Zhuang Rui had a very good impression of these two big-nosed foreigners, because when the translator asked them to lie just now, both of them refused in unison. I guess they are not the kind of unreasonable people.
"Hello you two, welcome to China."
Zhuang Rui spoke fluent American English when he opened his mouth. When he was in college, in order to learn spoken English well, he always looked for English corners in Zhonghai. Some English corners with more foreigners needed to spend money, so Zhuang Rui every time
I took the boss with me, and he spent a lot of money in those two years, but Zhuang Rui and his English listening and speaking skills were among the best in the class.
"Oh, your English is really good. That's great. You can call me Smith. I think there is some misunderstanding between us?"
The foreigner named Smith, wearing a traditional Chinese red cotton jacket, shouted happily after hearing Zhuang Rui's words. Being brought to such a place, they also felt something was wrong. The translator seemed to be talking to him.
They are hiding something.
"Smith? Are you dead or not..."
Zhuang Rui cursed in his heart, and when he was about to speak, he was interrupted again.
"This is Mr. Zhuang. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I will explain to my client that what happened today is indeed a misunderstanding."
When Xiahou saw that the unspectacular young man in front of him actually spoke English better than himself, he immediately became anxious and quickly spoke to Zhuang Rui in Chinese, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
"Misunderstanding? Is it a misunderstanding that you can smash my stall? You can help these two foreigners bully us Chinese?"
The owner of the street stall happened to walk into the management office at this time. Hearing this, he suddenly became angry. When he was cleaning up the stall, he found that the root carvings passed down from his family were missing. It must have been when the stall was smashed.
Some low-quality people took advantage of troubled waters. This was worth thousands of dollars, so he couldn't help but feel bad.
"Foreigners are amazing. Take out my root carvings. I won't sell them anymore and I will give you the money back."
The young man was indeed angry. He took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table. He stared at the two foreigners. He still didn't quite understand what happened. He still thought it was
It was these two foreigners who went back on their word and deliberately brought people back to find trouble.
The two foreigners didn't know what was going on and looked at Zhuang Rui with confused expressions, hoping that he could explain. They now also knew that the translator they brought seemed a little unreliable in his words and actions.
"Two guests came from afar. This gentleman is very dissatisfied with the credibility of your business. He said that you are renegade villains and also smashed his stall. Now he wants to terminate the business. He
Give you your money back and you need to return the things you purchased from him."
Zhuang Rui slightly processed the stall owner's words and translated them for the two foreigners.
"Oh, God, that's not the case. It was our Mr. Xia who told us that this thing is fake and not worth 500 yuan. We are all regular businessmen and would not do such a thing, and we didn't do anything.
Smashing this gentleman's stall, Mr. Xia, can you explain to us what is going on?"
After hearing what Zhuang Rui said, Smith waved his hands repeatedly and told Zhuang Rui that this was not the case. They only returned to the market after hearing what the translator said, and they did not destroy the stalls. It was all the translator who did it.
As the foreigner spoke, he took out a palm-sized, dark-looking root carving work from the backpack behind him.
Zhuang Rui had roughly guessed what was going on here, and immediately translated the foreigner's words intact. Several people in the management office who heard this suddenly became furious, and looked at Xia Xia, who was looking pale aside, with fierce eyes.
translate.
"Damn it, it turns out that you, the devil, was the one causing trouble. I'll beat you to death."
The young stall owner couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up and punched Xia Hou in the face. Zhuang Rui stood closer and hugged the stall owner quickly. Looking at the translator who was knocked to the ground, he said
The stall owner said: "Speak well if you have something to say, but don't do anything, otherwise what is reasonable will become irrational."
"How can I explain this properly? He just smashed into my stall and many of my root carvings were taken away. Who should I ask to compensate for thousands of dollars worth of stuff?"
The young man's arms were hugged by Zhuang Rui, and he tried to kick the Xiahou translator who had been knocked down by his punch.
Xia Hou's shiny hair was also spread out, and with the cold sweat on his head, strands of hair hung on his forehead. The white suit he was wearing was also covered with dust, making him look extremely embarrassed. He no longer looked like before.
He was arrogant, lying on the ground and looking at the two foreigners asking for help. In his heart, he still felt that the foreigners were superior and that if they spoke, the matter could be solved.
"Mr. Xia, I think this matter has nothing to do with us. I hope you can handle it well. Otherwise, I will truthfully report your situation to your company."
Smith's words made Xiahou completely despair. No one could help him with the matter in front of him. However, his words also revealed another meaning, that is, if you solve this matter well, we will not ask you for help.
The boss complained.
Thinking of this, Xia Hou got up from the ground and said pitifully: "This matter is my fault. I take full responsibility. I will also compensate this elder brother at the original price for the things he lost. I also hope that all elder brothers, see
Since I am young and ignorant, please let me go."
Zhuang Rui didn't care. He just passed by the soy sauce dealer and couldn't stand it, so he came out to meddle in other people's business. Now the matter was very clear. As for how to solve it, it was between the young stall owner and the unlucky translator.
It's a matter of time.
"You two negotiate first. If you can't come to an agreement, come to us."
Although Director Wang was also very dissatisfied with the translator, they were not an administrative law enforcement agency and had no right to punish the translator. They could only let the two of them solve the problem first. If the stall owner could not get a satisfactory answer, he would intervene himself.
Put pressure on that translator.
"I lost a total of seven root carvings passed down from my family and five root carvings I carved myself, totaling 4,000 yuan,"
The stall owner calculated it in his mind. He was also an honest man and did not raise the price randomly. But when he saw the root carving in the foreigner's hand, he suddenly became angry and continued: "I won't sell the thing anymore. Money
Return it to you and give it back to me."
When he heard the number four thousand yuan, Xia Hou's expression changed. He wished he could slap him in the face again. This was more than a month's salary. He was just asking for trouble. But now it's too late to regret.
If this matter were to spread to the company, I'm afraid his sister's pillow talk wouldn't be able to protect him.
At that moment, Xia Hou could only nod and agree, but the stall owner's last request made him a little embarrassed. He didn't know whether the two foreign masters he was serving were willing to return the root carving.
Zhuang Rui saw that the translator was hesitant and refused to speak, so he pointed at the root carving in Smith's hand and said to the two foreigners: "Our gentleman is very dissatisfied with your behavior. He insists on refunding the money you paid for the items.
Please also return this thing to him."
"Oh, no, we like this handicraft very much. Tell him that I am willing to pay another 500 yuan and ask him to sell it to me, okay?" Smith tightly grasped the root carving in his hand and shouted to Zhuang Rui.
said.
Zhuang Rui translated the foreigner's words to the stall owner and asked him to make a decision. The young man shook his head firmly and said, "If you don't want to sell it, please give it back to me."
Zhuang Rui shrugged his shoulders and shook his head at Smith. Smith also knew what happened today and the fault was on their side, so he did not insist on it at the moment and reluctantly handed the root carving to Zhuang Rui.
Zhuang Rui took the root carving, but his hand dropped sharply, almost dropping the root carving to the ground. He couldn't help but be surprised. What kind of root carving was this? It was so heavy. He lowered his head to look at the root carving in his hand.
