Click, click. Han Yan moved the cursor to the confirm button and gently tapped the mouse in his hand.
"Done!" Han Yan stood up from the chair and made himself a cup of Biluochun with satisfaction. Due to the conditions, Han Yan could only make tea in a big cup, but it didn't affect his mood to taste the tea.
Walking to the edge of the balcony, Han Yan fondly stroked the pot of devil's ivy that he still carefully took care of even though it had changed. He blew on the cup of hot water, and the tea leaves that were curled up like hair snails gradually stopped their spiral dance and settled at the bottom, leaving only the bright green tea liquid. He took a sip and the tea liquid rolled down his tongue into his throat. Then, the fresh and sweet taste bloomed in his taste buds.
Han Yan leaned against the railing and looked into the distance. He felt that everything in Guangzhou was good, except the sky was too ugly. The clouds were like a rag that wiped the table but didn't have time to clean it. It was gray and black. The sky above the city in the distance was gray as if it was shrouded in haze. The sunlight was blocked during this period and the scattered halos were not as beautiful.
Han Yan missed the sky of his hometown. There was no heavy pollution from heavy industry, and there weren't too much car exhaust emissions. He could see the vast and boundless blue sky when he raised his head. His mood must have been incomparably comfortable.
Right now, Guangzhou, Shanghai, and Beijing were still desperately expanding. Even though many heavy industrial factories had moved to areas outside of the Pearl River Delta, more polluting enterprises were reborn every day, taking root in the big cities. They only wanted the big opportunities and benefits of the big cities. This situation was very similar to the capital of Yingjili in the early 20th century. He just didn't know if these three big cities would suffer the same fate as Fog City in the future. Now it seemed that the haze that was difficult to control was not far away.
Han Yan shook his head and stopped thinking. This was not something he could worry about. He took a sip of tea and returned to the living room.
"Ding dong!" His phone beeped with a message notification. Han Yan looked at it and smiled. Yesterday, he had worked until two in the morning before going to bed. Today, after breakfast, he translated until one in the morning. After nearly ten hours of work, he translated more than seven thousand words. Finally, he received a reward of more than three thousand yuan.
This time, the task wasn't as urgent as yesterday's. Originally, it required him to finish reading it within two days, so the price wasn't that high. It was only 500 yuan per thousand words. However, Han Yan only took half a day to complete this quest. The more he did, the sooner he could move on to the next mission.
Han Yan had already chosen the next mission. It was another urgent mission that had just been released today. The time limit for the mission was one week! The reason why a week was considered an urgent task was because the client had given him a document of 100,000 words!
A hundred thousand words! Even though it was an English translation, it was still nearly 20,000 words per day. For ordinary translators, even if they didn't eat or drink, it was still very difficult to complete! In the past, Xinda Translation Company would either ask the client to extend the time limit for such a task, or split it into multiple tasks and let multiple top translators complete it.
But this time, it was a big client who was rich and imposing. He had already said that the time limit was limited and couldn't be extended. However, he also offered a high price — 800 yuan per thousand words. He also told Yao Dehua that if the translation was good, he would increase the price to 1,000 yuan per thousand words. The extra 200 yuan would go directly to the company, and there would be opportunities to continue working together in the future. (Note: This price is not realistic. It is necessary for the plot and has been processed artistically. Don't worry about these details. ^ _ ^)
Yao Dehua thought about it for a long time. If they really did it separately, it would definitely cause the translation to be mixed. In the past, there was no suitable candidate. But now, it was different. They had the "Condor Hero"! The translation speed was fast, and the translation was top-notch. Such a translator was simply a gold medal among gold medals, a fighter among roosters!
Therefore, Yao Dehua asked the translation department to send a task invitation to Han Yan. He also told Han Yan that if he did a good job, the extra twenty thousand yuan would be his, and the company would only take a cut. Yao Dehua understood that the generous reward would attract brave men. The company did not lack this 20,000 yuan, but if they could retain this big customer through this mission, they would have a gold mine that could be mined endlessly in the future!
Han Yan agreed after much consideration. If it was a literary text, Han Yan would never accept it! To complete the translation of 100,000 words in a week? What a joke! It should be done in a month! This time, it was the translation of a medical report. It was also a kind of technical text. Other than some difficult terms that needed to be checked in the dictionary, it was basically not very difficult.
After accepting the task, Han Yan was not in a hurry to start. A translation of a hundred thousand words was not something that could be done in a short period of time. Sharpening the axe would not delay the work of cutting wood. Before he started writing, he began to read the document.
It had to be said that reading on the computer was much worse than reading on paper. But Han Yan did not have a printer, so he could only read it. This document had more than 400 pages. Even Han Yan could only read about 100 pages in an hour. Then, he felt his eyes were sore and had to stand up to rest.
But at this time, the phone rang. His mother had arrived!
"This is where you live?" Xu Jinfeng pushed open the door. Han Yan and Song Zhiwen were behind her, carrying bags of various sizes.
"Mom, you go in first. Look, we are carrying a bunch of things!" Han Yan laughed.
Song Zhiwen carried two bags and said breathlessly, "Yes, godmother. Let me go in and rest for a while. I am exhausted."
Han Yan turned around and smiled at him. "You can't sit in the office all day! Look at me. I am carrying twice as many things as you, and I am not panting like this. "
"…" Song Zhiwen shook his head. He did not have the strength to refute.
After entering, Song Zhiwen sat on the chair in front of the computer desk. He was sweating like rain. He was self-conscious and did not directly lie down on the sofa.
Xu Jinfeng could not wait and asked Han Yan to bring her into the bedroom. The old lady was anxious to see her granddaughter! The two of them crouched by the crib. Han Yan wanted to pull up the mosquito net to let his mother have a closer look, but the old lady held his hand, afraid that mosquitoes would take the opportunity to fly in.
"Oh, Yan, how can you have a such a cute baby? Look, this little face looks exactly the same as when you were a child." Although her voice was low, the old lady was so happy that she spoke incoherently.
Han Yan covered his mouth and laughed without saying a word.
At this time, Qiqi's eyelids moved. It seemed that she was about to wake up.
"Oh, was I too loud just now? I woke the baby up. "Xu Jinfeng was a little regretful.
Han Yan comforted her. "It's okay, mom. She should wake up now."
Qiqi's eyes had yet to open, and her vision was hazy. She opened her mouth, and a clear cry suddenly rang out. Han Yan was not surprised. He quickly picked up Qiqi from the crib, patted her back, and softly comforted her.
Xu Jinfeng was shocked. She said, "This child, why is her voice so loud? It's terrible when she cries. "
Han Yan smiled and said, "Mom, it's okay. Qiqi is very obedient!" In her father's arms, Qiqi's crying gradually stopped. However, Han Yan smelled a little bad on Qiqi's body. She probably pooped. Thus, he busied himself with tidying up Qiqi.
The old lady was guarding by the side. She was worried that Han Yan was clumsy and could not change the diapers. However, Han Yan's brisk and steady movements immediately made her look at him in a new light! Was this still her son? Han Yan had never done anything that she did not worry about since he was young. However, why was this big boy in front of her, who was methodically changing diapers, and compared to the child in her impression who could not even tie his shoelaces, like two completely different people?
"Yan, you've grown up." When the old lady said this, her tone revealed gratification and reluctance.
Han Yan smiled proudly. When he was changing diapers just now, he intentionally showed off his skills. Sure enough, he immediately reaped the results.
The old lady took Qiqi from Han Yan's hands and observed her tenderly. Qiqi was also very quiet, but her eyes were still fixed on Han Yan. She did not behave differently when she was being held by Xu Jinfeng compared to when she was being held by Liu Suqin.
Han Yan asked Song Zhiwen to pour himself a drink while busily organizing the things his mother brought.
"Mom, it's not easy for you to come here. Why did you bring so many melons and fruits? They sell everything here. Don't you think they're heavy? " Han Yan looked at the big and small bags of pumpkins and cucumbers, as well as the big bag of peanuts still stained with wet soil, and smiled bitterly.
"How can the ones bought from the market be better than those grown at home? I thought that you liked to eat them, so I brought them over. You really don't know how to be grateful. Zhiwen, remember to bring some back later. "The old lady said in a bad mood.
"Okay, godmother, I like the pumpkins you grew the most. Shredded and cooked pumpkin rice is the best!" Song Zhiwen said while drooling.
Han Yan smiled bitterly. He was afraid that his mother would be too tired to be grateful. He shook his head and did not say much.
"Hey! Yan, stand up straight and let me see. "The old lady suddenly called out.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Not knowing what happened, Han Yan inexplicably stood up straight.
"Hey, Yan, I haven't seen you for only a few months. How come you seem to have grown a lot taller?" A mother knows her son best. Xu Jinfeng immediately saw that her son was different.
"Godmother, if you didn't mention it, I really wouldn't have noticed." Song Zhiwen eagerly walked over and said, "Old Yan, take off your shoes and let's compare."
Han Yan took off his slippers, and so did Song Zhiwen. The two of them stood face to face. Song Zhiwen's right palm swept across the top of his head, and then touched Han Yan's nose.
"Damn! Old Yan, when did you become half a head taller than me? "Song Zhiwen said in surprise.
In the past, Song Zhiwen was 1.75 meters tall, which was a little taller than Han Yan. But now, Han Yan was actually half a head taller than him.
"Really? You actually grew taller. " Han Yan scratched his head. He guessed that it should be because of his recent cultivation, but he did not want to say it. "Maybe it's because I've been exercising a little too much recently. I usually get up in the morning to exercise. "
Song Zhiwen was a little depressed and said, "You're probably 1.8 meters tall now. You're already a twenty-three or twenty-four years old demon, but you can still grow taller. Moreover, you're so tall. It's really unscientific."
"You're the old demon!" Han Yan smiled and gave him a punch.
However, it was really amazing. Han Yan had grown more than six centimeters in just a month. Moreover, it was at an age where a man's height almost stagnated. Cultivating this cultivation method did have a lot of benefits. For example, his skin was now much better. Although it was not as smooth as a girl's, it was not too far off.
However, Han Yan was a little worried. Growing taller was a good thing, but if he grew endlessly, it would not be good if he grew into a giant like Yao Ming.
It shouldn't be. Han Yan comforted himself in his heart. There was no ancient record that Zhang Sanfeng was a giant.