"What is he talking about?" Shang Jin scratched his head, asking with considerable puzzlement, "Tan Rou, were you just speaking their national language? And why is he giving me a thumbs up? Does it mean he really likes the ornament I sent him?"
Before Tan Rou could speak, Mr. Lin began to translate, "Laka is praising you and Miss Rou for being very impressive. He said the products you've designed are all fantastic and that being women doesn't make you inferior to others. On the contrary, you are even better than many men, and he admires that about you."
Tan Rou's eyes widened slightly, she indeed hadn't misjudged Mr. Lin; the man's mouth really could weave wonders. Laka's statement had conveyed little substance, but after Mr. Lin's translation, it instantly morphed into a lavish rainbow of compliments.
She silently gave Mr. Lin a mental thumbs-up, then said, "Mr. Lin is really overqualified to be just a translator with such eloquence, you should consider becoming a diplomat."
