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

Yang Bai politely declined.

"I'm fine with fishing for now, there's nothing wrong with it."

In his view, translation doesn't currently offer a high earning potential.

Only when it flourishes in the future will translation have a place to be used.

In his past life, he only used language as a tool; in this life, he will not seriously pursue a career in translation.

Lin Qing felt a pang of regret. These geniuses always had strange tempers, and the genius in front of him only wanted to be himself.

He didn't want to be confined to a square table; he knew in his heart that once a genius like him made a decision, it was not easy to change it.

"It's a bit of a shame, but I respect your decision."

He turned to Secretary Ma and said, "I was blind. Yang Bai is fully qualified to be a translator and accompany you."

Ma Ming snapped out of his daze and took the translation from his hand.

"Okay, thank you, Professor Lin."

"It's nothing. It's just a pity that China has lost a translator."

Lin Qing's gaze was deep, and a trace of regret flashed in his aged eyes.

Ma Ming doesn't think so. If Yang Bai is destined to be an outstanding person in the future, then perhaps the translation industry is the only thing that will limit him.

"Comrade Yang Bai, thank you for your trouble this time. I will go back and report to Commissioner Chen."

"Take a break."

"I'll see you off."

Yang Bai was about to get up.

Ma Ming waved his hand, "No need, your leg is still injured, you don't need to get up."

He accompanied Professor Lin into the car and drove Lin Qing to the dormitory building of Fuhai University.

Lin Qing pushed open the car door, still unwilling to give up.

"Secretary Ma, if you have the opportunity to see Yang Bai in the future, please tell him that if he is interested in studying translation, he can come to me at any time."

Ma Ming nodded in response: "Okay, I will definitely pass it on when I have the chance."

The car turned around and headed towards the regional compound. Ma Ming stepped into the commissioner's office and took out the English manuscript to report.

"Commissioner Chen, Professor Lin speaks highly of Yang Bai, saying he is fully capable of serving as the accompanying interpreter."

"To receive such high praise from Professor Lin?" Chen Sanqiang looked surprised. He had specially invited Lin Qing and knew his personality very well; Lin Qing was never stingy with praising others.

Ma Ming continued to explain: "At that time, Professor Lin was considering taking him as his apprentice and even planned to invite Yang Bai to teach at Fuhai University."

"Really?" Chen Sanqiang took off his glasses, a slow smile playing on his lips. "What's Yang Bai's attitude?"

Yang Bai declined, saying he still planned to go out to sea to fish.

Chen Sanqiang chuckled lightly: "That's right, Yang Bai has his own principles."

"The American delegation came on the 26th, and I arranged for him to be my accompanying interpreter."

Ma Ming replied, "Understood."

Inside the hospital.

After lunch, Zhang Ning pushed Yang Bai in a wheelchair downstairs for a follow-up examination.

The doctor lifted Yang Bai's trouser leg to examine him carefully. Seeing that the wound was not inflamed or oozing pus, he stood up and said...

"You're recovering very well and can be discharged today. Do you understand the precautions I gave you before?"

Zhang Ning replied, "I've remembered them all."

The doctor nodded: "Then you can proceed with the discharge procedures."

Zhang Ning came down to complete the discharge procedures.

As soon as Yang Bai was wheeled out of the hospital, he saw a village tractor parked at the entrance, with Yang Jun sitting on it, holding the handle and whistling.

"Brother Yang, come up here."

Yang Bai looked at the clean back compartment and sat down with Zhang Ning's help.

"It's cleaned so well it's like a mirror. You really put your heart into it."

Yang Jun wiped his nose. "Of course! Don't you know who I am? Sister Ning said there can't be any contamination in the back chamber, so I've definitely gone to great lengths for Brother Yang, what was it again?"

"I've been trying my best." Yang Bai rubbed his forehead. Had he actually studied seriously?

Yang Jun chuckled and scratched his head. "Right, right, it's a new idiom I recently learned. What do you think, Brother Yang?"

"Good," Yang Bai gave a thumbs up.

Yang Jun looked confused. "What's 'Gu'?"

Zhang Ning placed a blanket under Yang Bai's injured leg to prevent the wound from reopening due to the bumpy ride.

"Good means good. Is Yang Bai praising you?"

Yang Jun blushed slightly, "Oh, thank you so much."

The tractor started and bumped its way back to the village.

Luckily, there was a bed sheet to cushion it.

If it were just placed in the back compartment, it would probably end up back in the hospital.

Hearing the tractor outside, Su Wanqiu put down the clothes she was sewing and went outside.

Zhang Ning and Su Wanqiu helped Yang Bai out of the car, one on each side. Yang Jun positioned the wheelchair, and Yang Bai slowly sat down.

The group pushed Yang Bai, wheelchair and all, into the house. On the wooden table inside, there was a thick stack of fabrics of various colors, some new and some old, piled up to the brim.

Yang Bai glanced at the table, and for a moment, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to the time when he first bought the sewing machine. He couldn't help but ask, "Wanqiu, why are there so many clothes to make?"

Su Wanqiu smiled gently and explained, "Well, these past two days you've been hospitalized and not at home. Many people in the village heard that I finished making all of Commissioner Chen's clothes, so they came to ask me to help them make clothes."

She raised her hand to straighten the fabric on the table and continued, "Fortunately, Xiaojun and Dahai lent a hand, helping me with the bookkeeping, collecting money, and taking measurements for the villagers, which saved me a lot of effort. Even so, I still have a lot of work to finish."

Yang Bai turned to look at Yang Jun beside him, his eyes filled with approval: "You did a very good job on this matter."

Yang Jun immediately scratched his head sheepishly, smiling sincerely and warmly: "Brother Yang, you've done so many practical things for our village, helping everyone immensely. Our little thing is nothing at all!"

Yang Bai smiled slightly upon hearing this, turned his wheelchair to the wooden box by the wall, opened the lid, took out a pack of Huazi cigarettes and handed it over: "Here, smoke slowly."

Yang Jun's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the expensive cigarettes. His face lit up with joy, and he grinned as he took the cigarettes, carefully tucking them into his pocket. "Thanks, Brother Yang!"

After saying that, he rubbed his hands together and asked obediently, "Brother Yang, if there's nothing else, I'll go out and get back to work?"

Without waiting for a response, Yang Jun walked briskly and swaggered out of the house.

The room fell silent instantly. Yang Bai had been confined to the small courtyard for the past two days to recover from his injuries, with nothing to do all day, and he was practically going stir-crazy. His leg injury hadn't healed, so he couldn't go anywhere near or far. He had almost finished reading all the books he usually used to pass the time, and his days were dull and tedious.

He moved to an old rocking chair in the courtyard, casually pulled out a copy of "Les Misérables," covered his face with it, and closed his eyes to take a nap in the cool breeze, trying to pass the time.

Just then, a crisp knock came from outside the courtyard gate.

Yang Bai moved the book away from his face, lazily let out a long yawn, and slowly opened his eyes. Looking up, he saw Liu Qiang, the deputy captain of the fishery production brigade, standing outside the door.

He was covered in wet mud, wearing thick rain boots, and carrying a wooden bucket; he clearly had just come from the other side of the field.

"Yang Bai!" Liu Qiang called out with a smile, "The rice paddies in the village were just flooded, and lots of fat loaches are darting out of the ditches. It's quite a sight! Want to come along and catch some?"

Yang Bai pointed to his still-healing leg and shook his head helplessly: "I can't go. Look at my injury. If I touch the paddy field and get muddy, the wound will definitely become infected and worsen. You can go and get it yourself."

Liu Qiang, however, refused to give up, and said with a smile, "You don't need to do anything. Just go and join in the fun and take a look. You're cooped up at home recovering from your injury every day; you'll go crazy sooner or later. After we catch them, I'll give you half a bucket!"

Yang Bai's heart stirred, and he felt that what he said made sense. Now that he was unable to move around easily, it was as if he was trapped. It was really boring to stay in the courtyard all day. It would be good to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.

"Okay, then wait for me a moment."

He turned his wheelchair back inside, then came out alone in it. After a few days of rest, he could walk short distances without difficulty, but he still needed a wheelchair for long distances and extended walks.

Su Wanqiu, who was engrossed in sewing at the table, heard the noise, looked up at him, and asked softly, "Yang Bai, where are you going?"

"Let's go to the rice paddies and see how everyone is catching loaches, let's go for a walk," Yang Bai said truthfully, stopping his wheelchair.

Su Wanqiu was still worried and carefully instructed, "Just take a look, don't go into the field and get it wet, and don't aggravate the wound."

"Yes, I know."

Yang Bai responded and turned his wheelchair to leave. Liu Qiang quickly stepped forward, took the wheelchair armrests, and carefully pushed him, walking together towards the fields.