In addition to the 17 people in Zhao Chang'an, six bottles of wine, one person drank three and a half ounces on average. Except for a few who had a light alcohol tolerance, the rest were all unintoxicated.

After Zhao Changan paid the bill, he suggested singing together. After all, it was not yet nine o'clock in the evening, so it was not appropriate to go back to his own house. Everyone was unanimously agreed.

When he arrived at KTV, Zhao Changan discovered that these big brothers and sisters were almost all amazing wheat tyrants, and they were all screaming at the top of their voices.

Since the three couches were crowded with people, Zhao Changan and Ni Yawen sat together.

On his right is Mai Yingying, and this big sister always squeezes him, so he can only squeeze Ni Yawen, and on the left is a wall, so he has no choice but to retreat, so Zhao Changan just rubs against her.

The lights in the KTV private room were dim, the music was deafening, and the coffee table was filled with beer, fruits, ice, cigarettes, Sprite,—

The private room was turned on very loudly, and everyone drank a little more wine and yelled at each other. Zhao Changan, Ni Yawen and Mai Yingying spoke, and had to say his mouth to his ears, otherwise they wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

After talking for a while, Zhao Changan had a general understanding of the situation of the translation agency.

Among these sixteen of them, they are all single, and they are all single without boyfriends and girlfriends.

Even though they are looking for their other half, some of them are trying to get in a careful way. However, there is not a pair that has been decided so far.

Since junior year, Mai Yingying has joined hands with several like-minded classmates to establish a translation agency, and it has been more than nine years since then.

They also went from being a girl who was just twenty years old to an old girl in her thirties.

During these nine years, newcomers have been joining and elderly people have quit.

Some people find jobs and leave in their hometowns or other places, some find jobs and leave in the city, some choose to leave after having a girlfriend and boyfriend,—

Joining is all because of hobbies, and quitting is most likely for money.

Their arrogance makes their mate selection standards not too low, but the reality is that they are all poor people who even need to share a house or live in the outdoor dormitory. In Mingzhu, they basically cannot find lovers who are engaged in marriage.

What's more, are there still considerable conditions?

Moreover, there are basically no office romances within the translation agency. The couples that occasionally get to know each other either choose to leave for their future, or break up because of various quarrels and then leave sadly.

"So, we are lying together to keep warm and dislike each other! We are especially afraid to fall in love. Once we get married, it won't take long to break up sadly and leave the translation agency separately, or the two of us leave the translation agency together for money to live a life they don't like."

Mai Yingying's mouth almost touched Zhao Changan's ears, and she said loudly: "Do you know, your big brothers and sisters, I dare not say that they are all, I dare say that they are almost all people who have never eaten pork!"

Then, Mai Yingying seemed to feel that her words were not rigorous and added: "Of course, as long as you don't come true, I'll count those craftsmen and others as my sister as I have never eaten pork."

"What if that's what it counts?"

Zhao Changan couldn't help asking curiously.

Mai Yingying waved her hand: "That's the whole army is wiped out!"

She was obviously a little drunk, and she was worried and couldn't help but feel excited when she spoke, and she dared to say anything.

"Damn!"

Zhao Changan felt a little unable to sit still. Mai Yingying's word "Wuhu" brought her and Ni Yawen who was sitting on her left.

"What, I feel strange? We are all three, so we are all human~"

Mai Yingying sighed: "What a bad house, household registration, car ticket!"

Zhao Changan nodded. It was normal to think about it carefully. The youngest of these youngest people are still in their twenties, and the older ones are in their early thirties. How can there be no normal needs for anyone?

"Love the country, love beauty more, which hero is willing to be alone~"

Gu Zhen

The two men stood up and held the wheat, hugged their shoulders together and shouted loudly.

In fact, it’s not that they don’t want to hug the girl, but that these female colleagues and classmates may not necessarily want them to hug each other. And if they really scream, what will happen in the future when they wake up tomorrow?

House, work, money,—

"We were all very happy to be recruited by the school this time. Liu said that as long as we do well, we will have the opportunity to enter the school for formal establishment in the future. This really makes us very happy! We talked to Wenwen about Mingzhu before, but it was actually just a joke. Although the translation club earned less than her, you may not be able to buy one dollar of things here. Besides, she is beautiful in your small town, college students, and teachers from key high schools. The person who introduced her must be queued up, why bother to come and suffer? Now she has finally been waiting for the moonlight, - I said the day before yesterday, and I have repeatedly told people in the club not to eat grass by the side! We are formal employees of Foreign Affairs, and we can also be an assistant professor in lecturers and teaching assistants in the future, and we will go to fall in love with Mingzhu's only child who has a house. -"

"Puchi~"

Zhao Changan turned his head and squirted beer on Ni Yawen's white stockings. Who said that these literary youths were crazy and shrewd and wilted!

——

Outside the Shanghai Translation Club, the pavilion.

It was already a little faster at this time, but Zhao Changan and Ni Yawen were not sleepy.

Everyone left KTV at the beginning of the evening and went their separate ways, either renting a rental house together or getting a bed at a graduate apartment outside of Shangwai.

Ni Yawen has not found a suitable partner for her during this period, and she is unwilling to squeeze into sleep with Mai Yingying and the others, so she bought a wire bed and slept in the translation agency for the time being.

Zhao Changan sent Ni Yawen here and was about to drive away, but Ni Yawen suggested to sit in the pavilion together, so he accompanied him.

"I'll piss!"

On KTV, Zhao Chang'an was filled with a lot of beer. At this time, in addition to the translation agency that was closed, the nearest toilet was also far away. If Zhao Chang'an entered the translation agency with Ni Yawen in the middle of the night, especially the lonely man and widowed woman drank a lot of wine, it was obviously not suitable and could easily cause criticism.

"Go inside, I'm going to go too."

Ni Yawen also drank a lot of beer.

"Everyone goes to their own, I'll irrigate the flowers and trees with fertilizer."

Zhao Changan waved his hand and got into the woods.

The moonlight was quiet and after each of them resolved, the two returned to the pavilion one after another.

"What do you think of Mai Yingying's opinion?"

This thought actually hovered in Ni Yawen's heart for a long time, and then she had the opportunity to ask.

According to what was agreed at the dinner table at night, Mai Yingying would contact the school tomorrow to apply for printing and publishing the Book of Songs that had been translated into Yoruba and Igbo.

The first prints are five thousand copies each.

For these 10,000 books, no matter the pricing, because in order to better spread culture, the external price of this book will definitely not be higher than three yuan.

When looking for a printing factory, because the best coated paper is used here, there will be exquisite illustrations inside.

Then the printing price of a book will definitely not be less than seven or eight yuan.

After all, Zhao Changan had to invest 70,000 to 80,000 yuan in this book of Songs, and it was the first time he was printing it.

Ni Yawen's annual salary and bonus subsidy in the first high school year was calculated, which was about 20,000 yuan. This seventy or eighty thousand was equal to the money she earned in three or four years, so she couldn't help but worry about Zhao Changan.

Although one-nano investment is to spend money and not think about making money, Ni Yawen still hopes that Zhao Changan’s money will be worth it.

After all, all books will write a nanometer name in a conspicuous place as a compensation advertisement.
Chapter completed!