Xu Nianhua held the contract and headed home, a path she had walked countless times and knew well. Clutching the contract tightly, she felt excited at the thought of earning one hundred yuan if the translation succeeded.
After the excitement, Xu Nianhua felt somewhat ashamed of herself.
In her past life, she had seen grand occasions and translated contracts that were priced per thousand words, and people had invited her politely. Who, like her, would proactively beg out of fear of not being trusted?
However, she was just a high school senior now, and the fact that Pei Yicheng agreed to let her translate the contract had already surprised her. She was determined to do a good job.
She quickly returned home. Her eldest and second brothers had not yet come back. She grabbed a chair and started to read the contract first.
