Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

Yang Jun waved and said, "Understood, Brother Yang."

As soon as he came downstairs, he saw a car parked in the open space outside the hospital.

Yang Jun was filled with curiosity.

"Is it some important person coming this time?"

He took out a cigarette and lit it, wanting to see who the important person inside was.

The car door opened, and a young man and a middle-aged man in a short-sleeved shirt stepped out.

He didn't recognize the middle-aged man, but he recognized the young man. Wasn't he Commissioner Chen's secretary, Ma Ming?

What is he doing here?

Yang Jun quickly returned to the ward.

Yang Bai put down the book in his hand and looked up at him: "Xiao Jun, why are you back again?"

Yang Jun gestured with his chin towards the ground floor: "Brother Yang, guess who I bumped into downstairs just now?"

Yang Bai asked calmly, "Who is it that warrants your special trip back to report?"

Yang Jun lowered his voice: "It's Secretary Ma from Commissioner Chen's office. He brought a middle-aged man over. Brother Yang, do you think they came specifically to see you?"

Yang Bai smiled. "They really did come to see me. Commissioner Chen even made a special trip here yesterday."

The middle-aged man next to me was probably an English expert I'd brought in to check my translation skills.

Yang Jun was stunned upon hearing this.

"The commissioner came to visit Brother Yang in person!"

He gave a thumbs up.

"Wow, that's impressive. Even the Party Secretary wouldn't get this kind of treatment if he were sick."

He never expected that such an important figure would come to visit Yang Bai after he was injured.

It seems they've discovered something truly remarkable about fishing.

"Brother Yang, I'll go stand guard at the door and I'll tell you when I come."

Yang Jun jogged to the door and looked around.

Yang Bai put the book in his hand into the drawer and took out the pre-translated Chinese-English manuscript.

Shortly after, Yang Jun lowered his voice and said, "Secretary Ma is here, Brother Yang."

He straightened his clothes. To be a secretary to a commissioner, one's official position must be quite high, certainly higher than that of the branch secretary.

Seeing Ma Ming gradually walking towards him, Yang Jun reached out his hand to greet him.

"Secretary Ma, I am Brother Yang, uh, no, Comrade Yang Bai's younger brother, from the same village, a crew member in Comrade Yang Bai's team, Yang Jun, just call me Xiao Jun."

He knew that officials didn't like people addressing each other as brothers or engaging in factionalism.

Even after rehearsing your speech in your mind many times, you'll still inevitably stutter when speaking to someone like that.

Ma Ming nodded slightly in response.

Where is Comrade Yang Bai?

Yang Jun pointed inside and said, "They're resting in bed. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

He knew his secretary was looking for Yang Bai, and he didn't want to cause trouble for her.

They left first.

Ma Ming walked into the ward and saw Yang Bai on the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

Yang Bai smiled and said, "Secretary Ma, thank you for your trouble. My health is recovering quite well."

"You've come to see the manuscript I translated, right? It's already finished."

He took out two manuscripts from the table and gave them to Ma Ming.

Ma Ming glanced at it briefly; he understood English, but not as much as the person behind him.

"Director Lin, please take a look at this translation."

Professor Lin, Lin Qing, was previously an English professor at Beijing Foreign Studies University.

He is highly experienced and was specially invited by the commissioner to serve as the head of the Foreign Languages ​​Department at Fuhai University.

Lin Qing glanced at Yang Bai lying on the bed. "Did he translate this manuscript?"

Ma Ming nodded. "Yes, he is a fisherman who speaks multiple languages."

Lin Qing pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, shook his head, and smiled.

"The fishermen speak foreign languages, Secretary Ma, don't be fooled."

"I've met many people who claim to be geniuses, but they're immediately exposed when you see them in person."

He didn't look down on Yang Bai, but he simply didn't believe that a fisherman could speak a foreign language.

He also despised habitual liars, and if it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was the commissioner's secretary, he would have turned around and left immediately.

Lin Qing didn't even glance at the translated manuscript before throwing it on the bed.

"Young comrade, stop making a fuss. I don't see any need for an inspection."

"If I confess voluntarily, I'm considering not calling the police. But if I'm not honest, then it's fraud."

He had seen countless swindlers, and as long as he said this one sentence, the other party would have to obediently beg for mercy.

Yang Bai's eyes remained calm as he pointed casually at the translated manuscript.

"How do you know I'm a liar if you didn't see it?"

Lin Qing stood there stunned, not expecting this person to be so shameless.

He said these words without batting an eye.

"You still won't admit it even when you're about to die?"

Yang Bai shook his head.

"I'm not a scammer, why would I admit to that?"

Lin Qing laughed in exasperation.

"You're a fisherman, you speak English? Who would believe that!"

"If you're not a fraud, then the whole world will speak Mandarin!"

Yang Bai held up five fingers.

"Not only that, I also speak five languages: English, Japanese, German, Italian, and Russian."

Lin Qing burst into laughter.

"This is utterly ridiculous! Five countries? If you actually knew English today, I'd change my surname to yours on the spot!"

Yang Bai then spoke in a perfect London accent.

"Alright, it's a deal. If I can speak English, you'll take my surname."

(Okay, deal. If I can speak English, you'll take my last name.)

Lin Qing was so startled by these words that he trembled and took half a step back, wondering if he had misheard.

"You, say it again."

Yang Bai continued to show off his London accent.

"Does what I'm saying now satisfy you, does it count as knowing?"

(Are you satisfied with what I've said? Do you understand now?)

He smiled slightly.

Lin Qing's mind suddenly became chaotic. The fisherman in front of her had a very authentic accent. He must have been a native Londoner or someone who had lived in London for many years, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to have developed such an accent.

"You, you're not Chinese! Who are you?"

Yang Bai shrugged. "I am who I am. I have identification, I'm a genuine Chinese citizen."

Lin Qing then opened the two translated Chinese and English manuscripts, and the more he read, the more alarmed he became.

This ability far surpasses that of most professionals; even he can only slightly surpass it through his expertise.

The person in front of him was just a fisherman, and he was truly amazed.

Lin Qing swallowed hard, wiped away her cold sweat, and extended her hand.

"Comrade Yang Bai, are you interested in teaching at Fuhai University? Tell me what benefits you want, and I will personally take care of anything I can do."

He no longer doubted Yang Bai's English ability. Although it was beyond his comprehension, the evidence presented before him made it hard for him not to believe it.

The fishermen before me are true geniuses.

A genius in languages.

If properly trained, one day they could stand in the United Nations as translators, and even win the highest award in the translation field.

Being a fisherman in this small place would be a disgrace to his talent.

Ma Ming, who was standing to the side, was a little dumbfounded. If he hadn't been a secretary for so long, he would have long since learned not to show his inner thoughts on the surface.

Otherwise, his expression right now would definitely be one of utter astonishment.

Yang Bai's professionalism was such that even an old professor personally approached him to recruit him.