Chapter 403: Future planning and good luck

A few minutes later, Wang Jiajia finished translating the last few sentences. Then she put down the pen in her hand and asked the attendant Qinghuan: "Why did you come so early today?"

"It's okay."

"Looking at how busy you are, I don't know how you finish translating five books every month."

"Of course it's based on your true ability, otherwise Team Leader Huang wouldn't have translated those books for me."

"That's true. I'm so envious of people."

"Don't be envious. When you reach the field where you are good at, you can soar into the sky."

Wang Jiajia couldn't help but feel happy when she heard Shi Qinghuan's description, and then she said to Wang Jiajia: "Thank you for your good words. If such a day comes, my sister will definitely thank you very much."

"That's what you said."

"It's necessary. By the way, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'm a lazy person, so even if I change jobs in the future, I will only look for jobs that are easy and leisurely. As for the rest, I have no idea at all."

After hearing what Shi Qinghuan said, Wang Jiajia didn't know what to say, because she had never seen such an unmotivated comrade.

So she said to Shi Qinghuan: "Huanhuan, I don't think you should waste your talent like that. Even if you become a translator, it is better than wasting your talent. You don't know how many people envy your talent, so Think about it carefully."

Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Wang Jiajia's words, and then she said to Wang Jiajia: "I will carefully consider your suggestion. Anyway, I am still young and have a long way to go, so I have plenty of time to think about it."

After Wang Jiajia heard Shi Qinghuan's words, she thought of Shi Qinghuan's age, and suddenly she felt even more heartbroken. It was so irritating that people were so much more powerful than others.

So she decided to ignore Shi Qinghuan and just picked up her pen and continued working.

Shi Qinghuan saw that Wang Jiajia suddenly ignored her, so she thought that Wang Jiajia was in a hurry to make money, so she had no time to pay attention to her.

So she didn't bother Wang Jiajia anymore, but just like Wang Jiajia, she picked up a pen and started working.

Shi Qinghuan returned home at around five o'clock in the evening, and then she saw the postman standing in front of her house, so she asked the postman: "Comrade, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to deliver a letter and remittance order to you." After finishing speaking, the postman took out the letter and remittance order from his bag and handed them to Shi Qinghuan, and then asked Shi Qinghuan to sign the receipt.

Shi Qinghuan took the letter and remittance slip handed to her by the postman and said thank you to the postman. Then she signed her name on the receipt and stood at the door of the room to watch the postman leave.

After the postman left, she took out the key, opened the door, and walked into the house.

When she entered the house, she took off the bag she was carrying and put it on the sofa. Then she sat on the sofa and read the letter and remittance slip.

A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan read the letter and the remittance slip, and then she couldn't help but sigh in her heart at her good luck, because not only did her royalties increase this time, but the story she wrote was also favored by the publisher.

But since she had only written one-fifth of her story, the publishing house did not immediately decide to publish a book. However, the publishing house revealed that as long as her later stories did not collapse, publishing a book would be a certainty. thing.

Thinking of this, Shi Qinghuan decided to spend a few days polishing the manuscript she had written before. After all, this was the first story she had written, so she naturally hoped that it would get better and better.

So she put the letter and remittance slip into the space and went into the kitchen to make dinner.

(End of chapter)