"Manager Yang, what's the situation?"

Although the boss did not slap the table and stare, the few people inside saw that he was not very happy.

"Mr. Qin, I..." Manager Yang turned to look at the translator next to him: "What's going on? Do you understand Arabic?"

The air conditioner in the room was very good, and sweat was still coming out of your forehead.

"That... probably... with an accent... is a little different from what I have been in contact with before."

The boss was angry and smiled, stretched out his index finger and pointed out Manager Yang a few times: "This is what you do. If you lose your business because of this problem, do you know how much you lose?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin." Manager Yang lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"Mr. Qin, this is not suitable for holding the responsibility," Zhou Qiong came out to smooth things over: "Translator Wang, I want to know, can you be competent?"

"I try my best!"

No confidence at all.

"Xiao Zhou," the boss thought of her actions in the conference room just now: "What did the young man behind you say?"

Zhou Qiong was waiting for him to ask.

"Mr. Qin, that young man is called Xiao Yiruo. The translation he told you last night."

"Zhou Qiong, stop kidding," Manager Yang said quickly: "I talked to him a few times before. He is a college student who just graduated, so how can he speak Arabic?"

"Your people are old, don't you know what they are doing?" Mr. Qin didn't want to save face for them.

Manager Yang was speechless.

"That's right," the secretary next to him got Zhou Qiong's eyes: "Sister Zhou told me that there is a taboo in Yemen, that you cannot pass or receive things with your left hand, which is very impolite."

Everyone knows it.

"What did that young man teach you?" Mr. Qin asked.

"Yes, and I showed him the contract last night, and it was easy to translate. Everyone knows that the contract has many terms about laws and regulations, and he did not pause at all."

President Qin thought about it for a while and made a decision: "Let Xiao Xiao give it a try."

It was not appropriate to let the guests wait for too long, and soon everyone returned to the conference room. Mr. Qin was ready to apologize, but found that it seemed that there was no need.

Because it was not as cold as I imagined, the guests did not say a word and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Instead, it was lively and the three guests were talking and laughing with Xiao Yiruo.

Qin always was a smart man and walked over. It was obviously the first time he met Xiao Yiruo, but he patted his shoulder affectionately: "What are you talking about with the guests so happy?"

"I introduced the most famous charcoal-grilled lamb in our Dong'an snack street. They were more interested in what they were eating," Xiao Yiruo said, turning his head to give the Yemeni bosses a smile. The other party responded enthusiastically, saying something: "Then he said I hope I will take it to try at noon."

"Is that right?" Mr. Qin was very satisfied: "Carbon-grilled lamb, right? Manager Yang will make arrangements later."

"But Mr. Qin, I have already booked a banquet in Donghua and prepared a roasted suckling pig. I have to prepare one day in advance, which is higher than the roadside skewers."

Manager Yang's words made Mr. Qin hesitate. Indeed, it was not appropriate to bring such an important customer to the street.

Xiao Yiruo smiled and said, "Manager Yang, right? I suggest you go to Donghua, but don't use roasted suckling pigs, otherwise the business will definitely be ruined."

"Why?"

It is not good to offend people, but if this person doesn't have a chance to meet in the future, it doesn't matter, let alone give some benefits to friends, Xiao Yiruo doesn't matter.

"I'm actually quite curious. Did Manager Yang do some homework in advance?" He looked at the other party jokingly: "It is normal not to understand Arabic, but you need to understand related customs and habits. Yemen cannot eat pork. They are an orthodox country. By the way, I would like to remind you that drinking is also a taboo for some people."

Manager Yang's face was so blushed that he could already feel the gaze from the boss without turning his head.

The mood is even more complicated.

The young man was very angry when he was unreasonable, but he was more helpless. Who made the translator he hired was not good at? Thinking of this, he could only glar at his own translator fiercely. Damn, you can't get a penny.

"Xiao Xiao," Mr. Qin took the initiative to extend his hand: "It's okay to hand over the next translation work to you, right?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, I will do my best."

Obviously, his efforts were more than a hundred times better than the previous half bucket of water.

The communication between the two sides is accurately conveyed as soon as possible. When encountering conflicts and differences, they can express the argument clearly.

One, two, three...

The contract communication process is much faster than expected.

At the beginning, the translator hired by Manager Yang wanted to make up for his mistakes and help me say something.

But when he arrived, he completely shut up. He couldn't use him or say that, which made Manager Yang lose all his face. He promised to make the same mistake last night and would not make the same mistake.

Zhou Qiong was very happy. Xiao Yiruo was her surprise weapon, and the effect was beyond imagination.

Soon, it was twelve o'clock and we were temporarily on the go.

Mr. Qin stood up with a smile and shook hands with the other party. Xiao Yiruo stood beside him and continued to translate. Both parties decided to continue after lunch.

After saying a polite word, Mr. Qin mentioned the knife hanging around the other party’s waist: “I can touch the knife with a very delicate tool?”

The Yemeni boss naturally turned his attention to Xiao Yiruo.

The latter's face remained unchanged: "Mr. Qin, in Yemen, knives are used for decoration by people with status, and they are also taboo to touch others."

After saying that, he talked for a while.

Unexpectedly, the Yemeni boss directly untied the knife from his waist and handed it over.

"What's the situation?" Mr. Qin didn't understand.

"I fooled him, he decided to give it to you, just take it with both hands, and then imitate me to say, "You're a joke!"

"It's a joke!" Mr. Qin did as he did.

Zhou Qiong was holding back her laughter last time, the young man is OK.

I stopped going to Donghua for lunch. When Mr. Qin walked away, he left a sentence: Manager Yang, then you can buy the order.

Manager Yang did not dare to complain about this, and he couldn't hate Xiao Yiruo and Zhou Qiong who left with the boss.

If it weren't for them, today wouldn't be a matter of paying the bill.

When he got downstairs, Mr. Qin waved and asked the two to get into his car, with three customers following behind.

"Xiao Xiao, are you a graduate of Arabic major?" The boss was in a good mood.

"No, I am in the Broadcasting Department of Dong'an Broadcasting College and haven't obtained my graduation certificate yet."

"Ha?!" Mr. Qin was very surprised.

"It was Xiao Xiao's mother who taught him, and it should be a bilingual education since childhood." Zhou Qiong gave the most reasonable explanation: "Mr. Qin, I spent 3,000 yuan to ask him to come and help you, your reimbursement."

"Three thousand?" Mr. Qin was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Xiao, I expect the meeting to be held until tomorrow. If you come to help, you will no longer find anyone else. 20,000, do you think it's okay?"
Chapter completed!