Chapter 56 Ask for hardships

Zhuang Rui's impression of these two big-nosed foreigners is very good, because when the translator just now asked them to lie, both of them refused with one voice. I think they should not be the kind of unreasonable person.

"Hon, guys, welcome to China."

Zhuang Rui opened his mouth and spoke fluent American English. When he was in college, in order to learn oral English well, he was looking for English corners all over the sea. Some foreigners had more English corners that needed to be consumed, so Zhuang Rui pulled the boss to go together every time. In those two years, he made the boss pay a lot of money, but Zhuang Rui and his English listening ability are among the few in the class.

"Oh, your English is really good. It's great. You can call me Smith. I think there is a misunderstanding between us?"

The foreigner named Smith, wearing a big red cotton-padded jacket rich in Chinese tradition, shouted happily after hearing Zhuang Rui's words. When he was taken to such a place, they also felt something wrong. The translator seemed to be hiding something from them.

"Smith? Dead or not..."

Zhuang Rui slandered in his heart. When he was about to speak, he was interrupted again.

"This is Mr. Zhuang. If you have any questions, you can tell me. I'll explain to my customers that what happened today is really a misunderstanding."

When Xiahou saw the not amazing young man in front of him, his English was actually better than his own. He was immediately anxious and quickly said to Zhuang Rui in Chinese, with a trace of pleading in his eyes.

"Misunderstanding? Is it a misunderstanding that you can smash my stall? Can you help these two foreigners bully us Chinese?

The stall owner of the stall happened to walk into the management office at this time. Hearing the words, he suddenly became angry. When he just cleaned up the stall, he found that the ancestral carvings of the family were gone. It must have been fished by some low-quality people when the stall was smashed. This is something that costs thousands of yuan. It's no reason that he doesn't feel sad.

"The foreigner is amazing. Take out my root carving. I won't sell it. I'll give you the money back."

The young man was really angry. He took out 500 yuan from his pocket and slapped it heavily on the table. He stared at the two foreigners. He didn't quite understand what had happened. Up to now, he thought that these two old men had gone back and deliberately brought people back to find faults.

The two foreigners didn't know what had happened. They looked at Zhuang Rui with a confused face and hoped that he could explain it. Now they also know in their hearts that the translator they brought seemed to be a little unreliable.

"Two guests from afar, this gentleman expressed great dissatisfaction with your reputation in doing business. He said that you were a villain who went back on your way and smashed his booth. Now he wants to terminate the business. He will return your money to you, and you also need to return what you bought there. "

Zhuang Rui processed the stall owner's words slightly and translated them into the two foreigners.

"Oh, God, it's not like this. It's our Mr. Xia who told us that this thing is fake and not worth 500 yuan. We are all regular businessmen and won't do such a thing, and we didn't smash this gentleman's booth. Mr. Xia, can you explain to us what is? What's the matter?"

After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, Smith waved his hand repeatedly and told Zhuang Rui that this was not the case. They returned to the market after hearing the words of the translation, and they did not smash the stall. It was all done by the translator. The foreigner said, one From the backpack behind him, he took out a palm-sized, black-looking root carving.

Zhuang Rui had probably guessed the trick in the middle for a long time. At present, he translated the foreigner's words intact. Several people in the management office were suddenly furious and looked at the pale Xia translator.

"Damn it, it turns out that you two devils are bad in the middle. I'll beat you to death."

The young stall owner couldn't help it anymore. He rushed up and punched Xia Hou in the face. Zhuang Rui stood closer. He quickly hugged the stall owner, looked at the translated who had been knocked to the ground, and said to the stall owner, "If you have something to say, don't do it, otherwise it will become unreasonable."

"How can I say it well? He just smashed my stall, and many of my carvings have been taken away. Who can I pay for thousands of yuan?"

The young man's arms were held by Zhuang Rui, and he tried to kick the Xiahou translator who had been punched by him.

Xiahou's originally combed shiny hair also dispersed, coupled with a cold sweat, and wisps of hair on his forehead. The white suit on his body was also covered with dust, which seemed extremely embarrassed. He no longer had the previous arrogance. He lay on the ground and looked at the two foreigners for help. In his heart, I still think that foreigners are superior to others. If they speak, they can solve this problem well.

"Mr. Xia, I don't think this matter has anything to do with us. I hope you can handle it well. Otherwise, I will truthfully report your situation to your company."

Smith's words made Xiahou completely desperate. No one can help him with the current situation, but in his words, it also reveals another meaning, that is, if you solve this matter well, we will not complain to your boss.

Thinking of this, Xiahou got up from the ground and said pitifully, "This matter is my fault. I take full responsibility. I will also compensate for the things lost by this eldest brother at the original price. I also hope that all of you, for the sake of my young and ignorant, let me go."

It doesn't matter. He just went all the way to soy sauce. He really couldn't see it, so he came out to meddle in other people's business. Now the matter is very clear. As for how to solve it, it's between the young stall owner and this unlucky translator.

"You two negotiate first, and come to us if you can't discuss it well."

Although Director Wang is also very dissatisfied with the translation, they are not an administrative law enforcement agency and have no right to punish the translation. They can only let the two of them solve it first. If the stall owner can't get a satisfactory answer, he will intervene to put pressure on the translator.

"I lost a total of seven root carvings handed down from my family, and five root carvings carved by myself, a total of 4,000 yuan,"

The stall owner calculated in his heart. He was also an honest man and did not bid randomly. He just saw the root carving in the foreigner's hand. He was immediately angry and then said, "I won't sell the things. I'll return the money to you and give it back to me."

Hearing the number of 4,000 yuan, Xiahou's face changed a little, and he couldn't wait to slap him in the face again. This is his salary for more than a month. He is purely asking for trouble, but it's too late to regret it now. If this matter spreads to the company, I' The pillow wind blown by my sister can't keep him.

At present, Xiahou could only nod and agree, but the last request of the stall owner made him a little embarrassed. He also did not know whether the two foreign masters he served were willing to return the root carving.

Seeing that the translator hesitated and refused to speak, Zhuang Rui pointed to the root carving in Smith's hand and said to the two foreigners, "Our gentleman is very dissatisfied with your behavior. He insists on returning the money you bought, and please return this to him."

"Oh, no, we like this handicraft very much. You tell him that I would like to add another 500 yuan and ask him to sell it to me, okay?" Smith grasped the root eagle in his hand tightly and said loudly to Zhuang Rui.

Zhuang Rui translated the foreigner's words to the stall owner and asked him to make a decision. The young man shook his head resolutely and said, "If you don't sell it, please give it back to me."

Zhuang Rui shrugged his shoulders and shook his head at Smith. Smith also knew what happened today. The fault was on their side, and he did not insist at the moment. He reluctantly handed over the root carving in his hand to Zhuang Rui.

Zhuang Rui took over the root carving, but his hand suddenly sank, and almost dropped the root carving on the ground. He couldn't help but be surprised. What kind of tree root carving is this? It was so heavy that he looked down at the root carving in his hand.