"Xiang Shihua, what are you doing?" His manager hurriedly grabbed his hand and scolded, "what's going on? Sit down!"

"No!" Leng Touqing stuck his neck to Shihua, straightened his waist, stubbornly looked at Yang Guo, and said, "if Xinda doesn't give us an explanation today, I'll quit! I came to Xinda because I believe Xinda will provide a good platform for our translators. If Yao is so stupid that he uses a relative who doesn't have all the hair to tell us how to work, what's the meaning of staying in this place?"

"It's a little too straightforward for you to say this." Yang Guo, sitting on the rostrum, suddenly said, "but I like it!"

The whole audience, including Lao Zhiqiang, was stunned. They couldn't figure out their minds. What did Yang Guo mean by this? He said he liked it when people slapped him in the face?

Yang Guo smiled, unplugged the microphone from the short rack, stood up and walked off the rostrum. In the anxious eyes of everyone, he walked to Xiang Shihua and said with a smile, "there are three kinds of people who can do things in this world. One is related, the second is capable, and the third is talented. You can be a gold medal translator of Xinda, and dare to stand up and question me, that means you are talented."

"Only talented people dare to speak frankly, although it is easy to offend people." Yang Guo said with a smile, "but he has his own opinions, and what this society lacks most is independent opinions. So I like it very much."

"You say so much," stared at Shihua, or said forcefully, "do you want to make me dizzy? Then prove that you are related and can do something? I tell you, everyone here is dealing with words. It's useless for you to be clever!"

"Just the opposite!" Yang Guo looked into his eyes with a smile and said sincerely, "not only am I not a relative of President Yao, but also I have no other relationship to help me sit in the position of vice president."

"So you are the so-called capable?" Xiang Shihua disdainfully asked, "if you have management ability, come to lead us? Want outsiders to guide insiders? Lao Zong has a little more language talent than you! Although he is not very good."

What he said is really choking. Everyone knows that he is mocking Yang Guo, but in this words, there is a gun with a stick, and Lao Zhiqiang has been offended.

"Haha!" Yang Guo laughed and said, "what you said is also wrong. I'm not a competent person, I don't know management, and I haven't done management before. Besides, with a leader who is so good at management, why should there be another vice president in charge of management?"

Yes, isn't that unnecessary?

"This is what I want to ask you!" Xiang Shihua asked stiffly.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from a corner, attracting everyone's eyes. A girl with black framed glasses sat there with her face red and her mouth covered.

"I, I suddenly remembered that Yang Guo, as president Yao said in the newspaper before, was the gold medal translator ranking first in the company?" She whispered softly, but because the meeting room was quiet, her voice was still heard by many people.

Although it was more than half a year ago, after all, Yang Guo's storm was also an important publicity point when Xinda took the first step towards the country. Many people who followed the news in the industry also recalled her words.

"Yes! Yang Guo, it's him!"

"It's really young. That's the first time." Someone sighed.

"First, it's only Guangdong Province, at most the first in South China. At that time, Xinda didn't come to us." Some people also disdained to argue, "it's estimated that it won't be much better in the country."

In terms of educational resources, both Beijing and metro are far better than Yangcheng, so it is common for people in East China and North China to look down on translators in other regions.

"No!" Someone suddenly remembered and questioned, "I remember he is the gold medal of English. How did he come to us?"

This voice clearly fell into Xiang Shihua's ear. He immediately grabbed it, questioned Yang Guo and said, "OK, you are also a gold medal translator. I believe you are a capable person! But you are a gold medal translator of English. Why do you lead our department of small language? Isn't this still a layman guiding an expert?"

"Here, I want to interject!" Lao Zhiqiang patted the microphone and said with a smile, "you don't know that our Yang is always a genius in language. He not only knows English, but also masters many small languages..."

"Even if he can speak other languages, so what? Can he guide us? There are many dual foreign language talents in China. In addition to my own French, I can also speak English! He has a major in technical industry. What help can he give us if he studies English?" Xiang Shihua shouted loudly before Lao Zhiqiang finished.

"Are you a gold translator of French?" Yang Guo still asked with a smile.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Xiang Shihua looked at Yang Guo angrily and asked, "do you also want to question my ability?"

"Hehe, that's not true. I believe the company's rating is fair and just." Yang Guo said with a smile, "you said that I can't guide the experts, so take you as an example, and you yourself say, what level do I need to reach to guide you?"

"Take me as an example?" Xiangshihua was puzzled and said, "then you have to be better at French than me!"

"How can I prove that my French is better than yours? By the way, I can also speak a little French!" Yang Guo asked with a smile.

"Just a little?" Shook his head to Shihua and said, "well, I'll give you a chance."

Look at what he said, "I'll give you a chance", which is arrogant and a little too much. However, Yang Guo was not angry, and he was still as light as a cloud, as if everything had become a bamboo in his chest.

"We are no more troublesome and waste everyone's time than translation." Xiangshihua said, "just compare the interpretation of French, do you still know French?"

No one answered, of course not. His eyes turned around, looked at a middle-aged man, and said, "teacher Ding, at the reception yesterday, you also said that you are a French gold medal, right? Can you please be a referee for us?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and sat there reluctantly. He turned his head helplessly and looked around at several colleagues who were also French gold medal interpreters, and they all flashed their eyes, unwilling to get involved in the dispute.

Yang Guo glanced at his badge and said with a smile, "Mr. Ding Keding, it's okay."

Dinko regretted very much. Yesterday, he really shouldn't have drunk two more glasses of red wine. He greeted everywhere in a daze and provoked this lengtouqing. Now that Yang Guo has spoken, he has to stand up with a stiff head.

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