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"Director Song, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Just when Ma Wenbo was still trying to fight for it, a rich male voice behind him interrupted what he was going to say next.

"Comrade Geng, please help us translate this afternoon."

"No trouble. Thanks to Ms. Caroline, I have the honor to see what a fashion show is like. I have never heard of it before."

"Where's Ms. Caroline? Didn't she come with you?"

"She went to the bathroom and will be here soon."

"Please take a seat first. In addition to needing translation this afternoon, your main job is to act as our host."

"There are some slight modifications to the opening part. Give me a few more minutes until I finish the modification and review the entire process with you."

"It's okay. You go ahead and do your work first. In most cases, Factory Director Zhao has already told me when he communicated with me."

"That's good."

"Sorry Comrade Ma, our translator is here. Thank you for your kindness."

Ma Wenbo didn't expect that they would actually find a translator in such a short period of time. Even though he was a little reluctant and his thoughts were interrupted by Cheng Yaojin, he still smiled and said "It's just a small matter" to Song Fuyu, then turned and left. .

"Who was that just now?"

"The translator hired by the Hengshi Steel Factory downstairs this time thought that we hadn't contacted anyone to help yet, so he offered to help."

"I see."

Geng Xingping was already in his thirties, already married and had children. As someone who had experienced it, he could clearly see what Comrade Ma had in his eyes, but he didn't say much.

Song Fuyu accelerated his writing speed. After finishing all the writing, he handed the manuscript to Geng Xingping who was sitting next to him.

"Please take a look first to see if there is anything that needs to be modified."

Geng Xingping looked at the process she wrote carefully. Except for a short introduction at the beginning and end, the rest were relatively simple series of words.

"No problem, it's not difficult. I can do it."

"That's great, thank you very much."

"You should continue to familiarize yourself with the whole process. I will take them down to prepare. We will start on time at 02:30."

Taking the models to the first floor, Song Fuyu helped them make final adjustments.

"There should be a lot of spectators later, so don't be nervous. Sorry, just treat it as a formal practice for us."

"Director Song, I'm a little nervous right now. My palms are sweaty and my legs are trembling. What should I do?"

"Just treat the people below as just carrots and cabbage, don't treat them as real people. This may make it easier."

“Before it’s your turn, take a deep breath and adjust your mindset.”

"No, I'm still nervous."

"Then you have another idea. As long as you finish walking normally and show off your clothes, you can get two yuan as a reward. If you fall, I will deduct fifty cents from you."

"Ah! How cruel!"

"No, I have to stand firm even if I die!"

For that fifty cents, I had to work hard to overcome my nervousness.

The models are ready, and Zhao Da and Fang Mei are also making final adjustments to the venue.

This event was not long, and I originally planned to let everyone stand and watch. But because Minister Wang was invited here, he is also a leader after all, so he cannot be allowed to stand all the time.

So Zhao Da and the others said a lot of good things to various factories and borrowed a total of twenty benches.

A stool can accommodate three people, but it can also seat sixty.

As for the people coming from other factories to watch the excitement, they can only continue to stand.

"Uncle Zhao, where is the microphone?"

"Oh, no, it's still in Director Liu's office. I'll go get it right away."

Zhao Da put down the stool in his hand, turned around and ran as fast as flying towards the office area of ​​the venue.

"Miss Song!"

"Mr. Andrew, welcome."

When Andrew was communicating with the Ministry of Commerce, he heard that there was a fashion show this afternoon and took the time to come over to enjoy it.

He was the first billing customer of the clothing factory, and Song Fuyu directly placed him next to Caroline's seat.

People abroad are more open to the interaction between men and women than in China, and it doesn't hurt to sit next to each other. Therefore, Song Fuyu did not divide areas for them. Those who came sat down one by one from front to back.

Of course, several seats in the first row were reserved for leaders of the venue and the Ministry of Commerce. Even Chen Guoxing specially reserved a seat.

It was approaching two o'clock, and the stools placed below them were almost full.

Except for a few Chinese people in the first row, all the people sitting in the other seats were foreigners.

She had no choice but to ask everyone to sit down, but after all, this was a trade fair for foreigners, so customers must be given priority.

"Fuyu, would you like to borrow some more chairs?"

"Can I still add it?"

"I should be able to add a few more."

"If you can, just add a little. If you can't, forget it. Don't expand it too far, otherwise the factories over there will definitely have objections."

"Okay, I'll look at the arrangements."

"Director Song, I'm a little nervous looking at so many people below."

Geng Xingping knew that he was here to work as a translator and host, but he did not expect to face such a large audience. He initially thought there would be at most thirty or forty people, but now there were dozens of people sitting in the audience, and as many as 200 people standing.

"Comrade Geng, you can't be nervous. Apart from the models, you are the most important person today."

"We will proceed as we just said later. I will speak in Chinese and you will translate into English."

"I try to control my nerves."

Geng Xingping held the script tightly and took a deep breath.

As soon as 02:30 arrived, Song Fuyu and Geng Xingping walked forward with a smile and stood in the middle of the stage near the front.

"Dear leaders and comrades, good afternoon everyone."

"On behalf of Qin City Garment Factory and Feifan Garment Factory, I would like to welcome you all."

After she finished speaking, Geng Xingping quickly said it again in English.

"Our clothing display event can be carried out smoothly. First of all, we would like to express our sincere thanks to Minister Wang of the Ministry of Commerce and all the leaders at the Haishi Foreign Trade Fair..."

She launched a series of rainbow fart speeches to the leaders below, making them all laugh from ear to ear.

"Next, let us give the warmest applause to invite Minister Wang and Comrade Wang Luqing of the Ministry of Commerce to come to the stage to deliver a speech."

After Minister Wang took the stage, Song Fuyu immediately handed over the old-fashioned microphone in his hand, leaving the center seat to Minister Wang to give a speech.

When she and Geng Xingping stepped aside, Song Fuyu actually sweated secretly.

She is afraid of the kind of leader who goes on stage to speak and then goes on and on.

Interrupting in the middle would refute the other party's face. If he keeps talking, the audience below will become impatient.

Fortunately, Minister Wang did not bring a manuscript with him. He stood on the stage and blurted out. After speaking for less than 2 minutes, he walked off the stage. This made Song Fuyu breathe a huge sigh of relief.