Of course, Shang Ling and others had a manuscript that was completed by the old translator for two months all night, but compared with the one in front of him, the simplicity of the old translator was like garbage everywhere on the road!

The one they are holding now is a copy of the copy from Tan Xi by Shang Ling by any means!

This translation that satisfies Aimusen and decides to attend the meeting was translated by the young boy who came out of nowhere!

Aimusen stood up as he spoke.

The old translator almost burst into tears, "Mr. Shang, they said... they were very disappointed with us. He would contact Mr. Shang personally. If this is the case in the future, he would reconsider all the cooperation with Shangzhou Group."

The man didn't move, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point.

Aimusen walked towards the door with a big stride.

The old translator stood there, at a loss and panic.

He knew how much effort and money Shang Ling spent on this meeting. The more he knew this, the more fear the old translator was. He believed that he had a corresponding understanding of Navajo language and could understand the original contract of eight or nine, but he realized how outrageous he was wrong!

Too many rare words, too heavy accents!

The meeting failed at this moment, and he couldn't even believe his fate!

Sudden.

The sound of high heels tapping sounded at the door, from far to near.

Aimusen, who was about to leave, his eyes lit up and looked at the enchanting beauty that appeared at the door. His figure was like a plump koi, which was tempting and could arouse the flames in a man's heart.

The blonde man said a bunch of laughter.

Shang Ling suddenly looked up at the old translator, his eyes extremely gloomy, "What did he say?"

The old translator did not dare to neglect the slightest, and immediately said: "He said he had admired Mrs. Tan for a long time, but Aimusen expressed his sadness and discomfort in understanding her absence today, but he was still a friend if he couldn't make a deal. If Mrs. Tan came to Z City for a trip in the future, he could entertain one or two."

Shang Ling's tense body slowly relaxed. He walked towards Tan Xi and showed a faint smile: "Hahaha, that's fine, we both return to the same starting line."

Tan Xi didn't even look at him, and walked straight forward.

The man saw her walking towards Aimusen, spread his hands and laughed, "What? You are not giving up? Tan Xi, Tan Xi, you are too ugly like this. Isn't it good to honestly admit failure?"

Tan Xi ignored Shang Ling and said calmly to the blonde man: "Mr. Aimusen, please forgive me for being late. I don't want to explain the reason, but I still hope you can give me a new opportunity to let us continue this meeting. Is it OK?"

Aimusen's face was full of confusion.

Shang Ling sneered and said, "Tan Xi, you are confused, and you think they can understand Chinese? Forget it, I will be very compassionate and lend me the translation to you. Go and tell us Mr. Tan about her whimsical dream to the other party."

The old translator gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Shang Ling mocked again, "Tan Xi, I have to remind you that you are at least the name of an old man. If you want to climb onto Aimusen's bed to promote this cooperation, you have to consider it carefully."

Women who work in business, especially vases like Tan Xi, which are beautiful but not talented, can only affect the situation by wandering between the bed.

Shang Ling was not worried about this. Even if Tan Xi licked her face and seduced her, it would have to see if Aimusen dared to do so. Is it Kong Ming, who really shocked the business world for a long time?

The beautiful young woman's face remained unchanged, and she still seemed to have never heard of it.

The old translator was about to speak up and retell, but a Navajo word rang out outside the door.

The old translator was confused.

Aimusen looked at the source of the sound.

Shang Ling felt that the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing.

Because even though he doesn't understand language, he understands a fact very clearly at this moment.

This Navajo language is exactly the same as Aimusen and the other two accents!

Same root and same origin!

He turned his head hard.

At the door of the conference room, a young man with a bandage on his body and only a coat walked in slowly, and slowly buckled the strap of the watch on his hand.

The beautiful young woman finally showed a sneer, raised her snow-white neck slightly, and looked down at Shang Ling, who was dull on her face in a condescending manner.

Shang Ling felt as if he had seen a ghost, and his heart was filled with storms.
Chapter completed!