Su Qing sat on the ground to recuperate. During this time, a supervisor came over to urge him, but because the man was favored by his boss, he did not dare to whip him and only gave him a verbal warning.
Su Qing completely ignored this.
After all, this was a life-and-death situation, and he didn't have the energy to waste on other things.
After recovering a little, Su Qing stood up and looked at the sun.
It's about time.
He had thought about it last night. If he wanted to become a translator, he had to meet Manager John.
However, due to his own identity, it was completely impossible for him to take the initiative to find the other party. This could be seen from the armed guards around. No matter day or night, they would not let any worker go out.
Therefore, we can only wait for the other party to show up at the mine.
The Heisha Mine was of a fairly large scale, with three or four small hills, about two hundred laborers, a dozen supervisors with whips, and twenty or so foreigners with guns.
Perhaps it was because he was a new official with three things to do, or perhaps it was because young people were just full of energy, but in the first three days after taking office, young Mr. John visited the mine almost every day and gave instructions on the work.
And this is precisely an opportunity.
But there is another difficulty here, that is, how to make contact?
Manager John came to the mine for a stroll. In addition to Zhang Lei, the chief supervisor, there were two or three armed cowboys following him to provide safety.
If you get close to me suddenly, you might get shot.
It seems that I can only use Jiang Taigong's method of fishing.
...
Fifteen minutes later.
Su Qing saw a group of people walking towards this end at the mine entrance.
Take a closer look.
The leader was a young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a retro suit and holding a walking stick in his hand. Beside him followed Zhang Lei, who had a fawning look on his face, and a cowboy with a gun.
Needless to say, the young man is the new steward 'Mr. John'.
That is the target person this time.
So, let the action begin.
Su Qing dusted himself off, stood up and walked to the side of the road. While pretending to work hard, he sang the birthday song in English.
"HappyBirthday..."
The group of people walked and stopped from time to time, and suddenly they heard the festive singing, and several of them looked over.
When they saw that the singer was a laborer, their expressions varied.
After the young steward John was surprised, an expression of interest appeared on his face and he watched with interest.
Zhang Lei was stunned at first, then quickly bent down and apologized in dialect English, stumbling over his words, "I'm sorry, Mr. John. I'll take care of it right away."
After saying that, he immediately shouted at the stunned supervisor nearby: "Quick, give it to me..."
Before he could finish his words, John raised his hand to stop him.
"Mr. John..." Zhang Lei was a little confused and wanted to say something.
However, John ignored him and walked straight towards Su Qing with his guards.
The other side.
Su Qing seemed to be concentrating on his work, but in fact he was always paying attention to the movements of John and his group out of the corner of his eye.
To be honest, he was not very confident that he could attract the attention of Steward John by singing.
But after thinking about it, there is no better way.
fine.
Things developed as I expected.
Seeing John walking towards her, Su Qing felt relieved, pretended not to see him, and continued singing and working.
After a while.
John led his men to Su Qing, who was awakened by the footsteps. He stopped singing and turned to look.
When he saw the person's appearance, he quickly apologized in fluent English.
As soon as Su Qing started to speak, John showed a surprised look: "Your English is very good."
"Thank you for your compliment." Su Qing bowed modestly.
"The song you just sang is very good. Did you write it?" John asked curiously, looking at the thin laborer in front of him.
"Yes, Mr. John." Su Qing admitted without blushing, "Because today is my birthday, I couldn't help singing. I'm really sorry for disturbing you."
"..."
John was very satisfied as he looked at the man in front of him who was communicating with him without any obstacles.
He has been very distressed since he arrived at the Black Sand Mine to take up his post three days ago. He does not speak the Eastern language and is not familiar with his subordinates. Although there is a small Eastern leader, he only speaks some broken English and it is usually difficult for him to communicate with him.
Therefore, he had long wanted to find a translator.
I just didn't expect that I would meet such a talented person before I took any action.
Thinking of this, John asked, "What's your name?"
"Sir, my name is Su Qing."
Hearing this, John shook his stick, behaved very gentlemanly, and said.
"Well, Su, I have a translation job here, I wonder if you are interested?"
Su Qing agreed without hesitation: "It's my honor."
The two communicated in English throughout the whole process. Zhang Lei, a half-knowledgeable person, only understood part of it. For a moment, he didn't realize that the man he had booked had hooked up with his boss.
But as a small leader, Zhang Lei was good at observing people's expressions. Seeing John's happy expression, Su Qing nodded and bowed.
Suddenly, I felt something was wrong.
Then, as if to confirm his hunch.
Mr. John said a few words to a guard behind him, and then the guard turned to him and said in very poor Oriental language:
"Zhang, Mr. John said that Su will no longer be a laborer, but his personal translator."
"Take him to change into clean clothes now, and then take him to see Mr. John."
"What..." Zhang Lei was stunned when he heard it and wanted to ask for confirmation, but when he turned around, he saw Mr. John saying something to Su Qing and walking towards the residence with his guards.
Zhang Lei had no choice but to say goodbye with a smile: "Goodbye, Mr. John~"
With the departure of John and the other two, only Su Qing and Zhang Lei were left at the scene.
The two looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere became extremely subtle.
Su Qing looked at Zhang Lei calmly, with no expression on her face;
Zhang Lei looked at Su Qing, his eyes flickering and his expression changing, it can be seen that his heart is extremely complicated at this moment.
He opened his mouth to say something harsh, but was afraid that the other party would go to Mr. John to complain, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "It seems that I underestimated you."
"Mutual!" Su Qing replied with a smile.
"You..." Zhang Lei's face flushed, but he was helpless and could only hate secretly: I'll let you be arrogant for a few days, but sooner or later I'll make you beg for mercy under my crotch.
After comforting himself and getting himself in a good mood, Zhang Lei said with a dark face, "Come with me. I'll take you to wash up and change into clean clothes. I'll also take you to see Mr. John later."
After saying that, he turned and left.
"The Chrysanthemum Crisis has been resolved for now, but the source of the crisis is still there. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and we still need to work hard!"
Su Qing ignored the other party's tone, muttered something in his heart, and followed.