Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 168 I listen to you
Xu Qinghuan looked at Jiang Xingye, "What do you want?"

Although Jiang Xingye did not take credit for his achievements, his contributions were real.

Jiang Xingye: "I'll do as you say."

Xu Qinghuan then said to Tang Quantong, "Deputy Director Tang, I won't be polite then."

Tang Quantongxin said, you have never been polite from the beginning to the end, nodded, "Go ahead!"

"I want four regular jobs, one in the transport team, and the other three will be given by the organization." Xu Qinghuan was really rude.

Tang Quantong gasped, "Four servings, what do you need so much for?"

At most two servings. He thought Xu Qinghuan would ask for one each for himself and Jiang Xingye, but unexpectedly, she asked for four servings.

This educated youth is really talkative.

Xu Qinghuan said, "If you think it's too much, the organization can convert one of the tasks into money for me, and I won't mind."

Tang Quantongxin said, you still feel disgusted.

"It's too much. I can still help you get three, but four is too much." Tang Quantong disagreed.

There was a subtext that Xu Qinghuan also heard: it would be difficult to make money again.

Xu Qinghuan laughed and said, "Having a harvester alone isn't enough. It would be even better if we had a machine that could thresh rice, wheat, and corn."

Tang Quantong was speechless for a moment and was angry for a long time before he said, "Okay, I'll help you get it."

They arrived in the county town late today, so Jiang Baohua specially issued a letter of introduction for the two of them. If they couldn't go back, they would have to stay overnight in the county town guesthouse.

"Let's go eat something first..." Xu Qinghuan thought that Jiang Xingye hurried back from the county town at noon and must have not eaten.

But it wasn't time for dinner yet, so Jiang Xingye grabbed her wrist and said, "I'm not hungry. Let's go eat something nice later."

Xu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Okay! Close your eyes!"

Jiang Xingye obediently closed his eyes, and Xu Qinghuan stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth. A bitter sweetness filled his entire mouth. The taste was a bit strange, but not unpalatable.

He knew that this must be something very rare, and he was reluctant to bite it into pieces. He just held it in his mouth, waiting for it to melt slowly, so that he could enjoy it for a longer time.

"Are you used to chocolate with this flavor?" Xu Qinghuan asked.

Jiang Xingye had never eaten chocolate in his life and didn't know what any kind of chocolate tasted like, but Xu Qinghuan asked this to give him enough respect.

There was no one around, so he took the opportunity to hold his fiancée's hand, rubbed it in her palm, and looked at her with doting eyes, showing her all his feelings and love.

He never cared about his self-esteem or his dignity in front of her.

Xu Qinghuan intertwined her fingers with his and shook it gently. "Then will you accompany me to the Xinhua Bookstore?"

"it is good!"

There was no car, so the two walked over. Xu Qinghuan said, "I heard that being a driver in a transport team is a good job. When that job comes up, do you want to go to the transport team?"

Jiang Xingye was stunned for a moment. "What about you? Will you come to work at the county hospital?"

Xu Qinghuan shook his head. "No, I want to stay in the countryside for a while. I quite like this environment now."

Jiang Xingye said, "Then I won't go either. After the harvest, I want to open a furniture processing factory in the production team. If you don't want to be a doctor, then don't go anywhere."

"Okay!" Xu Qinghuan looked at him with a smile. The sign at the door advertising translators was still standing. Inside, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a patched white shirt was sitting at the counter, counting the bills.

Gong Mingjie raised his head and saw a very handsome man and woman walking in one after another. The woman was walking in front, and the young man's eyes were carefully protecting the woman, never leaving her side.

"Just look around!" Gong Mingjie quickly looked away.

Xu Qinghuan looked around and found that the Xinhua Bookstore at that time mostly sold books with profound political connotations, as well as comic books and some novels that conformed to political ideas. The content was very simple and was not within the range she wanted to choose from.

She rummaged around and finally found a dozen or so books in a corner called the legendary "Self-Study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry". Among them were three books on "Algebra", two books on "Plane Geometry", two books on "Physics" and two books on "Chemistry", and the two books on "Chemistry" were the same.

Xu Qinghuan wanted them all, but she was still not satisfied, so she picked and chose everywhere, and finally found a Chinese textbook for the second grade of junior high school between two volumes of "Selected Works of Literature".

Jiang Xingye brought the book she wanted to the counter. Gong Mingjie was extremely surprised to see the books the two had chosen. He calculated the bill, which was a total of eleven yuan and thirty cents. Xu Qinghuan was about to pay, but Jiang Xingye rushed to pay.

"Comrade, the "Self-study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" is incomplete. Can you still find some in stock here?" Xu Qinghuan asked.

Gong Mingjie shook his head. "This set of books was published in 63. It's been so many years now, and there have been no reprints in the meantime. Some of them are all here."

Xu Qinghuan felt a little helpless. She thought for a moment and pointed at the sign outside. "I saw you're hiring a translator. Can I give it a try?"

Gong Mingjie looked at her suspiciously. The girl looked young, but she bought a junior high school Chinese textbook. Could she understand foreign languages?
Every Xinhua Bookstore has the task of translating documents. His Xinhua Bookstore has posted a sign recruiting translators for half a year, but not only has it not completed the task, no one has even come to ask about it.

Now that he finally had one, Gong Mingjie naturally wouldn't chase him away. He asked, "What languages ​​can you translate?"

People used to learn Russian, and later became interested in learning English, which is why Gong Mingjie asked this question.

"Well...it depends on the situation. What kind of translation do you need?" Xu Qinghuan said awkwardly, mainly because this branch line did not exist in the book.

She only knew that there was a severe shortage of translators in this era. If the country wanted to catch up, it had to learn some knowledge from foreign countries, but there was a severe shortage of talent and the language barrier was difficult to break.

Presumably, there is a shortage of translators in all languages. What the country needs most now should be technology. In this regard, the technology of the United States, the United States, Country D and China is relatively developed.

Gong Mingjie: ...

Comrade, do you know what you are saying?

He was sure that this female comrade was here to cause trouble, but he had no evidence at the moment.

"Is language D okay?" Gong Mingjie deliberately picked a scarce one that could best achieve results.

Xu Qinghuan nodded, "Can I try it?"

"Of course I'll try. First, translate an article. I'll have it reviewed by the higher-ups. If the accuracy is above 98 percent, I'll hire you as a junior translator. The fee is $3.50 per thousand words."

In her previous life, she was often invited to perform surgeries at the largest hospital in Country D. One of her instructors was from Country D. Her D language was second only to her native language, and her D accent was comparable to that of an authentic Country D. From her accent alone, others could not tell that she was not from Country D.

What Xu Qinghuan got was a paper about medical treatment. She glanced at it, picked up her pen and started translating.

It took her almost forty-five minutes to write an article of nearly a thousand words, mainly because she wrote too slowly.

Without a computer, I could only write by hand, which was terrible.

But Gong Mingjie was shocked by this speed.

He had been watching from the side and saw with his own eyes that Xu Qinghuan would start writing after scanning a line. She must have not written for a long time, so her writing was a little rusty and slow. Otherwise, her speed could be improved.

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