Five hundred and seventieth chapters face to the end
For a moment, all the interviewers who were superior to others seemed to be students listening to the class, while Chen Hao was like a teacher giving guidance.
After a while, Chen Hao stopped and said calmly: "There are still two last sentences, so I don't need to repeat and analyze them."
The middle-aged woman came back to her senses and said sarcastically: "You didn't remember it, or you don't have the ability to analyze it. Don't put yourself in a position to flatter yourself."
Chen Hao sneered: "There are serious grammatical errors in your last two sentences. For example, in the present simple tense, the predicate verb go should be added es, but you did not add it. Also, the passive form in English requires the auxiliary verb be and a modified past tense.
You just omitted the participle form and turned the question into Chinese-style English. Sorry, I can only analyze grammatically correct English sentences. Chinese people like you can't understand it, and foreigners also use English incorrectly inexplicably. I
Can’t analyze it.”
"you……"
The middle-aged woman's face turned red with anger.
Chen Hao sarcastically said: "Your hospital is recruiting professional foreign language teachers. I hope that as the interviewer, you can be more professional and don't ask amateur questions that make everyone think it is ridiculous and full of errors. It is a trivial matter not to recruit people.
It's a big deal if people laugh at you behind your back and if word gets out that you're not good enough, it will affect the reputation of Chenguang College."
Anyway, he had offended this middle-aged woman and could not pass the interview again, so he simply stopped being polite.
The middle-aged woman's face turned from red to blue, and her whole body was shaking with anger.
The other teachers remained silent, but felt secretly happy.
In this recruitment, the middle-aged woman, as the manager of the human resources department, nominally asked them to participate in the interview together, saying that it was a joint discussion, but in fact she acted arbitrarily and treated them as decorations, and she had long since looked down upon them.
The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and said: "Am I an amateur? How ridiculous! Okay, I won't ask you any more questions. Don't you claim to be proficient in English and French? Come on, recite this French article for me, and then translate it into Chinese.
If the translation is correct, I will let you pass the interview!"
As she spoke, she took out several pieces of A4 paper with writing on the front and back from the folder, took out one at random, and waved it in front of Chen Hao.
In less than a second, the middle-aged woman took back the A4 paper, slapped it on the table, and sneered: "Go ahead and memorize it."
"Manager Yang, what are you doing? Are you taking the interview as a joke?"
"That's right, how can there be such an interview?"
"It's so outrageous."
The other teachers who were interviewing couldn’t stand it anymore and all said unhappily.
The woman surnamed Yang said angrily: "Shut up. The human resources department is responsible for recruitment interviews. Of course, I have the final say on whether the applicant is qualified or not. This is the power given to me by Miss Qingyan. Do you have any opinions?"
When all the teachers heard the words "Miss Qingyan", their expressions changed, they fell silent and did not speak any more.
The woman surnamed Yang snorted, pointed at Chen Hao and said, "Don't you call yourself a professional? Don't you have a superb memory? Then recite the article I just showed you!"
She failed to make things difficult for Chen Hao, but was humiliated in public. The anger in her heart was like a volcano erupting, and she wanted revenge.
Chen Hao said coldly: "Originally, I could just leave without paying attention to people like you, but since you insist on calling me, then I will slap you in the face until the end. Just listen!"
He stood up and recited loudly in French: "Elouotoumani, Estela, Sesan, Bras Brillante, Descourtes..."
Everyone was stunned.
Did Chen Hao memorize the entire French article with just a glance at the woman named Yang?
This is so possible!
Next to the woman surnamed Yang, a male teacher wearing glasses quickly picked up the A4 paper and compared it with what Chen Hao was reciting.
Immediately, a look of shock appeared on his face: "Exactly the same..."
He passed the A4 paper to other teachers.
"I'll go and really remember it!"
"Not a single word missing!"
"How is this done?"
Other teachers were also amazed.
The woman named Yang froze on the spot, dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, she just flashed the article in front of Chen Hao and Chen Hao memorized it.
If it were someone else, let alone memorizing it, they wouldn’t even be able to understand the language clearly, right?
The woman named Yang looked extremely ugly and said nothing.
Chen Hao smiled teasingly: "I'm sorry, I almost forgot, you don't understand French, you can't even call yourself an amateur, you can't tell if you are right or not."
This was such an extremely harsh irony that the woman surnamed Yang's face twitched and she said angrily: "So what if you memorize it, there is still a translator?"
"Then you continue to listen."
Chen Hao smiled sarcastically and said: "This is a French prose describing autumn. The main idea is: Autumn is the home of spring and summer. It is the most brilliant season among the four seasons. It has experienced the buds of spring and the blooming of summer, and the hard work.
Everything will be harvested naturally in the autumn..."
He had just finished translating here when he was suddenly interrupted by a woman named Yang: "Shut up, what are you translating?"
Chen Hao was startled.
As if she finally discovered Chen Hao's mistake, the woman named Yang excitedly picked up the A4 paper, turned to the translation on the back, and said arrogantly: "This French article has nothing to do with autumn, and it is not an essay, but an essay."
The argumentative essay talks about how to read, how to better acquire the knowledge in the book and make yourself grow, but your translation is completely wrong!"
Chen Hao didn't say anything. He glanced at the A4 paper she picked up and suddenly showed a strange look.
The woman surnamed Yang sneered: "You claim to be a professional and proficient in French, but you translated a simple French article into nonsense and went off topic in thousands of ways. You also said that I am an amateur, and you are far worse than even an amateur.
It’s just rubbish…”
She tried her best to taunt, her saliva flying with excitement, as if she wanted to vent all the insults she had received before.
But as she was talking, the woman named Yang suddenly stopped, feeling something was wrong.
Chen Hao and other teachers looked at her like she was an idiot.
The woman surnamed Yang said unhappily: "Why are you looking at me like this?"
The glasses teacher sighed and said: "Manager Yang, you took the wrong paper. The French article you asked Chen Hao to recite is with me, and the one you took is another one."
As he spoke, he handed over the A4 paper in his hand.
The woman surnamed Yang took it blankly, turned it over and looked at it, and her face suddenly froze.
I saw that the translation on the back was a prose describing autumn, the same as what Chen Hao had just translated.
Chen Hao chuckled: "It turns out that not only is he an amateur, he is also blind."
The woman surnamed Yang instantly blushed to the base of her neck. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.