Chapter 234 Take Your Time
"Deming, I didn't know you were so proficient in Russian before."

"I read your translation of several of Chekhov's novels. They are faithful, elegant, and fluent, and they retain the original flavor of the Russian context. They are particularly wonderful."

"Deming, you must help me, your brother. I can't think of anyone other than you who can translate Mikhail's "Quiet Flows the Don". You also know the current situation in China. This is an important task assigned to our Commercial Printing Bureau!"

Wang Deming is back? Yin Mei didn't care about her eating manners anymore. She stuffed the spring pancake in her hand into her mouth, chewed it roughly, and then picked up the millet porridge and drank it directly.

"belch!"

He burped and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "Eat slowly, you two. I heard Comrade Wang Deming is back. I'll go find him."

"Hey." Aunt Zhang had just raised her hand and shouted a word when Yin Mei had already opened the cotton door curtain like the wind and rushed out of the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang smiled bitterly and shook her head. You had dinner, but Deming just came back and hasn't eaten yet.
"Wang Deming."

"Hey, Comrade Yin Mei, why are you here today? Have you had dinner?"

"Burp! I've eaten."

"Oh, let me introduce you. This is Comrade Zhao Shouyan, the deputy editor-in-chief of the Commercial Press. Brother Shouyan, this is Comrade Yin Mei, the head of the personnel section of my workplace."

"Hello."

Wang Deming glanced at the cotton door curtain still fluttering in the kitchen, thought for a moment, then turned his head to Zhao Shouyan and said, "Brother Shouyan, please go sit in the hall first. I will entertain my colleagues."

"Well, you go ahead and do your work. I'll give the royalties directly to my sister-in-law."

"Row."

"Comrade Yin Mei, please come this way." Wang Deming said, and led her to Lao Zhao's doorman, "Lao Zhao, pour me two cups of tea."

"okay."

Old Zhao took the plates and bowls piled on the square table to the kitchen, then brought Aunt Zhang over, wiped the table clean, and poured tea for the two of them.

The emerald green buds of Longjing tea float up and down in the teacup, then slowly fall down, and the tea water gradually turns into a pool of clear spring.

Smelling the fragrance of tea, Yin Mei was no longer surprised. In the afternoon, Lao Zhao made tea for her with the tea leaves he usually drank, which was ordinary jasmine tea, and it tasted very good to her.

The tea Wang Deming treated himself to should be the one he usually drinks or uses to entertain guests, but it turned out to be single-bud Longjing tea. This amount of tea must cost at least ten yuan, right?
But I just heard him chatting with a deputy editor-in-chief of the Commercial Printing Bureau. He actually knows Soviet language! He can even translate novels!
The royalties for translating novels are very considerable. As far as she knows, we have learned from the Soviet Union's "print quota system", and the translation manuscripts are paid 4-13 yuan per thousand words. It is normal for a translator to earn more than 1000 yuan a month, and some can even earn tens of thousands.

She just glanced at the briefcase in Mr. Zhao Shouyan's hand. It was bulging, and there must be a lot of royalties in it.

No wonder life is so good in this family
Old Zhao and Aunt Zhang packed up and left tactfully, and the concierge fell silent for a moment.

"Comrade Yin Mei, please have some tea."

"Oh." Yin Mei changed her initial strategy by drinking tea. The tea was really fragrant. She spoke slowly with a hint of intimacy: "Comrade Deming, you are a member of the New Democratic Youth League."

At first, she intended to criticize and educate Wang Deming directly. He was disorganized and undisciplined. He did not report to work on time for the work assigned by the organization. Wasn't this against the organization's intention? What was the organization?
You have to do whatever the organization tells you to do. If you don't cooperate, then you are wrong! But after waiting for an entire afternoon and having seen a different dinner, she didn't dare to
After leaving the steel mill, Wang Deming's life became better. He could make a lot of money just by writing. He didn't care about the low salary from the steel mill at all.

Although he had reported to the steel mill, he had not officially started working. If he did not go to work at all, when the organization asked about it in the future, Wang Deming could completely refute it by saying: The steel mill does not lack people and does not value talents, so he was made to do something difficult and was not allowed to officially start work.

What should I do then as the future director?
In addition to evaluating "basic performance" during democratic evaluation, what else can be done?

More importantly, his superiors had assigned him to the steel mill, so no matter what he did, he had to be paid and could not be fired.
"That's right." Although Wang Deming was a little curious about why Yin Mei asked this, he still answered straightforwardly, "It's been several years."

"Comrade Deming, you must actively move closer to the organization!"

"Yes, you are right." The organization did not comment. Wang Deming looked at Yin Mei opposite him inquiringly, wondering in his heart, is she here to find him to go to work?

"As an old party member with thirteen years of party membership and a big sister older than you, I have no one else to ask you: Is it because you have been harassed by the Finance Department that you have not officially started working yet?" After saying this, Yin Mei stared at him with her sharp eyes.

Wang Deming smiled calmly, "How is that possible? Comrade Yin Mei." He was not the kind of person who would be wooed by slogans or caring for others in this era. He had eaten too many big cakes before, and denied it outright: "I asked the Commercial Press to take a photo for me, but I was temporarily drafted to translate Soviet literature."

He pointed at his lower eyelids in a pretentious manner and said, "Look, I have dark circles under my eyes from staying up late."

Yin Mei looked at the young man opposite her, whose face was full of collagen and had no dark circles under his eyes. However, she still breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her expression. She said with some blame, "Then you have to distinguish between primary and secondary work. Your official job now is a doctor in a steel mill. How can you not go to work and focus on translation instead?"

"But the Commercial Printing Bureau hasn't given me the photo yet." Wang Deming put the blame on Zhao Shouyan. "You saw it today. I was asking them for the photo."

"Why don't you go to the Red Star Photo Studio in Longfu Temple or the Zhenguang Photo Studio in Wangfujing? Aren't they both OK?" Yin Mei was so angry that the anger in her stomach that she had suppressed burst out again. She took out her wallet from her pocket, took out 2 cents, and slammed it on the table, "I'll give you the money."

"Go to a photo studio in the market right away, have your photos taken, and then come back to work two days later."

"Yes, yes." Wang Deming agreed readily, "If there is nothing else, I will see you off."

"You can take back the money. I still have the two cents for the photo."

"Okay, remember to come to work in two days."

"definitely."

"Come often, Comrade Yin Mei!"

Looking at Yin Mei's back, a smile appeared on Wang Deming's lips, and he turned around and wandered back to the central hall of the second courtyard.

"Brother Shouyan, let's go. It's already this late. Should we go to Jinhualou or Puyunlou?"

"Puyunlou, let's go to listen to Mr. Mei's play after dinner. He sent us the tickets the other day. I'm here to find you for work? Are you going?"

"You can't be ungrateful, right? Just take your time."

At this time, a voice was faintly heard from the gate: "Hey, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)