Respect is worse than resignation

Qiu Yan, who has always been known for being strict and rigorous, is quite dissatisfied with the level of translation.

The old man's originally red and round face was now blackened into an iron plate, and he stretched out his hand to greet the host and whispered.

Zhou Feifei grabbed Yin Yiming's clothes nervously, "It's over, it's over, Lafayette is about to go crazy, and the lives of colleagues on the stage are in danger. There are not many highly respected professors who came to the school today, but they can't be allowed to come up to translate. Oh, that's right." I can't live with Xixi, I feel so guilty."

Yin Yiming tilted his head and felt uncomfortable, with a pensive look on his face.

Regardless of whether it is Professor Cheney or who and who, the content of these reports is too advanced and professional, and the level of translation is not important. Anyway, neither Chinese nor English can be understood. It is not uncomfortable but also very difficult to destroy self-esteem for many years.

The host nodded at Qiu Yan's order. After a while, the audience burst into applause. Wen Xi, who was dressed in formal attire, walked up to the rostrum from behind in a low-key way, and sat in the seat vacated by one of Ha Qing's assistants. , adjusted his glasses, and looked down at the information on the table.

The students sitting around couldn't help whispering, Yin Yiming's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight from the back of the chair, startling Zhou Feifei beside him.

After a while, Professor Cheney finished a short speech, followed by Wen Xi's pleasant voice, which was pleasant, clear and fluent.

It is the most difficult thing to translate for this kind of scholars. They refuse to export a sentence without some new words. After dragging out the technical terms, it is not counted, and they have to use their own logic to express it. Thoughts, mortals simply can't keep up.

In addition, this Cheney himself is also a geek, with a strange tone of voice and jumping thinking, this speed can follow him, if the psychological quality is not good, the personality must be split.

Although Wen Xi's content is still incomprehensible to Yin Yiming, her words seem to be more professional, and she has abused her inferiority complex to a new level.

Qiu Lao nodded and smiled while drinking tea, and his face was approving.

The translation team in the simultaneous interpretation room immediately breathed a sigh of relief, took off their earphones and looked at each other, sticking out their tongues in shame.

Even Zhou Feifei, who was in the corner of the auditorium, also beamed with joy, "Hey, the simultaneous interpretation has been changed to consecutive interpretation, but why didn't I expect Xixi to do it by herself? Sure enough, old people have great wisdom, and Qiu Yan is just a fox."

Yin Yiming was too lazy to listen to her nonsense. He held his breath and looked at Wen Xi on the stage. He felt an inexplicable surge of pride and pride in his heart. He turned his head and looked back at the seniors around him. He really wanted to tell them that he slept in the bed of Wen Nvshen yesterday. On the bed, any dissatisfied nymphomaniacs should not leave after school, they can be singled out after the meeting.

Professor Cheney's speech ended in a burst of warm applause, and of course most of the enthusiasm was aimed at Wen Xi.

The editor of the school newspaper secretly wrote the headline of the new issue in his notebook: The Goddess of Finance Creates an Almighty Myth, Cruelly Crushing the Top School Scholars.

After Ha Qing and several other professors gave brief speeches, it was a session for student representatives to ask questions.

Cheng Xuebei, the winner of the special scholarship from the University of Finance and Economics, was the only representative of undergraduates. He directly had a question-and-answer exchange with Cheni and other experts without Wen Lao's translation. The issues discussed were professional and in-depth.

In order to take care of more students, Wen Xi simply translated and recounted the conversation between Cheni and Cheng Xuebei. In the end, Cheni said that Xuebei has exceeded the expectations of the best senior doctoral students I have trained so far.

After the panting sound of worship, Yin Yiming once again felt the negative damage caused by inferiority complex.

Zhou Feifei deeply sympathized, and sadly put the pills Yin Yiming gave her into her mouth, stood up quietly after the host announced the end of the meeting, and pulled Yin Yiming who wanted to leave sadly. I have suffered enough injuries, why don't I go home after a meal."

Yin Yiming glanced with disdain from the corner of his eye, but Zhou Feifei selectively ignored it.

Zhou Feifei took the medicine and relieved for a while, she was full of blood and energy, and dragged Yin Yiming onto the bus arranged by the school with a kind of vigorous dragging, followed by the main participants. After walking through the streets and alleys, she arrived at In front of a magnificent Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple has a long history, and the roof tiles, pillars and stones are covered with moss. Only the large plaque with gold characters on a blue background at the door is newly painted, shining brightly in the sun.

Recently, the local government and the hosts of Taoist temples held a nationwide Taijiquan invitational competition.

As the quintessence of China, Tai Chi martial art has been handed down here for a long time. There are many people who practice it, and masters naturally emerge in endlessly, and the martial arts schools invited from other places are not neglectful. The ornamental gold content of this event.

Qiu Yan is a Tai Chi fan, and he made it an important part of the visit for foreign guests early on. After sitting down under the stage, he held a pipe and chatted with Cheni, a kind of self-satisfaction with his own culture. A wrinkle overflows inside.

The invitational competition has reached the second half, and the student exchange session has ended. The rest is all under-the-box performances by the heads of the various sects. The heroes from all walks of life flex their muscles and show off their mysterious and profound moves.

Cheni took his disciples and assistants and looked at it very seriously.But as a martial arts performance, he still understands more about fierce fighting and boxing. Tai Chi Kung Fu is so rigid and soft, and it is so smooth and smooth, it is really hard for him to understand.

Zhou Feifei pulled Yin Yiming forward desperately, and happened to hear the conversation between Cheni and Qiu Yan. As soon as Qini finished speaking, Qiu Yan changed his face, stopped smoking his pipe, and fell to the little boy next to him with a slap. On the coffee table.

Yin Yiming was very puzzled, and poked Zhou Feifei from his armpit, "What is that foreign uncle mumbling about?"

Zhou Feifei's complexion was also very bad, and she whispered to Yin Yiming, "This man is really ignorant, and he actually said in front of Mr. Qiu that our Chinese martial arts are weak and weak, and they are all played by the elderly and the sick. They have no practical significance." , and said that he didn’t understand the value of such a martial art.”

Seeing Qiu Yan's gloomy face, Professor Ha Qing knew that his teacher had offended her, so he had no choice but to step forward to reconcile, and reminded his teacher to pay attention to his wording.

Seeing Ha Qing's face, Qiu Yan's anger calmed down a little, but he stopped talking about the warm introductions, martial arts and other things on stage, leaving only Cheni and his assistants to speculate and exchange.

Yin Yiming, who had been aggrieved all morning, wrinkled his nose and kept his face calm. He took the crystal ashtray that the waiter brought to Qiu Yan, walked to Cheni's seat, and stroked the back of the antique chair he was sitting on with one hand.

Wen Xi was communicating with one of Cheni's assistants, and happened to catch a glimpse of Yin Yiming who was sneaking around, and suddenly felt bad.