Oh?

Lu Yunting raised his eyebrows, his foreign language level is not good, there are ready-made teachers to ask for, but I don't know if other girls are willing to teach him.

Not knowing what was going on, the American seemed to be angry, threw stacks of papers on the ground, and lashed out at the translator.

The two stood not far away to watch the excitement, waiting for the gringos to brush their sleeves away, and the interpreter and staff blackened their faces and cleaned up the mess.

"I'll ask what's going on."

Chen Guoqing walked over and greeted the translator, "Comrade Liu, what's wrong with Mr. Qiao?" Why is there such a big fire? ”

"Director Chen, let you laugh, the gringos are not easy to serve, I'm so angry."

"What the hell is going on? How can I help? ”

The interpreter pulled him aside, "Didn't I want to work with you last night?" I don't know what kind of madness he smoked, but he changed his hexagram in the morning. ”

Chen Guoqing nodded, "I know this, he wants the core technology, we can't give it." ”

Liu Yi patted him on the shoulder, "Actually, I don't approve of you doing this. ”

"Why?"

"Director Chen, if you have a chance, you can go out and see how big the outside world is."

"Although I don't understand household appliances, the technology content of that rice cooker is really not high, and foreigners want to imitate it, and they can make 10,000 units for you in one night."

Although this is the case, but Chen Guoqing feels harsh when he hears it.

"Translator Liu, you can't say that."

"Don't interrupt me yet, I'm talking about something ugly, but it makes sense, you saw the booth smashed by the little ghost, right? They started making home appliances 20 years before us, you can imitate them, and others can imitate you. ”

"We didn't imitate the rice cooker smashed by the imp." Chen Guoqing hurriedly explained.

"Don't interrupt first, no matter who imitates whom, Joe asks you to sell technology, you should sell it, you are a dignified man, how can you still listen to a woman?"

"Translator Liu, do you look down on our Wenjun?"

"Her name is Wen Jun? Is the surname Wen? Liu Yi took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, looking for a lighter everywhere.

"The surname is Song, Song Wenjun, the rice cooker was invented by her, and I have no right to let her sell technology."

"She invented it?"

Translator Liu sneered, "You haven't even done it with a woman, it's not that I said you, Director Chen, if you want to cooperate with foreigners, you must be bold, dare to do it, don't be afraid." ”

Chen Guoqing didn't want to talk to him about this.

"The Yankees are angry because they can't get the production technology of rice cookers? Isn't it a parody? ”

"It's not because of this."

"What's that?"

"A guy approached Joe and said he could sell him rice cooker technology, but it turned out to be a liar, and the technology he offered didn't work at all."

"Who?"

"I don't know, I wasn't asked to be a translator at the time, but I guess the other party can speak a foreign language, or have other translators to help."

Could it be Yu Fuhe?

This guy is a complete hypocrite who ran to Rongcheng at public expense and went back to his old club.

It's shameless.

"I have to leave in advance, I won't talk to you, Director Chen, think more about what I say."

When he walked away, Lu Yunting came over, and Chen Guoqing looked at him in embarrassment, "Please rest assured, I will not betray Wenjun." ”

"I believe in you."

He wanted to know the specific situation of Yu Fuhe, so Chen Guoqing told him what happened on the road.

"Lost all your designs?"

"Eighty percent was stolen by Yu Fuhe, but I don't know where he is hiding, it's so hateful!"

Thinking of being in the hotel at noon, Yu Fuhe looked confident.

But from beginning to end, Song Wenjun was very calm.

"Director Chen, the show is ahead, let's wait and see!"

(End of chapter)