Ning Qiu had obviously dressed up carefully today, with painted eyebrows, specially applied lipstick, and delicate makeup, which looked solemn and not rude. The woman walked gracefully through the hall on the first floor, holding a stack of materials in her hand, and quickly browsing the documents in English.

A nice and calm voice sounded, "Xiao Xiao, remember to check the manuscript again later, and summarize the words that may have been mentioned in the meeting for the last time, and don't make mistakes later." ”

"Yes, Team Leader Ning," Lu Xiaoxiao replied quickly.

"Also, Yu Jing, remember to check the microphone and wires ten minutes before the opening"

Suddenly remembering something, Ning Qiu said uneasily, "And if you miss it, don't pause, you know, I'll add it later." ”

"Yes! Guaranteed completion of the task. The baby-faced man walking behind replied solemnly.

Ning Qiu glanced back at Yu Jing, who was nervous, was there really no problem? Forget it, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and the big deal will be translated by one person. It's not that Ning Qiu hasn't seen a big international scene, which is really trivial. As for the ability to resist pressure, Ning Qiu really couldn't help it, and he didn't bother to care, he didn't care about Yu Jing anymore, Ning Qiu continued to move forward with steady steps.

Lu Xiaoxiao glanced at Yu Jing obliquely, her eyes revealed a worried emotion, is it really okay, after all, it is the first time to translate on a large occasion, but after all, he did not comfort him, otherwise he would definitely be scolded.

Looking at the cold back in front of him, Xiao Xiao had no jealousy in his eyes, obviously graduated from the translation major of the Chinese University outside the capital in the same year, and worked in the first translation office in the capital for three years, Ning Qiu has become the leader of a group of translators, which requires not only the professional skills of translators, but also firm beliefs.

I still can't compare with this person, sighed briefly, Lu Xiaoxiao had already stepped out of this emotion, and seriously went over the exclusive words in the meeting.

Their simultaneous interpretation is different from ordinary translation, there is no speech in front of them, and they cannot predict what the speaker will say next, to put it bluntly, it is an impromptu translation, and 80% of the translated original text is already a senior translator, so simultaneous interpretation needs to be translated in groups of three, take turns to translate, and take notes, otherwise the brain will not be able to receive too much information in the first place, and one person will not be able to translate.

Ning Qiu once again looked at the speeches of the representatives they were responsible for this time, familiarized himself with the speaking habits, and made sure that there would be no mistakes before putting down the documents in his hand and browsing the hall, this time I am afraid that most of the world's elites have come, and the hall is full of various Chinese languages and races.

Ning Qiu was on the translation desk on the first floor, and his vision was the best. Looking at the formal wear of various colors, Rao is mood is not easy to fluctuate, and she can't help but sigh, so many kinds of suits can be a fashion show, and everyone compares to which one to win the championship.

There were still twenty minutes before the meeting time, and almost half of the seats on the second and third floors were empty, after all, it was an exchange meeting, not about customs, and everyone was chatting with acquaintances at the moment.

It's just that what you can recognize at a glance are people in the military circles. Because soldiers always have a kind of bearing that sits like a clock and stands like a pine, which is appreciated.

Suddenly, a figure attracted Ning Qiu to look over, it was really strange, looking from here, a figure in the middle of the first row of the hall on the first floor, looking at the clothes, it should be a Huaxia soldier, how long has he been sitting there, since the people in the translation team came here, they have been sitting there motionless, because there is a hat to cover it, and they can't see their faces, but they can still see that the resolute chin and weakened lips are pursed into a line.

In general, if it weren't for the high level and seniority, ordinary soldiers would not sit there fixedly, but looking at the age, he is not a veteran, how can he be so magnificent.

The three-storey Golden Hall is crowded with people.

Different national symbols, different languages filled everything in the venue, before the start, the scene was also extraordinarily lively, Mu Feichi sat in the first row of the second-story stairs like a sculpture, his delicate but cold facial features were hidden under the big-brimmed hat, and his dark and deep eyes revealed full of impatience.

"Boss, the news is wrong this time, and the target will not appear." A voice came from inside the invisible headphones.

Mu Fei continued to maintain his original movements quietly, his face was calm and unusual.

His hands seemed to be placed on the handrails casually, but he had not moved since he entered the field, and if it weren't for the fact that his feet were on the golden guardrail in front of the steps, he would have thought it was a sitting military posture.

Several people in suits and leather shoes walked slowly down the aisle, speaking fluent English, and one of them, a man with a slightly pale face and flat features, happened to see Mu Feichi's feet leaning against the guardrail.

Although Mu Feichi is very low-key, there are still people who want to make a high-profile appearance.

Strode up to Mu Feichi, and said loudly, "Sir please leave your feet. this is public occasion .”

Broken English, Ning Qiu can hear this voice in the audience, obviously they are all Chinese, what English they say, they forget that they are still English majors.

The attention of the rest of the people who were chatting was also attracted by the sound here, and they all looked at Mu Feichi's side.

The flat-faced man was still indifferent when he saw Mu Feichi, thinking that Mu Feichi didn't understand what he said, and emphasized again, "Please, put down your feet and respect the people and architects here, OK?" ”

Mu Feichi rubbed his ears as if he had been woken up, and a low, slightly hoarse voice spat out from his thin lips, "Noise!" ”

The man was startled by Mu Feichi's cold voice, seeing that Mu Feichi was so arrogant and ignoring himself, his face suddenly turned unkind, and he raised his hand to pull Mu Feichi up from the chair.

“Do you want to death.” Mu Feichi sat there still without moving, and said lightly.

This time, the pronunciation is not bad! Ning Qiu sighed, pure authentic American English!

The hand that was about to grab Mu Feichi stopped in mid-air, not because Mu Feichi could speak English, but because of the dark eyes hidden under the brim of his hat, with a killing intent without any jokes, yes, it was the killing intent that had been sharpened countless times on the battlefield, or even worse.

"You! Which unit are you a soldier in! Such a shame on our country! Who do you think raised you, and if it weren't for the taxes paid by us merchants, you wouldn't even be able to wear this garment! ”

There were also some people around who had been soldiers, and they all looked strange when they heard this.

"Where did this rich second generation come from, this can offend all those who have been soldiers." Lu Xiaoxiao also looked at the audience in surprise.

Ning Qiu was also a little concerned about this matter, she was more curious about what the man who was said like this would do, he was insulted to the door, if this man did it directly, Ning Qiu would not feel strange.

However, what is surprising is that he actually sat down calmly, his movements were extremely graceful and slow, and he directly ignored the people around him.

"You don't have anything to say, there are people like you in our country, and it's also ......," the flat-faced man continued triumphantly, not noticing a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Shut up! If you have the ability to say these words, it is better to go to the last battlefield! Suddenly, an imposing voice came from behind.

The flat-faced man was taken aback, looked at Fuda, who came out from behind, with a strong figure and wild facial features, and said unwillingly: "Is what I said wrong?" ”

Where could Fuda endure this breath, his big hand pinched the man's neck, the strength was sufficient, but not to death: "Say it again, believe it or not, I let you die now." ”

The man struggled with his hands and feet, but he couldn't break the strength of this hand, and suddenly there was a very small voice that all three of them could hear: "Don't get killed." ”