"Xu Miss, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ling Dong imperceptibly took a step back.
Nianhua suddenly realized that she might have been overly excited, cleared her throat, and asked, "Well, if you’re looking for a translator, how much does the job pay?"
As soon as Ling Dong finished answering, he realized something was amiss. He looked at Xu Nianhua, pondering if her preparedness for college entailed proficiency sufficient for the professional jargon laden throughout his contracts. Even the teachers at her school who had attempted translations seemed doubtful in accuracy.
So young, could she handle translations?
It wasn’t that Ling Dong underestimated Nianhua, but scoring well in a foreign language did not necessarily equate to the ability to translate specialized documents.
"May I give it a try?"
Nianhua was keenly aware of Ling Dong’s concerns and self-recommended, "I realize that translating contracts is different from general translation. It requires precision in word choice and meticulousness. The slightest deviation in translation could lead to irreversible damages. Outside of my studies, I’ve also explored this field. How about I give it a go?"
"And if it doesn’t work out, I won’t charge."
Nianhua didn’t want to miss this opportunity. Historically, she was innately talented in translation, focusing specifically on written translation. She had experience with contract translation and had a well-researched understanding of legal matters. Thus, she felt fully capable of undertaking this translation job.
Completing the translation for a hundred yuan seemed like a worthwhile endeavor to Nianhua.
Ling Dong considered it briefly and suggested, "Why don’t you discuss it with Brother Cheng?"
The boss wasn’t him after all; he wasn’t in a position to decide.
Nianhua readily nodded her head. Since Ling Dong was employed by Pei Yicheng, this matter naturally required Yicheng’s approval.
Nianhua spoke confidently about her desire to translate the contracts, articulating her thoughts as if she weren’t a student but a professional translator, her eyes sparkling with confidence.
Pei Yicheng didn’t ponder excessively. He said, "That’s fine. As long as you do a good job translating the contract, the salary originally meant for the translator will be yours."
"Thank you," Nianhua said, somewhat surprised by Yicheng’s prompt agreement. After receiving the contract, she looked at Pei Yicheng with a complex expression and asked, "Aren’t you afraid I might leak the contract or mistranslate something? Couldn’t that delay your work?"
The brevity of Pei Yicheng’s response made the contract in Nianhua’s hands feel significantly heavier.
She must translate the contract to perfection!
After receiving the contract, Nianhua agreed to return it to Yicheng two days later. However, Yicheng told her not to rush, three days would suffice.
Upon hearing this, Nianhua was even more convinced that Yicheng was genuinely kind.
Ling Dong looked at Pei Yicheng, hesitated, wanting to remind him that Nianhua was just a student!
"Translators coming from Ningbei need at least two days to arrive. By then, if their translation is not finished in time, they can still manage to proofread. Giving Nianhua the contract is a necessity due to lack of better options, and I trust her." Pei Yicheng’s firm statement revealed his rationale: there was no better alternative, and he believed in her.
Although she was still a student, Xu Nianhua’s confident articulation made him willing to offer her this chance.
Perhaps Nianhua might create a miracle?