at the same time.

Shangzhou Group, top floor.

The blonde man sat on the first seat of the meeting with a cane and a big golden knife, closing his eyes to rest. He was at the last seat, and Shang Ling, wearing a white suit, brought an old translator in his sixties, and looked down at his watch from time to time.

Silent.

Fifteen minutes later.

16:00.

Aimusen suddenly opened his eyes and spoke.

Shang Ling looked at the old translator next to him.

The old translator was holding a pen and wearing a headphone. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he used the communication pen that could record and played it back three times before nodding and said: "Mr. Shang, Mr. Aimusen agreed to hold a cooperation talk with you. At the same time, he expressed and was angry at Mr. Tan's breaking the appointment. He believed that she had great disrespect for this cooperation and was skeptical about whether Shangzhou Group could continue to cooperate. He hoped that you could change his view and impression."

Shang Ling smiled slightly and nodded to Aimusen in the distance, "Tell them that I will show my greatest sincerity to make this transaction perfectly successful."

The old translator narrates it in Navajo.

Shang Ling immediately stood up and walked towards the first Aimusen with the old translator.

While taking out the manuscript of the prepared translation contract, the old translator whispered: "Mr. Shang, their accent is very heavy, I..."

Shang Ling paused and looked at him with a squinted eyes.

The old translator quickly explained: "Mr. Shang, don't worry, there is no big problem, the relevant work is ready, and we will definitely complete the translation of this meeting. I mean, I may need some pause during the translation."

Shang Ling then withdrew his gaze, nodded lightly, took the manuscript and began to discuss the terms. The old translator on the side quickly began to retell.

As Aimusen listened to the translation, nodded slightly, and asked for terms that needed to be corrected and negotiated from time to time. Although the old translator needed to play back with the help of a recording pen every time, fortunately, the two did not wait too long, and the contract was gradually finalized as time passed.

Shang Ling gradually showed a satisfied smile.

As long as he wins this regional ownership agreement, he will be able to truly get in touch with the behemoth hidden under the old man's industry.

That also marked his Shang Ling that he finally ascended the throne from the uncrowned king and became the emperor of the Shangzhou Group.

The number of contract pages is more than half.

The confidant next to Aimusen suddenly came forward and said a few words.

The old translator frowned and looked surprised.

"Hmm?" Shang Ling whispered from the tip of his nose.

The old translator became a little shaky and whispered: "Mr. Shang, they... they just said that the contract has begun to be officially signed."

"Formal signing?" Shang Ling held the contract paper that had been in his hand, "The contract is almost over. You tell me now that they will only sign it officially?"

The old translator quickly explained: "Mr. Shang, although they have a heavy accent, this sentence seems to be what it says..."

The Shang Ling knuckles gently smeared the lower lips, and his eyes became a little dangerous, "It seems?"

The old translator, who was in his sixties, had goose bumps all over his body, felt a terrifying heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Shang! I'm sure that they said that!"

Shang Ling said indifferently: "Let's go ahead."

The old translator continued quickly, but soon his scalp became numb and trembling.

The two of them had a very heavy accent. After this page of the contract, when it comes to those keywords, some uncommon sentences will be accompanied by the old translator. The old translator was trembling in his heart.

Can't translate!

Take Mandarin as an example. Zhou Xia has a vast land, and each area carries a different accent. People from the four areas in the east and west are gathered together. They can all know that the other party is speaking Mandarin, but they can only listen to a rough one. The same sentence must be confirmed three or five times before they can understand it. The accents in some remote areas are even more difficult to identify.

The Navajo language of these two people is obviously the latter.

The old translator could barely understand what they were saying, but when it came to the contract terms that needed to be carefully checked, he was sweating profusely.

The old translator took longer and longer. He had to listen to a sentence for more than ten times and hesitated in his tone. Aimusen simply leaned on the back of the chair, hugged his hands in front of him, and his eyes fell on Shang Ling without any sorrow or joy.

Shang Ling still had a smile on his face, but his fingers that were tapping faster and faster on the table exposed his inner fluctuations.

An hour passed quietly. Compared to the previous half of the contract, they had only translated half of the contract. The slow progress did not give Aimusen any objection. He just waited calmly, but Shang Ling's expression became darker and darker.

The old translator's dry palms holding paper and pen were trembling slightly, and he was struggling.

After a moment.

Shang Ling suddenly smiled and stood up and said, "Mr. Aimusen, the meeting has been going on for a long time. You can have a short rest first. I'll prepare some refreshments and discuss them later."

The old translator was as if he had been amnesty, so he quickly stood up and translated it quickly. Aimusen nodded with a smile and expressed his agreement.

Shang Ling left with a smile, and the old translator immediately followed him.

As soon as he left the door of the conference room, the smile on the man's face instantly retracted. His face trembled slightly, staring at the old translator behind him, and looking straight at the latter, he stepped back.

Shang Ling's voice almost squeezed out from his teeth, "What's your name?"

This old translator is an old peddler he hired for seven figures. His grandfather had lived in the southwest of Beautiful Country for nearly 30 years and was proficient in Navajo. Influenced by this, the old translator also learned this language.

The old translator trembled, "Shang...Shanghai! You also know that since the border blockade a hundred years ago, we have lost diplomatic ties with beautiful countries. Although I can speak Navajo, I only learned from my grandfather when I was young. Apart from that, I have never met the third person who speaks Navajo."

"Besides, their accents are really too heavy, I really can't listen to them..."

Shang Ling suddenly punched the wall on the side, which scared the old translator and panicked.

The man took three consecutive deep breaths, and the veins on his hands gradually faded, and he slowly returned to his sanity.

He also knew that what the old translator said was true!

It's too hard to find a Navajo translator!

He, Shang Ling! He has countless money and terrifying resources! He released news a year ago and accepted wise men. Even so, he still couldn't find a few suitable ones. He was able to find the ones in front of him, and he chose the ones in the short ones and found the ones in the short ones!

Like the three Tan Xi looked for before, they are far inferior to his old translator! They are purely half-baked!

It can even be said that in Navajo language, the old translator in front of him said second in Zhou Xia, and no one dared to say first!

When Shang Ling dealt with the three people, he gave them a chance, promising that as long as he could help a little, he would be a little busy. He promised to let them go. The three people beg for mercy wildly and promised to serve, but once tested, the three people were completely useless!

No use at all!

He even thought of letting someone smuggle into the beautiful country to find a local translator, but the difficulty of crossing the border was far beyond his imagination. Even if he was skilled, he would be unable to compete with the huge state machine and could only give up.

Assassinating the interpreter, creating a car accident, and taking the risk of being held accountable by the old man, all he asked was to complete today's meeting, but in the end, he still failed!

Shang Ling's eyes were covered with blood. He grabbed the old scholar's collar with one hand and lifted it against the wall, gritting his teeth, "Old thing! I don't care what method you use today, I must handle this translation for me! Otherwise, don't talk about the reward, just wait to go to Huangpu River to feed the fish!"

The old translator was filled with fear and his hands and feet were trembling, "Yes...yes! Mr. Shang! I will definitely...I will definitely finish this meeting!"

Behind the overwhelming wealth and honor is also a dangerous life and death. The old translator regrets why he is obsessed with taking this order. This is great. If you are not careful, you have to pay for your life!

The man threw away the old translator and took out a cigar from his pocket to light it. The old translator got up in panic, tidied up his clothes, tried hard to calm down his breathing, and adjusted his condition.

Ten minutes later.

The two entered the conference room again.

"Mr. Aimusen, I've been waiting for a long time!" Shang Ling's face was filled with a bright smile, "Let's go ahead!"

The meeting begins again.

Aimusen seemed careless this time, playing with his cell phone while listening.

The progress is as slow as ever.

The old translator's hands and feet were full of sweat, and his defense line reached a point of collapse.

Can't turn it over!

Can't turn it over at all!

The further he got to the back, the less he understood what Aimusen and the others were talking about!

There were so many jokes that he played back in his headphones over and over again with a recorder, but it was useless!

Shang Ling, which could maintain superficial skills at the beginning, was no longer concealed this time, and his expression was extremely dull.

The blonde man folded his feet on the table and looked at the two of them with a smile.

silence.

A full five minutes.

The old translator's face was pale and his lips were squirming, but he couldn't understand what Aimusen said five minutes ago. He had a few dozen words in one sentence, but the old translator only understood three or five words.

This is a big deal!

The sixty-six-year-old man closed his eyes like he was accepting his fate.

Aimusen said something again.

The old man in Liu opened his eyes suddenly and finally heard a sentence that it was not the content of the contract terms. He subconsciously wanted to translate it, but when he was about to sort out the content, he suddenly became stiff.

Shang Ling tried his best to suppress his anger in front of Aimusen, "Say it!"

The old translator said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Aimusen asked us, is the translation of this contract really what we translated?"

Shang Ling covered half of his cheek with one hand and breathed.

Aimusen continued, the old translator could only continue to translate, "Mr. Aimusen said, "It was because Shangzhou Group gave this translation contract that he decided to come to meet on site. If he had known this, he would not even leave City Z..."
To be continued...