"Xu, Miss Xu, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ling Dong quietly took a step back.
"Ahem."
Xu Nianhua obviously realized a bit late that she might have gotten overly excited. She cleared her throat and said, "So, if you're looking for a translator, how much is the salary?"
"One hundred."
Ling Dong answered, then noticed something was off. He looked at Xu Nianhua, thinking about how she was someone preparing for college entrance exams. But these contracts had a lot of professional terms. The teachers at the school tried translating, but still felt their translations were likely not accurate enough.
Xu Nianhua.
So young—can she really translate?
It's not that Ling Dong looked down on her, but just because someone has good grades in foreign languages doesn't mean they can translate specialized documents.
"Can I give it a try?"
