Reborn 1980: Being pinched and pampered by a rough soldier

Xu Baijiang, who was sitting on the sofa, squinted his eyes, tilted his head and looked at Meng Chun from top to bottom, inside and out. His eyes were sharp and he couldn't help but sneer.

"Monica, what a great name."

Meng Chun felt a little nervous, not knowing what his eyes meant, and unconsciously sat far away from him.

Chen Mo said enthusiastically: "Boss Xu, you don't know that Comrade Monique's English is very good. She is well-known in our Shenzhen city. Fortunately, I went directly to the textile factory this time and kidnapped her directly. "

Chen Mo deliberately praised Meng Chun so much that he was afraid that Xu Baijiang would be dissatisfied. Although the two were partners, after all, Xu Baijiang was the big boss.

If he is really dissatisfied, kick him away and don't help him make money, there is nothing he can do.

Xu Baijiang disagreed. He crushed the cigar in his hand and lay down on the sofa behind him with a lazy posture, his long legs casually stretched out on the coffee table in front of him.

His pair of cowhide-soled leather shoes can be worth a normal person's living expenses for a year.

Xu Baijiang smuggled into Xiangshi when he was 13 years old. He went from washing dishes to working as a servant, and now he is successful and famous. What kind of people and tricks has he never seen before?

It can be said that these methods were all leftover when he was desperate to climb up.

Xu Baijiang glanced at Meng Chun frivolously and said in standard Hong Kong dialect: "Businessman? Can any savage be called a businessman these days? Oh, you look like the daughter of a fish-egg seller on the streets of Changsheng, fish-egg girl?"

Meng Chun's eyelids trembled. Although Xu Baijiang exposed her at once, Meng Chun calmed down instantly when she heard him speak.

When Xu Baijiang looked at her, she also looked at Xu Baijiang in front of her, from his words and deeds to his accent in Hong Kong dialect.

Meng Chun discovered that he was not an authentic Xiangshi person, but a wealthy businessman who later came to Xiangshi to make a fortune.

She felt a little relieved and did not panic about being exposed. Instead, she calmly replied in Hong Kong dialect: "Boss, first of all, you need to understand that you are asking me to translate, not that I am asking you for a job. I think you should respect me." .

Secondly, the same sentence I just said is for you. I think you are like the fisherman at the end of Changsheng Street who sells fish for a living.What a fate. "

Chen Mo didn't understand Xiangshi dialect, so he was relieved when he heard the two of them laughing and talking in their hometown dialect. He really thought that the two people knew each other.

Xu Baijiang sat up slightly. No one had dared to speak to him like this for a long time since he got involved. It was still a bit novel for a while.

Suddenly hearing this standard accent and the confidence on Meng Chun's face, Xu Baijiang was shaken in his heart and began to doubt his own judgment for the first time.

At this moment, there was a knock on the box door, and the waiter outside led a few foreigners in. Xu Baijiang lowered his legs, and did not intend to change people anymore, and threatened in a low voice:

"I don't care what your identity is. This translation is very important. If you mess up, I will be the first to take action on you."

Xu Baijiang is not obsessed with exposing Meng Chun's identity. He is a businessman and will not care as long as it does not touch his interests.

Meng Chun didn't say a word, but smiled at him slightly.

Of course she would translate well. The man in front of her was both good and evil, and Meng Chun didn't want to offend anyone.

Chen Mo had told her on the way here that Boss Xu was in the real estate business and wanted to attract foreign investment this time. Meng Chun thought that Xu Baijiang's attitude would be lower.

Unexpectedly, Xu Baijiang didn't even stand up, he just raised his chin. It seemed that the man in front of him was really of high status.

Meng Chun didn't think so much anymore and just did his job well, translating sentence by sentence the words of the foreigner who came in first.

She doesn't get stuck when speaking English to foreigners. Anyone can see that she is extremely professional.

Xu Baijiang unknowingly focused half of his attention on Meng Chun, and was a little surprised. He originally thought that this man was attracted by his high salary.

There was indeed a shortage of translators, and he thought that a dead horse would be treated as a living horse doctor. If she dared to make a mistake, he would throw her into the sea.

Now this situation is really unexpected.

The host and guest enjoyed the meeting, and Chen Mo personally went downstairs to see off his foreign friends.

Xu Baijiang's face was calm. He was not overly excited after the business was concluded. Instead, he slowly lit a cigar.

He didn't smoke it, just held it in his hand and said, "You are not from Xiangshi."

This is for sure.

Meng Chun was calmer than him, "Is it important whether I am from Xiangshi? It will not affect my translation ability. Boss Xu, I think you should pay attention to my working ability instead of such an insignificant issue. "

"Or, because you are not from Xiangshi, you are particularly concerned about this issue."

He is sharp-tongued and unwilling to suffer any loss.

Xu Baijiang had some interest in his eyes. When he was in his early twenties, there were many women around him. In the past few years of self-cultivation, no woman had appeared that interested him. This one was the first one.

"My work is over, you're busy." To be honest, Meng Chun didn't have a good impression of the man in front of him. After all, he called her "Fuck Girl" as soon as they met.

Meng Chun was not a masochist. After saying this, she left the box and happened to meet Chen Mo, who paid the salary.

But Meng Chun had new ideas through the previous contact.

"Comrade Monica, why are you out here? I'm going to the office to get your salary." Chen Mo said and turned around to go to the second floor of the club.

Meng Chun quickly stopped him, "Comrade Chen, I have something I want to talk to you about. Shall we go to your office?"

Chen Mo was a little curious about what Meng Chun wanted to talk about, so he walked in front, "Okay, come with me."

Meng Chun also learned from the conversation with foreign businessmen just now that the owner of this club turned out to be Chen Mo. As soon as she followed Chen Mo into the office, she said: "Comrade Chen, I would like to ask which garment factory the uniforms of your club are made in." ?”

"Harm! You're talking about this. We have our own factory and our own tailor. We made two types of work clothes at the beginning.

My wife used to be a famous tailor. Later, the two of us set up a factory and signed many large orders. Famous brand clothes such as Jichun and Chaoyang were all made in our factory. "

Chen Mo mentioned this with some pride on his face.

Meng Chun's eyes lit up instantly. Jichun was a well-known clothing brand, and all the famous people wore their clothes.

Ordinary people can walk the entire alley to buy a piece of their own clothes during the Chinese New Year, and show off their new clothes while sewing.

She really didn't expect Chen Mo to be so powerful. She couldn't believe it. Chen Mo was dressed in ordinary clothes. He didn't even have an assistant around him, and he spoke in an approachable manner.

Sure enough, the more powerful the person, the more low-key they are.

Meng Chun said with excitement, "Boss Chen, you said before that you would give me 50 yuan as a translator salary. I don't want this salary anymore. I want [-] pieces of work clothes that are similar to those in the club. If possible, how much can you tell me."