Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

The runway at Chengdu Shuangliu Airport gleamed coldly in the morning mist.

From the control tower, Pepsi Asia President Christo's private jet was slowly taxiing onto the tarmac.

8: 45.

A blond, blue-eyed white man dressed in a smart suit stepped off the plane surrounded by a crowd.

Sudden……

The translator pulled his secretary along and squeezed up to the white man, nervously whispering something to him.

The white man's expression immediately changed drastically.

“Shit!”

"Damn yellow monkey, book a flight back to headquarters."

He spoke these words very loudly.

So much so that the Chinese translator who had come to inform Nara's secretary looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

He was just a temporary worker.

She had been assigned to be this foreigner's translator for a few days, and she wasn't about to put up with this attitude. She immediately spread her arms to block Crystal, who was turning to walk towards the airport VIP lounge. "Dear Mr. Crystal, what you just said is suspected of racial discrimination. Please apologize for racial discrimination, or I will call the police."

If he hadn't constantly remembered that he was a public servant, this young translator, who had just entered the workforce, would have really wanted to punch this white foreigner in the face and show him just how red flowers really are.

They actually dared to stand on Chinese soil in front of them and humiliate them.

Christopher had never been treated like this before. He was always respected and flattered wherever he went when he came to this land. He should be treated the same way now. All he did was call him a yellow-skinned monkey. Did he have to apologize to this foreign master?
Instead of apologizing, he became even more smug and started spouting even more vulgar things in English.

He looked down at the inexperienced Chinese boy with an almost provocative air.

“You…this is our Chinese land, you have no right to act so presumptuously.”

Ye Weiqiang's eyes blazed with fury, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Seeing that things were not going well, his colleagues quickly came forward from the left and right to pull him back, fearing that the young man might actually throw a punch and hit the foreign company executive.

That would be a diplomatic incident.

Not only will Ye Weiqiang be in trouble, but they'll also be caught up in the drama.

At this moment, Ye Weiqiang's superior, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a large belly, who was in charge of communicating with Pepsi and had personally gone to Beijing to pick up the president of Pepsi Asia for his visit to Chengdu, frowned and said, "What's going on? Xiao Ye, Mr. Christopher is our distinguished guest. I don't care what your reasons are, you should apologize to Mr. Christopher right now."

He naturally couldn't understand English.

Even if they could understand, they would probably pretend to be deaf right now, because just like those two colleagues who came up to stop Ye Weiqiang, fighting with foreigners is a diplomatic incident. If things really escalate, the foreigners will at most see things getting out of hand, offer a perfunctory apology, and then leave. They won't lock someone up just because they said a bad word, right?
That would have been a real diplomatic incident.

And what about these people?
They might face punishment at best, or their lives could be ruined at worst. They might even be fired from the investment promotion bureau and sent to some backwater, never to sit at the table again or eat more than three dishes. For people like them, losing their upward mobility is worse than death.

When Ye Weiqiang saw that his superior had criticized him without even asking what happened, his face flushed red, and he retorted, "Director, he insulted us Chinese people first. I won't apologize; Mr. Christopher should apologize to us..."

"you shut up!"

The middle-aged man with a receding hairline glared at him fiercely. "Apologize first, and we'll talk about it when we get back."

This young man is so insensible. What's wrong with a foreigner swearing in English? Nobody else can understand it, except you, the translator. If you don't say anything, everyone will just pretend they don't know.

It was clearly a small matter that could have been easily resolved, but with this hothead making such a fuss, how could I possibly smooth things over?
Ye Weiqiang was surprised to see that the director actually knew that this white foreigner was humiliating Chinese people.

We must insist that he apologize.

The suppressed anger in his chest could no longer be contained. He ripped off the work tag around his neck and threw it hard on the ground. "This translation job, let whoever wants it do it, I'm not doing it anymore."

"you come back."

The middle-aged man with the receding hairline suddenly changed his expression. This Xiao Ye was a top student from Peking University, and among the talents introduced by their bureau this year, he was the most highly educated and the most popular type of translator.

If he loses it like this, he won't be able to explain it to the bureau when he gets back.

Ye Weiqiang's two colleagues, seeing that the director's expression had changed, quickly ran over to dissuade Ye Weiqiang, "Xiao Ye, don't be like this. Let's talk things out. The director didn't mean it that way. After all, there are no small matters in diplomacy. We should consider the bigger picture."

"Yes, there are no outsiders here. It's just an apology, it won't hurt us. Once the foreigners leave, no one will know that we bowed down to the foreign devils. Xiao Ye, just apologize."

These two colleagues, if they hadn't spoken, would have been fine, but Ye Weiqiang was even more furious. He glared at them fiercely, shook off their hands, and left quickly.

The two gave a bitter smile and could only turn around and shrug at the middle-aged man with the receding hairline.

He said: "Director! We've done our best, please don't blame us!"
For seasoned veterans like them, all they care about at this point is getting rid of the blame. Whether or not Ye Weiqiang, this hothead, apologizes is none of their business. It's good that Ye Weiqiang is gone. This kid has only been here for less than half a year, yet he has already been publicly praised by the bureau chief several times and is to be entrusted with important responsibilities. It seems like it won't be long before he starts to climb all over them and do their dirty work.

Now that he's left in a huff, it seems he's really planning to go back and resign. Their attempts to persuade him are just for show, to avoid embarrassing the director. In reality, they're probably hoping it will actually happen.

The middle-aged man with the receding hairline changed his expression several times, but in the end, he could only grit his teeth and apologize to the foreigner in broken English. Regardless, he needed to see the distinguished guest off first, and then deal with Xiao Ye's matter seriously when he got back.

This young Ye didn't even give face to him, the department head. He could understand that young people were reluctant to lose face, but there was a time and place to consider. As for quitting, although he did have some concerns just now, he quickly realized that a public institution job is a secure job for life, and there was no reason to give it up just because of a moment of anger.

Wait, when we get back, this Xiao Ye will definitely come to his office when no one's around to serve him tea and apologize. Otherwise, this matter won't be over.

They must be publicly criticized by name at a meeting of the bureau.

Let's just take this as an old man giving a good lesson to the newcomers, so that some people don't think that just because they have high education and foreign language skills, they can get arrogant and not take him, an old man, seriously.

Christo didn't care about his apology. If anyone should apologize, it should be the stubborn Chinese kid who refused to back down. As for the greasy, middle-aged man with a receding hairline in front of him, he could just get lost.

He didn't even glance at the middle-aged man with the receding hairline. He lowered his head and meticulously instructed his secretary to quickly book a flight to headquarters. He had made a mistake in the Chinese market, and now Tianfu Cola had been beaten to the punch. He sensed that the situation might have changed and he needed to hurry up and report to headquarters.

As the president of PepsiCo Asia, China was the most important market for headquarters. When he was sent to take on this role, he already knew that the focus of the Asia region would need to be firmly rooted in China for the next few decades. Therefore, he formulated a series of plans and persuaded headquarters to launch a series of acquisitions in China. He believed that if executed properly, every one of China's 1 billion people would be a potential consumer of PepsiCo. What a promising consumer market this was!

Therefore, he cannot allow himself to fail, nor can he allow his career to be tarnished by his personal life.

Since someone has launched a direct challenge to Pepsi, they should crush them decisively and defeat them as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, once the other party gains a foothold, other domestic beverage brands that are currently observing the market, as well as the potential acquisition targets that Pepsi has already prepared, will definitely face many changes. The days of spending a little money to achieve great things and using a small amount of profit to entice and capture a promising market are likely over.

The middle-aged, Mediterranean-looking director was disappointed. Seeing that the foreigner had already walked away, he thought to himself that the cooperation was over anyway. He wondered which bastard had ruined their hard work, which involved months of smiling and persuading foreign investors to come to Chengdu to inspect this multi-million dollar investment project.

When I get back, I'll probably have to face the director's wrath again, and he'll probably spit all over my face again.

The middle-aged man with a receding hairline muttered a curse under his breath, then called over two equally dejected subordinates, and the three of them left Chengdu Shuangliu Airport together.

It is said that good news does not travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The verbal conflict between a young translator from a Chengdu investment promotion bureau and Christophe, the president of Pepsi Asia, at the airport exit seemed to spread like wildfire. In less than half an hour, Mu Qizhong told Lu Yang about it as a joke on the phone.

"You have no idea, kid. We thwarted this foreigner's plan, and that white devil Christopher was furious. I heard he booked a plane ticket and left Chengdu before his feet even touched the ground. Damn it, I wanted to humiliate this foreigner to his face, but he got away with it."

Mu Qizhong's mouth was almost dry from talking on the phone, all he could do was boast that he had managed to snag Tianfu Cola before the white foreigner got off the plane.

It was like they had thoroughly outmaneuvered the foreign devils.

It makes him seem capable.

He wanted Lu Yang to praise him properly.

But Lu Yang wasn't about to go along with his wishes. He seemed not to hear the boasting on the phone and immediately changed the subject, asking about the young translator who had "acted impulsively" and was planning to resign from his public office: "Wait a minute... don't worry about the foreigner's business. What about that translator? Did he really resign?"

This guy is a real talent!
In this day and age, he is not blindly worshipping foreign things, and he even dares to contradict his superiors.

Such an ambitious young man, full of a sense of justice, cultured, and much less likely to betray his master in the future, is exactly the kind of top-notch worker that Lu Yang has been looking for.

Just when he was worried about not having enough employees, Lu Yang dreamed of finding more top-notch workers like Sister Wei Shu, who could manage things for him, big and small, making him worry-free and at ease.

But it's so hard to find workers like that!

There seemed to be hope right in front of me; at least I should meet this proud young man who refused to bow down to foreigners.

Let's just consider it giving them a chance.

Give him a chance too.

Even if he can't train her to be a capable right-hand man under Lu Yang in the future, keeping her by his side as a personal translator would be fine too! Right?

Must win over!

We must recruit them!
Even if the young man only says he wants to resign, but later goes back and swallows his anger, so what?

At most, it just shows that they are flexible and adaptable, not stubborn and headstrong. Being called a yellow-skinned monkey by foreigners and having to apologize to them is a matter of national righteousness. But bowing down to leaders afterwards is bowing down for a living, for the iron rice bowl that one deserves after more than ten years of hard study. There is still a difference between the two.

Lu Yang did not look down on the other party because of his smooth talk afterwards; he still felt that such a young man was worth recruiting.

Well, the prerequisite is that the other party must be willing to accept his offer!
"He must have resigned, right? This young man is quite arrogant. I heard he even had a fight with his bureau chief when he got back. No matter how much his bureau tried to keep him, he wouldn't stay. He said he had already made plans with some classmates to go south and try his luck, planning to start some kind of internet yellow pages company. What is the internet? What are yellow pages? It's not like those pornographic movies from Hong Kong, is it?"

Lu Yang could understand that Lao Mou was a bit naive since he had never heard of such a thing, but the fact that he could associate the Yellow Pages with pornographic films from Hong Kong showed that this old guy was indeed a lecherous devil.

No wonder he's had four wives, and each one is younger than the last.

Lu Yang shook his head: "The Yellow Pages isn't just any old thing, it's high technology. You don't understand now, but you will in the future. Here's what we'll do: Lao Mou, do me a favor and help me find this young man. If he's coming to Pengcheng to start a business, I welcome him. In fact, if he can really do a good job, I wouldn't mind being his angel investor. If he doesn't have any plans to start a business right now, then please tell him that my Century Group is short of a capable external executive. If he's interested, he can come to me, and I can give him a respectable job, like starting as my personal translator."

Mu Qizhong smacked his lips, his eyes lighting up as he said, "Is this another project that can make a lot of money? I'll invest too! You can't keep it all to yourself."

Lu Yang rolled his eyes. What do you mean, another big money-making project? It's a complete fabrication. How could this old man come up with such a thing?

(End of this chapter)