I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

There is no logic in Lao Liang's words, but he is a project manager after all, and this will be the final word. Wei Dongpo didn't say much, just a small amount of meal expenses. Compared to the cost of engineering materials, what is it?

As we continued on the road, the people who ate and drank were drowsy and no one spoke.

Chen Ling looked at the phone, but there was no signal. He used to have the habit of taking a break after lunch. After he got it, he was very energetic, and this habit changed.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Chen Ling began to think about the task set by Mr. Xu: to introduce a French translator.

Constantine needs to add a translator, and a new project needs to be equipped with one. Otherwise, Wei Dongpo will use work as an excuse to pull himself to do translations. Then he will not be disgusting? How can Mr. Chen be yourself?

I didn't think about it at first, but I didn't expect this. But does this task arranged by President Xu mean to remind himself? Constantine has other translations, which are not so urgent. On the contrary, there is no full-time translation for the new project. Only him, President Chen, can speak French.

Many people subconsciously think that Chen Ling is still a translator, and Chen Ling himself has not adapted to this change in role. During the meal just now, he took the initiative to work as a translator for Wei Dongpo.

But why didn't Mr. Xu say it directly? Chen Ling thought of the expressionless long horse face and shook his head. Who knows what Xu is thinking.

When the group arrived at the booked hotel, it was already early evening. After settling down, Lao Liang called several cadres into his room and had a meeting to arrange specific work in the future.

Chen Ling was used as a translator, and many things were arranged. No way. If he doesn't translate, no one will translate, and the work will not start.

At the end of the meeting, Chen Ling said: "President Liang, when will the translation on this project come?"

Wei Dongpo sneered and laughed: "Mr. Chen, I will trouble you tomorrow, and I will buy a car with me." Chen Ling ignored him and looked at Lao Liang.

Lao Liang touched his head and said, "There is no candidate for the time being, do you have a good recommendation?" Lao Liang has known this situation for a long time, and never said that he didn't want to offend Chen Ling, nor did he want to please Chen Ling, and the two were in peace. most.

Chen Ling felt unable to understand this. Mr. Xu thought of this question and didn't say it directly. Chen Ling didn't react until today; Lao Liang knew this question, so he wouldn't say it if he didn't ask him. Would you like to see his own jokes?

What do these people think?

Without translation, the work is difficult to carry out, and the last thing delayed is Lao Liang's affairs. Chen Ling believes that we must keep an eye on Lao Liang and not let them use themselves as translators.

He said: "Mr. Liang, the French translators I know are all in China. This is far from satisfying the thirst. We have to apply to the manager department, first coordinate one, and recruit new ones at the same time. I can recommend candidates. I can't do it every day. Translator, I will go out and visit in the next few days. As you know, the efficiency of local people is always a whole day."

Lao Liang also knew that Chen Ling was telling the truth, but he also had his own truth. Before coming to the new project, Lao Liang applied to Mr. Yang for an interpreter, but Mr. Yang refused in one fell swoop: "Chen Ling can do the translation."

Because Lao Liang made the mistake first, he couldn't stand up in front of Mr. Yang recently. He felt that after ten and a half days, it would be more appropriate to mention this to Mr. Yang.

Before Lao Liang had spoken, Wei Dongpo spoke again: "Mr. Chen, the project is the priority, so you can work hard for a few days. I will go to buy a car with me tomorrow. It will be convenient for you to go out later. When can you contact the outside world? Fuck?"

Lao Liang actually has this idea, but he doesn't want to say it. This project was taken over by Chen Ling's relationship, and it is not clear what the relationship is. This is not important. The important thing is that the level of this relationship cannot be lowered, otherwise a project will not be so smoothly completed.

Learning from Constantine's lesson, Lao Liang was a low-key "three non-principles" in front of Chen Ling, and he did not take the initiative or refuse to be irresponsible.

What Chen Ling thought was that he had to visit the boss of the owner as soon as possible when he came to Algiers. The boss of the owner was very polite to him when he came to the project last time; there is also the commander of the military police, who is a big boss and must hold his thigh. The VIP status of the gendarmerie must be implemented as soon as possible. Things like buying a car and building a camp are all trivial.

Chen Ling is now very dissatisfied with Anyang Group. He despises this project so much. If he smashed it, he would have smashed his own brand. How can the plan of 1 million yuan in three years be realized?

"This won't work. External contact matters are the focus, and the priority is high. I will help with translation matters when I have time." Chen Ling was determined.

Wei Dongpo asked: "Then do you have plans to go out now?"

"I will start work tomorrow, and I will meet with the owner's general manager and others."

Wei Dongpo sneered again and said, "How can you get out without a car? Do you want to walk?"

"If you don't have a car, you have to take a taxi or rent a car. You buy the car tomorrow, complete the procedures, and start using it tomorrow, otherwise it will delay things." Chen Ling was too lazy to talk with Wei Dongpo anymore, and directly attacked him.

Wei Dongpo was crying and said to Lao Liang, "Mr. Liang, I can't buy a car without a translation. I can see that the seller is missing a wheel, and I can't see it if I don't have a copy of the car document."

Lao Liang suffered from the bitter fruit of his appeasement policy, so he had no choice but to make up for it: "Old Wei, you have to solve the problem. Mr. Chen will accompany you when he is free."

Wei Dongpo said, "Mr. Chen is free or not. Isn't it Mr. Liang that has the final say? Isn't it, Mr. Chen?" Wei Dongpo also wanted to bring Chen Ling into the army.

At this time, Chen Ling's cell phone rang, an unfamiliar number. Chen Ling answered the call. It was Sami from the Provincial Government Office of Constantine. Chen Ling feels that there must be something, otherwise the locals won't find someone to talk about work after nine o'clock this evening.

Sure enough, Sami said on the phone that he was in Algiers and would return to Constantine tomorrow, and now he wanted to see Chen Ling. Of course Chen Ling has no objection.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ling shook his phone and said to Lao Liang, "Mr. Liang, I have to go and meet someone."

Lao Liang asked, "At this time? There is no car, and the taxi is not safe at night. How do you get there?"

Wei Dongpo uttered a mouthful, meaning that Chen Ling, you are really shameless, bullying us that we don't know French, making up.

"It's okay, there will be a car coming to pick me up in a while," Chen Ling said, "It's the person from Constantine's side, boss."

Lao Liang understood, and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?" He regretted as soon as he said, he laughed and concealed his embarrassment: "Just kidding, you go."

Wei Dongpo was very upset. As soon as he said he was not in a hurry to contact the outside world, he was immediately proved to be wrong. This person clearly sang the right stage for himself. He couldn't help saying: "What boss, club? Rich nightlife."

Lao Liang stopped him: "Old Wei, don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Mr. Chen, go and come back soon."

Chen Ling completely ignored Wei Dongpo's yin and yang strangeness. If it weren't for a good brother-in-law, this kind of person wouldn't even have the qualifications to talk to himself.

There was a noisy sound in the corridor, and Lao Liang motioned to Wei Dongpo to see what was going on. Wei Dongpo walked behind the door and looked out from the cat's eye.

As soon as he glanced at it, Wei Dongpo shrank back, with a nervous expression on his face, and whispered: "A group of uniformed people came outside, all with guns."

Lao Liang also lowered his voice and asked Chen Ling, "Is this hotel okay?" Chen Ling made a reservation at the hotel, and Chen Ling booked this hotel because of the owner's recommendation. Chen Ling had noticed when he entered the hotel, this hotel was also developed under the owner's group.

So Chen Ling is very sure: "No problem. I'll go and see."

There was a knock on the door. Chen Ling went over to open the door. Wei Dongpo pressed his throat and shouted: "Mr. Chen, don't open the door, they have guns!"

Chen Ling thought to himself, this person is so timid. He opened the door. A staff member in a suit and a badge stood beside him. Behind him was a group of brawny soldiers and policemen in black uniforms with live ammunition.

The staff asked politely: "Excuse me, excuse me, is Mr. Chen Ling here? We knocked on his door, but no one responded. We guessed he was in this room."

Chen Ling nodded and said, "I am..."

The military police behind suddenly brought all the guns on their backs to their chests, as if they were facing an enemy!

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