Under Yang Chen's dedicated translation, the task was completed in an hour.
Zhou Lan entered everything into the computer, printed it out, and handed it to Wei Xueqing.
Wei Xueqing held the translated letter of intent with surprise, feeling it was somewhat unbelievable.
She read the contents, compared it with previous years' information, and found no issues with the translated document. Instead, this time's cooperation intent revealed a lot of important information.
She looked up at the screen and felt that Yang Chen was hiding his talents.
Who would have thought that a retired guard with only a middle school education could achieve level six proficiency in Lancy Language!
With the letter of intent translated, all the materials were piled up in front of Wei Xueqing as she began to enter into a high-intensity work pace.
Yang Chen, as usual, browsed medical websites.
Four thirty-five in the afternoon.
He looked at the time, raised an eyebrow, stood up, and looked around.
