"The customs of Arab women can't be controlled by Chinese women, right?" Secretary Ma laughed shamefully, "Can't they all show their eyes when they come?"

"But this is a formal welcome ceremony!" Dean Zhou's face turned red with anger, "If you do this, it is tantamount to provoking their customs in person!"

"You're too alarmist, aren't you! How can it be as serious as you say?" Secretary Ma pouted disapprovingly.

Dean Zhou didn't pay any attention to Secretary Ma anymore, and waved at the more than 20 female students, "Let's go quickly, come back when you are dressed neatly." ”

Hula...... This group of flowery female students immediately dispersed.

was slapped in the face by Dean Zhou in public, Secretary Ma was full of anger, and he was bent on learning how to earn face back, and when he turned his head, he just saw Su Chi, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"I said Dean Zhou, he is the translator you found?"

"Yes. Dean Zhou's head tilted to one side. What the old opponent wants to do, he can guess what he doesn't say.

"Aren't you fooling around?" Secretary Ma's voice immediately raised an octave, "It's a shame that you're still the dean of the School of Foreign Languages, and you don't even know a little common sense! Arabic is one of the most difficult languages in the world to learn, and how can you learn it without ten or eight years of hard work? How old is he? At most, he's in his early twenties! You just can't find an Arabic interpreter, and you shouldn't just pull it over and fool around with it! This is a formal welcome ceremony!"

Secretary Ma returned Dean Zhou's reprimand to him just now, not to mention how happy he was.

Dean Zhou's head was still on the side, and he didn't say a word.

He also has a fire in his heart, not to mention that Secretary Ma doesn't believe it, and he doesn't believe how high this hairy boy in his early twenties can be in Arabic.

But this hairy boy is the person recommended by Principal Liang, so he can only admit it.

What the?

He was the Arabic translator invited by Dean Zhou?

The dozen or so teachers whispered for a while, and kept looking at Su Chi.

Eighty percent of this kid is a recent graduate of the Arabic major, right? After four years of rough study, he dares to come here to be a translator? I really don't know how thick the sky is!

Dean Zhou was miserable, but the exchange group was accompanied by government officials from the two countries, and he was afraid that he would be thrown abroad!

Behind a big tree not far away, Lin Xiaoqiu covered his mouth and sneered.

"Let you brag again! This is miserable, isn't it? Look at how you bad guy get out of power!"

Su Chi, who was in front of everyone, walked to the steps at the entrance of the auditorium as if he was fine, lit a cigarette, and took a big puff.

Secretary Ma was overjoyed when he saw it, pointed at Su Chi with a straight face, and angrily reprimanded: "Put out the cigarettes! Who made you smoke? Smoking is not allowed in the school, don't you know?"

"Shut up for me!" Su Chi glared, and pointed at Secretary Ma with his finger holding the cigarette, "Young Master Ben was invited by you to help, you beep me again, believe it or not, I'll slap my ass and leave!"

"You can't ...... if you love to go"

Halfway through the words, Secretary Ma had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and swallowed it back raw.

You can't bomb him away!

This kid is a translator invited by Zhou Guangwei, the lower his quality, the more embarrassed Zhou Guangwei becomes, and he blew him away, wouldn't it help Zhou Guangwei?

Zhou Guangwei, this old guy, has obviously reached the age of retirement, but he holds the position of dean, so that I can only be a party secretary.

Other local secretaries are in power, but the secretary of the local party committee like the school is just an ornament, and if I don't get him down, I will never have a bright future.

There's never been a better time to do it!

Associate Professor Yang's resignation report has already arrived, and I will not give it to you until this morning, just to catch you off hand!

Zhou Guangwei, just wait to make a fool of yourself! When you are embarrassed and thrown outside, I have to pull you off the horse!

Secretary Ma's heart was overjoyed, but Dean Zhou's heart sank to the bottom.

Principal Liang, Principal Liang, who are you recommending to me?

If he knows a few words of Arabic and doesn't speak it, why is his mouth still dirty? After a while, the exchange group came, and if he still had this quality, there would really be no place for my old face.

Not only Dean Zhou thought so, but the teachers who were close to him were also full of worries.

The people in Secretary Ma's family all gloated more and more one by one. They seemed to have seen the dean's seat replaced by Secretary Ma, and they also ascended to heaven with the chicken dog.

Lin Xiaoqiu, who was hiding behind the big tree, looked unwilling.

"Why did the old man Ma wilt at a critical time? That bad guy pointed at your nose and scolded, you didn't hurry up and reprimand him, I'm really angry!"

Ten minutes later, the girls came back one after another, this time all changing into long skirts and trousers, and standing in a row in front of the auditorium.

After another dozen minutes, several cars and a luxury bus stopped in front of the auditorium.

As soon as the door of the luxury bus opened, an old man about fifty years old, with a white head and eyes at the bottom of a bottle, was the first to rush down the door, and he didn't care about wiping the sweat on his forehead, and ran to Dean Zhou in a few steps, "Dean, where is Associate Professor Yang?"

As he spoke, the old man turned his head to search for the person around, with an eager face,

"Associate Professor Yang can't come, Professor Song, I still have to leave the translation to you. Dean Zhou patted him on the shoulder, looking serious.

"Associate Professor Yang didn't come, so you didn't ask for a single translator?" Professor Song pricked his hands and looked bitter, "I can't stand it, I can do theory, I can't speak at all." I can almost hear what they say, but they barely understand what I say. ”

"There is one other translator," Dean Zhou turned his head to look at Su Chi, "It's him." ”

"He?" Professor Song glanced at Su Chi up and down a few times, turned around, and returned to the luxury bus, "Let's do it with me!"

Su Chi is so young that he looks like a college student who hasn't graduated yet. In China, Arabic was only taught in universities, and Professor Song had taught for decades, so he knew too well what level those Arabic students were.

At this time, many boys and girls wearing Arab national costumes had already walked down the luxury bus. Professor Song spoke and gestured to a middle-aged man who looked like a teacher leading the team for a long time, but the person was still confused.

There were also more than a dozen people in those cars, including the Chinese translator of the UAE consulate, but he just watched and did not relieve Professor Song.

Why? Because this is the Faculty of Foreign Chinese of Haidu University, where foreign languages are taught!

If someone else needs to translate for you during the formal welcome ceremony, it will be tantamount to hitting the face of the Foreign Chinese College, or even Haidu University, one of the best institutions of higher learning in China!

The scene became more and more embarrassing, and the faces of those officials gradually became gloomy, and there was anger in the eyes of Dean Zhou and the teachers and students of the School of Foreign Languages.

At this moment, Su Chi spoke slowly.

"Welcome to Huaxia, flowers of the desert!"