"You’re married?"
Zhong Fan furrowed his thick eyebrows, quickly reached into his pocket, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
"That’s not right... I’ve practically morized your personal information, and it doesn’t say you’re married?"
Jiang Cheng looked at Zhong Fan holding the paper, stepped aside, and invited him in.
"You rember correctly, I’m not married yet, just planning to be."
Zhong Fan exclaid, then followed Jiang Cheng and asked, "Have you set the date for the wedding? This, this..."
Zhong Fan wanted to reach into his pocket again.
The topic seed incomplete without sothing to accompany it.
Jiang Cheng quickly stopped Zhong Fan, saying, "Don’t! Don’t rush, my future spouse hasn’t proposed yet, and the date isn’t set."
Zhong Fan was completely baffled.
Do young people now have a trend of verbal marriages?
Jiang Cheng looked at Zhong Fan and, without any girlish modesty, said, "My fiancé is too handso, I’m afraid soone might snatch him away. I thought I’d better bring him ho quickly."
Zhong Fan’s mouth hung open for over a minute, finally squeezing out, "You... really are different!"
"Thanks for the complint, indeed people as strategically-minded and excellent as are rare."
Zhong Fan chuckled twice, as long as you’re happy.
Both had already entered the room, and Jiang Cheng gave Zhong Fan a brief introduction.
Zhong Fan finally understood why the tall Gao Zhonghua called her sister-in-law earlier; it was because Jiang Cheng’s partner was concerned about her safety.
Thinking of this, Zhong Fan added, "Jiang Cheng, when you’ve set the wedding date, let know in advance."
"Sure!"
Jiang Cheng readily agreed, then took the tea brewed by Li Chunxiang and placed it in front of Zhong Fan.
"Have so tea."
Zhong Fan acknowledged but paused, saying, "I’ll drink the tea later, let’s talk business first."
Jiang Cheng sat across from Zhong Fan, waiting for him to continue.
"Jiang Cheng, here’s the thing, your recent performance has spread across all the booths, and several ceramic factories have co to us, hoping you can lend a hand."
Jiang Cheng listened and asked in confusion, "What do they need my help with? Is there soone suppressing prices in ceramics too?"
Zhong Fan shook his head.
"No, the transactions are similar to previous years, but who doesn’t want better?"
"Additionally, our translation departnt would like you to give so crash courses to other translators overnight."
Zhong Fan expressed with emotion, "If it weren’t for this ti, I never realized the significant role of translation."
"What you said that day was great: translators are the first gateway, and we indeed should take on more responsibility."
Jiang Cheng nodded continuously, not opposing Zhong Fan’s suggestions.
She thought for a mont before saying, "Zhong Fan, I wonder if you could coordinate with the foreign trade departnt, and best let us into the trading venue to learn, which would be more targeted."
"Take ceramics, for instance. Each piece has its own thod, craftsmanship, even a story behind it, and every pattern is different. Many foreigners are fascinated by our culture."
"Certainly, this ti there are more foreign traders, who are most concerned with profit, but only by convincing them can we make them more interested in purchasing."
Zhong Fan nodded repeatedly, stood up without delay, and said, "I’ll head to the foreign trade departnt right away, wait for my news."
"Alright!"
Jiang Cheng stood up to see Zhong Fan out.
After Zhong Fan left, Jiang Cheng began organizing so basic knowledge about ceramics.
Around 8:30 in the evening, Zhong Fan returned.
This ti, Director Leng and Director Mu ca along.
Jiang Cheng was familiar with them, and there were no lengthy pleasantries exchanged.
Director Mu and Director Leng promised to personally escort Jiang Cheng back, and with Li Chunxiang accompanying her, Gao Zhonghua was reassured enough to let Jiang Cheng leave.
The group left the courtyard, heading straight to the exchange venue.
This ti, they drove there; the speed was significantly faster.
When Jiang Cheng and the others arrived, the bus from the translation departnt was also there, along with several factory managers waiting.
The side door of the exchange building opened, and a group walked in with Jiang Cheng in the middle.
Jiang Cheng held a simple gaphone and went straight to the point, "Let’s skip the small talk and begin."
"The fireworks booth... exports primarily to Southeast Asia, country R, country M... Fireworks generally have two selling points: romance and excitent."
"In country M, they have a tradition of setting off small fireworks for Valentine’s Day and their national holiday."
...
"Ceramic patterns have many intricacies... the lotus branch pattern, as the na implies, resembles branches..."
"Ivory ceramics are mostly favored by country M and country R, as they consider simpler patterns to indicate higher quality products."
...
Once Jiang Cheng started, she didn’t stop for a mont.
She spared no effort in teaching everyone the basic guidelines.
Jiang Cheng walked around the booth briefly, identifying the selling points of each product.
After completing a round, over four hours had passed.
Jiang Cheng stood once more at the doorway, carefully advising, "Always avoid the points that each country dislikes, and don’t let selling beco a burden for you; your most important job is translation."
"Don’t obsess over details. Sotis overly selling can have the opposite effect. If you find your words annoying even to yourself, stop, because your audience is likely even more uncomfortable."
After ntioning several more points, today’s late-night translation training concluded.
The people from the translation departnt left first, leaving a few factory managers from the ceramics section at the venue.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward a few paces, saying, "Let’s discuss this here."
The factory managers followed Jiang Cheng for another round, impressed by this knowledgeable girl.
They accompanied Jiang Cheng back to the ceramics booth, where Jiang Cheng examined each piece and inquired about the sales volu and prices of each product.
"Are all the ceramics displayed here?"
"Yes—no, wait, there’s still a box of backup items that didn’t fit here."
Led by one of the factory managers, Jiang Cheng saw a wooden box stuffed with straw.
She took out each ceramic piece, most of which were best-sellers from previous years, differing only slightly in size and shape.
"What’s this?"
In Jiang Cheng’s hand was sothing that wasn’t quite a vase or a wine pot.
It had a very large belly, with the mouth of the bottle almost as wide as the belly, then a very slender neck at the top.
It looked like a small sake bottle from country R that had gotten a big belly and shoulders.
"This is not... soone must have misplaced it; this is a defective piece we were going to destroy."
The factory manager quickly took the flawed piece from Jiang Cheng’s hand, preparing to toss it aside.
"Wait, let see."
Jiang Cheng reached out, and the puzzled factory manager handed it over, saying, "This was considered destroyed..."
Jiang Cheng shook her head with a smile.
"Why define it as destroyed?"
"In my view, so-called good quality is just based on the recognition we created ourselves."
"Nothing is truly ruined; it depends whether soone likes it or not."
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