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Live again         Chapter 124 [Xia Wanqiu’s Translation, Reward, One Point]

Liu Hui's script is really intimidating when he first reads the first day of the junior high school. Many professional words are piled up together, giving people a very powerful feeling. Youdao is an outsider watching the fun, so Fan Qirong thinks it is good.

Ci Juanjuan naturally distrusts what Hao said. No matter how you look at it, Ren Hao is a first-year high school kid. "Boy, is there any basis for what you said?"

Ren Hao's answer was surprising to her: "No, I'm just a child, just talk about it casually, haha, just listen to one thing and ignore me." True and false, false and false. To put it bluntly, Ren Hao was not obliged to give Liu Hui too much guidance, so they thought that whether it was the truth or the lies, Ren Hao would not lose much.

Ci Juanjuan almost got angry at him and knocked on his forehead: "Hmph, it turns out that you are talking nonsense."

Fan Qirong stood up at this time, she frowned and shook her head: "Juanjuan, probably, what Hao said is true."

"Ha? How do you know?"

Fan Qirong looked at Liu Hui, then turned her eyes to Ci Juanjuan: "Hao has written something similar, and after it was adopted, the price offered to him by the other party is more than twice that of an ordinary screenwriter, so his words are more authoritative than us. If Hao says that this script is not good, it is probably really bad."

Ci Juanjuan was stunned: "Has he written a script? Which movie?"

"Well, ask him yourself

Ci Juanjuan grabbed Ren Hao and asked non-stop. After that, she seemed very silent, as if she was thinking about something. Until the time when she was about to eat, she rejected Fan Qirong's invitation and left in shame. She looked a little depressed. Ci Juanjuan waited for a while, but went back without eating.

Only Fan Qirong and Ren Hao were left in the room.

"Hao. It seems that you always target Liu Hui just now. Is there any reason?"

"I didn't target him. If it weren't for your face, I wouldn't have told him whether the script was good or bad, and let him take a detour."

Fan Qirong shook her head and looked at him. Not long after, Fang said, "Forget it, I won't say this anymore, um. Don't you always feel that you owe anything to my aunt. In this way, before submitting the manuscript of my aunt's book, you will help you to take a look at it. If we pick the wrong ones, then we will not owe anyone."

"It's still not possible. The editor is in charge of the wrong job. Even if you neglect yourself, the editor is professional and will basically not miss it."

Fan Qirong had no choice but to roll her eyes to him: "When will this child become sloppy?"

Ren Hao laughed and said, "This is a matter of principle. If you don't want this money, I will be uneasy all day long." Looking at the unhappy look that ignited again between Aunt Rong's eyebrows, Ren Hao hurriedly stopped and changed the topic: "You are going to move in the past few days, are you packing up your things? Why don't I help you organize it?"

"No need for now. Although I bought the house, it has not been renovated yet. Aunt has to wait for the demolition and decoration to buy furniture. Well, how is your family? I asked my elder sister yesterday, and she hasn't decided where to move to." Fan Qirong knew that Ren Hao's family was not rich. The last time she went there, she discussed with Zhuo Yuqin. If the money was not enough, get some from her first. However, with Ren Xueyu's personality, Zhuo Qian's money can be borrowed, but he will never borrow Fan Qirong's money.

"Our family doesn't know yet, but if possible, haha, I still want to be a neighbor with Aunt Rong."

Fan Qirong touched his little face: "Okay, you've made money now. With your family's demolition money, you should be able to buy Cuilin's house. Well, the lowest price there is 4,000 per meter, and the average price is about 430."

"Well, I have to discuss it with my parents when I go back." Speaking of this issue, Ren Hao suddenly looked at his eyes: "Aunt Rong, can you give me your room key? I want to go there to see the environment and room layout."

Without thinking, Fan Qirong took out a key ring from the small drawer of the desk, and two identical keys hung on it. Aunt Rong took off the pull-up ring and handed it to Ren Hao: "Take it, remember, it is Unit 503, Building 1, Cuilin Community. After you finished reading it, you don't have to give it to your aunt, just put it in your mother's place."

With the relationship between the two companies, the keys of each company are backed up in the other party to prevent accidents. Last time, Fan Qirong lost her key, which was the door that opened with Ren Hao's backup key.

"I understand, then I'll go back first and "eat with my aunt, the vegetarian dumplings I made."

"No, my mother has already prepared the meal. If I don't go back, she will have to be anxious again. Well, goodbye Aunt Rong."

"goodbye."

During the remaining days of National Day holiday, Ren Hao was busy sorting out the scripts and modifying conversations that he thought were inappropriate. Finally, he copied the prepared Chinese script to a 3.5-inch floppy disk.

On the first day of school, Ren Hao went to Xia Wanqiu's office during lunch break. Since English teacher Ruan Jingyuan was also having dinner beside him, he paid attention to his words, "Teacher Xia, I want to ask you for help, can you see?"

Xia Wanqiu was eating the meal in the cafeteria while saying a word vaguely: "Say."

Ren Hao took out the floppy disk and put it on Xia Wanqiu's desk: "Look, if you are convenient, can you help me translate the things in this floppy disk? Well, it's in Japanese, which will cause you trouble."

Xia Wanqiu frowned and put down his chopsticks: "Japanese?"

"Yes, I have an urgent need, thank you."

Ren Hao thought Xia Wanqiu would refuse or ask the truth clearly, but who knew that Xia Wanqiu only said "um" lightly, put the floppy disk into the table, and stopped talking.

"Then... thank you really for your hard work."

Ren Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the series of explanations prepared for the Japanese translation were useless. Whether summer or late autumn or late autumn was not, all actions were beyond Ren Hao's expectations.

The next afternoon.

Just as Ren Hao and Cui Wenwen were talking about music topics, they heard someone calling her name at the door of the class. Then, Jiang Wei stood up suddenly, his voice full of vigilance: "What are you doing?"

When Ren Hao saw that the person coming was Zhou Kailiang who had been beaten by him. After so many days, his injury was healed.

Zhou Kailiang said, "Teacher Xia asked you to go. He is in the Political and Educational Department." He turned around and left. It was obvious that he was reluctant to bring this sentence.

Political and Educational Department.

Xia Wanqiu heard the knock on the door. He said softly, "In". After seeing the person coming was Ren Hao, she stretched out her slender finger and clicked on the computer screen: "The translation is complete." Due to limited funds, the English office is not equipped with a computer at the moment, and only the Political and Educational Department and several important office points are available.

Complete translation?

Ren Hao was stunned at the time, "It won't be so fast, right? It took me nearly three hours to enter these Chinese into the computer one by one. Not to mention that you have to translate it?" Moreover, compared to Xia Wanqiu, who had been in contact with the computer for a short time, Ren Hao's typing speed was definitely more than a little faster than her.

Xia Wanqiu stood up and leaned her hips against the desk, leaving her seat without saying a word.

Ren Hao sighed in his heart. He understood a little bit that the reason why Xia Wanqiu was so fast should be that she didn't care about it, and it would take three days.

But after all, they helped him, and Ren Hao didn't show any other emotions on his face. He slowly walked to the computer and sat down, moved his mouse and clicked on the script to translate the script under the Japanese system.

Ren Hao looked at the fifty tone picture for a while, then took a breath of air conditioning!

Japanese dialogue is very different from Chinese in details. One of the important manifestations is that in Japanese, men and women, elderly and children, adults and minors, they speak differently. They are simply the word "I". Different people or different personalities can speak many kinds. Moreover, there are too many and many kinds of words at the ending of Japanese.

The so-called "whoever says what" is the most difficult thing for Chinese translation to do.

But it happened in summer and late autumn, and it took one day.

In fact, before Ren Hao gave Xia Wanqiu floppy disk, he wanted to remind her to show the character's character through dialogue. This is also a very important thing for animation scripts. But considering that he was troubled by others, he did not make that excessive request. Ren Hao thought that this job could only be tried in his half-baked Japanese.

well……

Ren Hao was a little speechless. It can be seen that Xia Wanqiu had put a lot of effort into this translation. If he blindly translated the manuscript without reading it a few times, he would definitely not have such an effect.

Ren Hao really felt a little incredible. I remember that Xia Wanqiu had no computer at home and said that she took out her spare time to do these at school, but why so quickly?

The answer will be revealed soon.

It was just because at this time, Xia Wanqiu's charging phone rang, "Mom, what's the matter... um... um... um, I didn't go home yesterday... um... school has something to do... the phone is out of battery... I know... um... is there something else... um, I'm hanging up."

"Teacher Xia, you, you have been typing here all night and haven't gone home?" Ren Hao was stunned.

Xia Wanqiu, who was tired, took a sip of tea and looked at him sideways: "Don't get me wrong. I didn't go back yesterday because I had too much work on National Day, so I could only rush overnight. Your manuscript is too easy and I finished it in three hours."

Ren Hao felt like a mirror in his heart: "Teacher Xia, thank you."

Xia Wanqiu nodded, leaned against the table, neither urging him away nor speaking, and just drank tea in a sip.

"Don't you ask me why I want this Japanese translation?"

Xia Wanqiu's eyelids drooped, but he didn't look at him: "No need."

Ren Hao exhaled twice, turned around and pointed to the monitor: "Since you are a Japanese student, you should know Japanese animation. This "deathnote" is, my job is to write scripts, which are the ones you translated. Well, Risheng Company has adopted this script now, but their producers are almost all Japanese, so naturally they can't understand this Chinese script, so I asked you to translate it." Qiu Jingjing listened and said nothing.

"Well, of course, it's not impossible if I send it to them for translation. However, there is no staff on Risheng who specializes in translating scripts. If you force yourself to find one, it will definitely be non-professional. It is basically impossible to fully display the content of my script, resulting in a huge discount of quality. Or, I guess they will constantly ask me during production. In order to avoid trouble, it's better to be in place at one time. So, I think after you translate, I will modify it myself a few more times, so that's enough, but you seem to have received professional training in this area and actually translated the character character I designed. In this case, I don't need to modify it at all, so I can give Risheng a lot."

Xia Wanqiu was not surprised when he heard his script was adopted. Perhaps, she didn't care about these things at all. "Although I rarely watch cartoons, I have been watching Japanese dramas since I went to school. After so many years, I have understood more or less the way of speaking and personality of the characters in the drama. Since you are satisfied, that's fine, go back to class."

In the late summer and autumn, the order to expel guests was issued.

"Well...there's another thing."

"explain."

Ren Hao took out a dozen RMB from his pocket and put it on the computer desk: "This is two thousand yuan, please accept it." Looking at Xia Wanqiu, whose eyes were cold for a few degrees in an instant, Ren Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher Xia, I know you really want to help me. I don't care about this little money, but I still have to give you this money. Well, Risheng's money, but you have a lot of contributions to it. I can't just take your share. Moreover, I will develop in this industry in the future. If you don't want a penny, why would I be embarrassed to bother you?"

Ren Hao looked at Xia Wanqiu who didn't say a word and continued, "I took the time to ask. If there are so many words, the charge outside will cost about 800 yuan, but the contract signed by Risheng and me is one of the confidential items. If the contract is breached, it will be a loss. I can't guarantee whether they can keep it confidential, so I can only trouble you. Well, the 200 fast money is calculated based on the market price. If you think it's too small, I can..."

"Take out all the money you have!" Xia Wanqiu looked at him coldly.

Ren Hao was stunned, "What did you say?"

Xia Wanqiu walked towards him step by step: "Don't you want to give me money? Then take it out!"

"Uh, okay, okay." Ren Hao hurriedly took out his wallet and scattered all his money on the table. There were 100, 50, 1 cent, and 1 cent. "My money is here."

Xia Wanqiu took the two thousand dollars indifferently, lit and counted, and then held the hundreds of dollars on the table in his hands one by one, not even letting go of a cent of change. "I've accepted the reward."

Ren Hao nodded: "If you don't think it's enough, I can..."

"Enough, enough."

Xia Wanqiu suddenly made a move that made Ren Hao inexplicable. She threw more than 2,000 yuan into Ren Hao's hand, and then pointed her fingertips on the only round coin left on the computer desktop.

Xia Wanqiu twisted the coins in his hand: "This is the reward for translation."

The coins reflected light, flashing.

That's a cent coin.

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