This One Had Skills

So, could someone please tell him why he had run into Xuan Zhe?

The atmosphere turned extremely strange. Nothing could be read from Xuan Zhe's dark eyes, while Wen Shuang's body stiffened until he was once again stretched taut like a clothes hanger.

Assistant Cao Nanyu had met the interpreter before, but this was clearly not the same person. He knew something had gone wrong. This young man must have been shoved in as a last-minute replacement. Please, Cao Nanyu prayed inwardly, don't let anything go wrong! That said, he did not hold out much hope. There was no other reason—Wen Shuang looked far too young. Very few people that age could settle down and truly study; he was probably only half-competent at best.

But Cao Nanyu had weathered plenty of storms. His expression did not change in the slightest as he beckoned Wen Shuang over. At the same time, he calculated rapidly: if the young man could hold out until the real interpreter arrived, there might still be hope.

But Wen Shuang scrunched up his face and shook his head fiercely.

Cao Nanyu: "..." Even if he died today, he was definitely taking enough people down with him.

Xuan Zhe was completely unaware of the "crisis" before him. After taking Wen Shuang to the hospital that day, he had not planned to see him again. Later, he found Jiang Suqing and, without another word, beat him up first, then berated him until he was utterly drenched in spit. Jiang Suqing had looked pitiful and confused at the time, unable to remember no matter how hard he tried that he had given Wen Shuang a black card and told him to seduce Xuan Zhe. But on second thought, if he could do something as outrageous as truly dancing on a grave while drunk, then this was entirely possible. Still, what needed to be made clear had to be made clear.

Jiang Suqing knew all kinds of gossip. He told Xuan Zhe to stay away from Wen Shuang. According to his childhood friend, Xuan Zhe had reached this conclusion: Wen Shuang was vicious and vain, climbed the social ladder by throwing himself at powerful men, pretended to be pitiful and acted like a manipulative innocent, and was utterly despicable.

Yet the person who had already been painted pitch-black in his mind was now standing in the interpreter's position.

Had today's scene been deliberate? Xuan Zhe felt a chill in his heart, but dismissed the thought the next second. If Wen Shuang's reach was really that long, then Xuan Zhe could just quit his job.

"Come here," Xuan Zhe said in a deep voice.

Wen Shuang could refuse other people, but he did not dare refuse Xuan Zhe. He was the richest and most powerful tycoon in the novel—offending him was no different from hanging himself on his own birthday!

Thus, Wen Shuang stiffly marched over with goose steps.

Xuan Zhe: "..."

Cao Nanyu: "..." Wow. This one had skills.

Seeing this, the business partner at the side smiled and asked in G Country's language what this was about. Wen Shuang immediately remembered the purpose of the trip and explained that it was a little pre-negotiation performance. The other party found his humor highly amusing and kindly applauded.

Xuan Zhe: "?"

Cao Nanyu: "?" Holy shit, he really did have skills!

With business at hand, Xuan Zhe could not spare attention for anything else for the moment. Used to giving orders, he first delivered a polite welcome speech to the business partner, then looked at Wen Shuang. Wen Shuang understood and quickly slipped into work mode, translating in standard G Country language.

Whatever the business partner said, Wen Shuang carefully phrased and translated back.

Watching him speak with such poise and coordinate seamlessly with the boss, Cao Nanyu inexplicably felt a chill in his heart. His position was in danger!

No one had expected a nobody who had been forced into the role at the last minute to complete the task so brilliantly. The business partner looked thoroughly satisfied, while Xuan Zhe had already understood everything. He multitasked, negotiating on one hand while observing Wen Shuang on the other.

There was not the slightest thing improper about the young man. On the contrary, once he entered work mode, he gave off an air of quiet confidence mixed with gentleness and easygoing warmth. There were many kinds of strong people. Some could command the wind and rain, their methods like thunderbolts, such as Xuan Zhe; others remained composed and unflustered, such as Wen Shuang.

This was nothing like the person Jiang Suqing had described.

After the negotiations ended, the business partner, a witty middle-aged man, said something that made Wen Shuang pause.

Xuan Zhe looked at him. "Speak."

Wen Shuang lowered his head and said shyly, "Mr. Dilanda hopes I can interpret for him again next time. He says talking to me feels very familiar and comfortable."

Cao Nanyu: "..." Impressive.

Actually, Wen Shuang did not have that many schemes. He simply felt that since he had helped the company so much and possessed a skill worth showing off, he should be able to successfully get hired, right?

Xuan Zhe stared at Wen Shuang for several seconds, then nodded. "Tell him that's fine."

Yes! Wen Shuang secretly clenched his fist. He had a job!