Chapter 612: Chapter 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Young Girl (Monthly Ticket Bonus Add-On!)_4 Chapter 612: Chapter 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Young Girl (Monthly Ticket Bonus Add-On!)_4 Clang.
The water pen hit the inner wall of the pen holder accurately and stood upright as it stuck in:
“Really fast.”
He squinted his eyes.
He thought of a … good thod to eliminate Kevin Walker and maybe even directly ask for the nurical value of the space-ti coordinates.
…
After leaving East Sea University, Lin Xian continued to sit in the Alfa Roo, instructing the driver to head towards the Rhein Company Building.
Last ti he returned in a hurry, only managing to make a trip to Tem Bank, with no ti to visit the company.
Months of hands-off managent had resulted in a backlog of things to deal with.
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Although Brother Wang had been authorized to make decisions on major company matters.
But ultimately Lin Xian was the founder and boss of Rhein Company, and many matters required his signature and couldn’t be delegated to others.
He had already arranged to et Brother Wang in the Rhein Company office that afternoon.
The driver in front activated the right turn signal, preparing to change lanes to the right and descend from the overpass.
The Rhein Company Building was right next to the MX Corporation Building.
After getting off this overpass and passing two intersections, they would arrive, and Lin Xian could already see the two twin-tower structures from afar.
On the small road under the overpass was a public elentary school.
It was still far from dismissal ti, so there were no parents waiting to pick up their children or snack vendors scattered everywhere, only a few bookstore owners, stationery shop owners, and printing shop owners chatting while smoking at the storefronts of the shopping street beside the school.
Hm?
Bookstore?
Lin Xian blinked, looking at the several bookstores clustered near the school’s entrance:
“Stop the car by the roadside; I want to buy a book.”
After the vehicle pulled over temporarily, the driver controlled the electric door to open, and it receded gently.
Lin Xian got out of the back seat and went straight into the bookstore.
He wanted to buy a copy of “Andersen’s Fairy Tales,” also to make up for a childhood regret and give Andersen a belated tribute.
By the way …
He also really wanted to see how “The Little rmaid” was written in its original work.
Tiless soul.
He was sowhat excited to see how Andersen explained such a fantastical thing to children.
Entering the first bookstore, he directly asked the owner for a copy of Andersen’s fairy tales.
“Is a bilingual version okay?” the owner asked while searching the bookshelf and turning his head.
“Of course, that’s even better.”
Lin Xian’s proficiency in English was quite good; wouldn’t a bilingual version better capture the essence of the original text?
The owner pulled out a thin fairy tale book from the shelf and handed it to Lin Xian.
Lin Xian took it and looked down:
“Andersen’s Fairy Tales Pinyin Reader”
“…”
Lin Xian looked up at the owner:
“Is this what you call a bilingual version?”
“Otherwise?”
The owner’s face was innocent:
“Isn’t this bilingual?”
Lin Xian casually flipped through it, turning to the story of “The Little rmaid.”
It was too short, both brief and small, finishing in less than two pages.
The ending indeed did not ntion anything about a tiless soul or eternal life.
It only stated that the Little rmaid flew to the sky in a bubble, waving goodbye to the Prince on the ground, the rfolk, and everything else with a smile.
After all, it was a children’s reader, so this kind of adaptation was reasonable.
Lin Xian directly returned the bilingual reader to the owner:
“Do you have sothing a bit more advanced?
This is too childish, sothing suitable for adults.”
“Who reads fairy tales as an adult!” the owner huffed:
“This is the only copy I have; try the other bookstores next door.”
Exiting the store.
Finally, in the third bookstore, he managed to find a copy of Andersen’s fairy tales of original quality, with a cover that stated ‘uncut, unadapted, restoring the true world of Andersen’s fairy tales.’
After paying, Lin Xian took the “Andersen’s Fairy Tales” and sat back in the Alphard Business Vehicle, heading toward the Rhein Company Building.
…
An hour later, Brother Wang, carrying a stack of docunts, left Lin Xian’s office.
In the ti that just passed, Lin Xian was just signing, signing, signing.
Brother Wang was just handing over docunts, turning pages, handing over docunts, turning pages.
The two had cooperated in this manner several tis before, with clear roles and very high efficiency.
After Brother Wang left.
Lin Xian glanced at the clock; it wasn’t even four in the afternoon yet.
There was plenty of ti.
Rarely was the office so quiet; he decided to read for a while.
Lin Xian leaned back in his executive chair, picked up the newly purchased “Andersen’s Fairy Tales original text,” and began reading.
He wasn’t interested in other stories, flipping directly to the section “The Little rmaid.”
Right.
This thickness was normal.
As it turned out, “The Little rmaid” in its original form was quite lengthy, akin to a short story, definitely not the kind of dismissive writing with big words and bold lines found in the Pinyin reader.
It spanned a full twenty pages…
That’s so much more content!
Lin Xian read intently.
Maybe it was because of the translation, but reading it felt opaque and not smooth, and the text was clumped together without breaks, making his eyes tired.
But indeed, as Huang Que had said, the true ending of “The Little rmaid” was better than he had imagined, and even better than the children’s Pinyin reader.
The Pinyin reader probably omitted the concept of the tiless soul because it was too obscure and difficult to understand.
However, there were many other cuts; it was just ant to soothe children to sleep.
“rmaids have no tiless soul, and they never will, but she had gained the love of a mortal.
Her eternal existence had to rely on an external strength.”
Lin Xian read softly from the text in the book:
“After three hundred years, when we have done all the good we can, we shall possess immortal souls and take part in the eternal happiness of man.
You, poor little rmaid, have tried with your whole heart as we are trying; you have suffered and endured; you have raised yourself to the spirit-world through your good deeds; and after three hundred years you may, by ans of them, obtain an immortal soul for yourself.”
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