manager Yang regained his face in front of his hands and looked at Xiao Yiruo: "He looks like a college student and is sure to speak Arabic."

Without waiting for the two of them to say something, they walked away.

"Don't care!" Zhou Qiong put his hand on Xiao Yiruo's shoulder and patted: "Don't worry, my sister won't let you go for a waste of time. Even if you don't need help, you will do what you say."

Xiao Yiruo forced a smile. He was really disappointed. The duck he got flew away.

"Sister Zhou, there's no need. Just treat me to a meal at noon."

"Hey..." Zhou Qiong sighed.

At ten o'clock, the meeting began on time.

In the huge conference room, Xiao Yiruo was not qualified to go to the table, but sat behind Zhou Qiong. Opposite were several foreigners, white traditional clothes, knife, headscarf at his waist, and jewelry rings on his hands, all of which showed the aura of a rich man.

Before, Sister Zhou had already told him about today's process, which was to discuss the specific terms of the contract, one by one.

At the beginning, it is naturally a simple greeting.

What are you guys? The weather is good today, and I had a rest yesterday.

Xiao Yiruo was also secretly observing his competitors. The translation was OK. Although his oral language was not very standard, his meaning was conveyed.

After a greeting, the slide lit up, the young lady next to her got up, holding a stack of documents in her hand, and began to distribute them.

"Yeah, it's not right!" Xiao Yiruo tilted his head and looked at the secretary's movement.

The long table in the conference room is oval. If the secretary distributes the documents in the current way, it will be on the left hand side when the guest is at that time.

You should know that in Yemen, it is a serious taboo to touch and pass things with your left hand. It happened that the young lady made both mistakes.

On the other hand, the professional translator had a smile on his face and seemed to find nothing wrong.

Xiao Yiruo, regardless of whether the previous fit was suitable, hurried forward, leaned over and whispered a few times in Sister Zhou's ear.

Manager Yang next to him noticed it and cast dissatisfaction eyes. The first boss just glanced at him indifferently.

Zhou Qiong was also a smart person, so he stood up directly: "Xiao Qiu."

She called out to the secretary: "I have some problems printing this contract. Come here and let's change one."

"Hiss..." Manager Yang lowered his voice: "Can you wait? The guests are here and you are watching jokes!"

Zhou Qiong ignored him and turned around. On the surface, he was changing the contract with the secretary who came to the side, but in fact he whispered a few words. Xiao Qiu nodded repeatedly. After returning, the document in his arms had changed and handed it to the right of the client station, and the hand passed it was also the right hand.

As for business negotiations, it is a bit boring, and it is nothing more than fighting for the best interests of our side.

As Xiao Yiruo listened and watched, something was wrong again.

This business is actually quite simple. Yemeni tycoons have to add a batch of machines from China, with a total value of about 50 million. Sister Zhou’s company does not produce it, but it has a way, which means it is an intermediary.

The amount of 50 million is not small, and it is the first time that the two parties cooperate. In order to avoid risks, they plan to provide a production line first. When they are used properly, they feel that there is no problem, so they will talk about the follow-up.

As for what is wrong, the translation is wrong.

If you are too stuttering, it is logical that the other party says something, the translator must convey it immediately and then give feedback on your own meaning.

However, this comrade wearing glasses stopped and stopped, communicated very poorly in time, and even had a second inquiry, but he didn't understand what it meant.

The boss is very smart. Although he doesn't understand, his ability to observe words and expressions is not low. He soon realized that something was wrong and found an excuse to stop the meeting.
Chapter completed!