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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
When they reached the downstairs of Zinchong Company, Song Ling took Ji Mingshu to the elevator.
Zinc Hong Company is a new field under the Song Group. This time, it is a big deal with the M country, so Song Ling will come to sit in person.
The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and the project manager Jiang Wen was waiting at the door early in the morning. Seeing her, he hurried up to meet her, "Mr. Song."
Song Ling stepped on high heels, and while walking forward, she asked, "Are all the documents ready?"
Jiang Wen: "Everything is ready."
Song Ling: "What about the quotation?"
Jiang Wen followed behind her, and when he heard her words, he hurriedly handed over the documents in his hand.
Song Ling took it, lowered his head and turned directly to the page of the quotation. He glanced at the numbers on it, and suddenly frowned, and asked, "Isn't it six o'clock, why is it seven o'clock?"
Jiang Wen explained: "The other party said that our environmental protection index did not meet the requirements, so they pressed a little..."
Before Jiang Wen finished speaking, he suddenly saw the person in front of him stop.
He thought something was wrong, so he looked up, followed her line of sight to the meeting preparation room, and explained: "This is the person invited by Xingsheng Translation Office to do translation later, they are a first-class translation company. ."
Ji Mingshu also looked up and saw Shen Zhao with his back to the door.
She froze for a moment, then subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the boss.
Sure enough, the enemy's road is narrow.
Song Ling retracted his gaze, stopped looking at people in the distance, and walked straight to the office.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting officially began.
Shen Zhao followed Tang Jia and sat next to the conference table, holding a pen and paper in his hand, and there were documents prepared in advance, just in case.
On-site translation requires 100% concentration and records the information the other party says at all times. This process is different from classroom practice, and there will be many uncertainties on the spot.
When the two parties entered, Shen Zhao raised his eyes and saw Song Ling coming in at the door, and was suddenly stunned.
Song Ling didn't even look at her. She was wearing a formal dress today, which is the attire and aura that a formal occasion should have.
The whole meeting lasted for two hours. Tang Jia was in charge of the main venue, while Shen Zhao and several other people were in charge of other auxiliary parts. There were many professional words in the middle. The translation is very authentic.
Song Ling raised his eyes and looked at Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao also just raised his head, the eyes of the two met, and their eyes met.
At the end of the meeting, the two sides had a pleasant discussion on cooperation.
Tang Jia breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said to Shen Zhao: "Shen Zhao, thanks to you today, how did you know the term 'carbon steel'? I remember that the information I gave did not mention it from beginning to end. ."
Several people laughed and praised Shen Zhao for his rich vocabulary, Shen Zhao was a little embarrassed, she curled her lips and said, "It was also a coincidence that I suddenly went to check the business of this company last night, and I happened to find that there is a new product called 'carbon steel'. I went to check the product, and I didn’t expect it to come in handy today.”
Tang Jia smiled and said, "Anyway, I really owe you today."
Ji Mingshu came in from outside and said to everyone, "Miss Tang, we, President Song, invite everyone to dinner at night."
Tang Jia was wearing a long lake cyan dress, with a gentle appearance, her brows and eyes curved, and she said with a smile, "Thank you Mr. Song for your hospitality then."
Ji Mingshu nodded slightly, raised his eyes calmly and glanced at Shen Zhao who was standing next to Tang Jia, then turned and left the conference room.
Shen Zhao met Ji Mingshu's gaze just now, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
The President Song in her mouth should be Song Ling.
It turned out that Song Ling was actually the boss of the Song Group.
While in a trance, the phone in the bag suddenly vibrated.
She pulled back her thoughts and hurriedly took out her mobile phone. Just because of work, she temporarily turned off the ringtone of the mobile phone.
Shen Zhao was stunned when he saw the incoming call on the screen.
It's Sier's phone.
She took her mobile phone and asked someone casually, "Hello, where is the bathroom?"
The man pointed forward, "Over there."
"OK, thanks."
Shen Zhao quickly ran towards the bathroom, pressing the call button to connect the phone.
For a whole week, they had no contact.
"Hello." Shen Zhao spoke first and said softly.
The other end was stunned for a while, before a gentle voice came: "Zhaozhao... Are you okay?"
Shen Zhao stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom sink. She lowered her eyes, thinking of what happened at Tingcheng Hospital that night.
Within a year, they didn't quarrel, except for the long-distance relationship, they looked like a couple in a passionate love period. But this time, there was nothing, no arguing, no quarrel. For the first time, there was a rift. They knew each other, but no one said anything.
Shen Zhao felt a little uncomfortable, her voice choked unconsciously, she endured the sourness and hummed softly.
Rui Sier heard the choked sob in her voice, and her heart jolted for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Zhaozhao, don't take those words that night to heart."
Shen Zhao lowered her eyes, her eyes gradually became wet, and her vision became blurred. She asked her, "So, will you break up with me?"
The answer to her was silence. Shen Zhao listened to the silent silence on the phone, and finally said, "Zhaozhao, let's not talk about this, okay?"
Raisel has no way of guaranteeing, and is even more reluctant to face this problem.
But the crack has already appeared, and there is no way for people to ignore it anymore.
It seems that only by keeping his mouth shut can such superficial calm be maintained.
Shen Zhao's tears dripped, she raised her hand to wipe it off, and said lightly, "Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Shen Zhao raised her head and forced the tears back into her eyes. She took a deep breath, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
"If it's uncomfortable, it's better to cry."
Shen Zhao was stunned and looked up to see Song Ling who appeared in the mirror at an unknown time.
She turned back and looked at her, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, her eyes were red, like a little white rabbit.
"You overheard me?" Shen Zhao asked her in a slightly hoarse voice.
"I'm not interested in eavesdropping." Song Ling raised his hand and handed over a tissue, and said in a low voice, "In the future, things like breaking up calls should not be in public places like the bathroom."
Shen Zhao pursed her lower lip. She didn't pick up the tissue in her hand. She raised the back of her hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She said coldly, "No need, thank you."
Turn around and leave.
Song Ling suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her arm, pulling the person back.
Shen Zhao was startled, broke free subconsciously, and said in fright, "What are you doing?!"
Song Ling raised his eyes and stared into those crying eyes, they were wet, the old agility was gone, replaced by fear and hostility.
Song Ling didn't want to see such eyes, she frowned impatiently, and said in a deep voice, "What do you like about that Raisel?"