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Chapter 302 The Pretty Widow 20

At 9:45, Chu Yuan heard a knock on the door: "Miss Chu, Mr. Wen is awake and he wants to see you."

In Chu Yuan's impression, Mr. Wen was a very gentle and elegant man. Perhaps because of his injuries, his face looked pale and weak.

I don't know what it will be like to get along with each other.

"okay, got it."

After Chu Yuan finished writing the sentence on his hand, he stood up and opened the door: "Take me there."

After walking down a long ramp, Chu Yuan was taken to a room on the second floor. The person in front of her knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Wen, Miss Chu is here."

"come in."

This voice... sounds even weaker than yesterday. It really looks like he won't live for many days.

Chu Yuan slowed down his pace and walked in: "Hello, Mr. Wen."

"Chu Yuan, can I call you that?"

"Of course, you are my boss, you can call me whatever you want."

Mr. Wen laughed out loud: "Boss? This is the first time I talk to someone in this capacity. Just call me Mr. Wen like them. Here are the materials we will use today. Please translate them as soon as possible and read them to me."

Chu Yuan took the document in his hand and took a rough look at it. It was a research report on nuclear submarines, but it was only a study on performance and did not involve core technology.

She was not very familiar with the area, so she spent twenty minutes familiarizing herself with the material.

During this period, Mr. Wen was busy with other matters. Although he was blind, he could get a general idea of ​​many things once he got started. There were assistants coming in and out of the room all the time, completing tasks assigned by Mr. Wen.

Twenty minutes later, Chu Yuan walked up to him and said, "Mr. Wen, I have finished translating it. I will read it to you now."

Mr. Wen seemed a little surprised at her speed: "So fast? Then let's get started."

There is no problem with Chu Yuan's translation level, and his reading voice is also clear and fluent, which makes Mr. Wen very satisfied.

"Not bad. I didn't expect that Zheng Jianming would find me a good helper. Well, your work for today ends here. I still have other things to do later."

Chu Yuan tactfully left the room. She understood that this meant it would be inconvenient for her to be present for the subsequent work.

Chu Yuan didn't expect that the first day of work would end so easily. It was originally agreed to be two hours a day, but it only took more than 40 minutes to complete the task.

However, when Chu Yuan saw Assistant Wang standing at the door with a pile of information in his hands, he knew that he had thought too simply.

"Ms. Chu, these are the materials that Mr. Wen prepared in advance. You need to familiarize yourself with them first and translate them directly for him tomorrow."

Chu Yuan nodded and took the thick documents.

She knew that the time inside was 30 yuan per hour, and they couldn't afford to wait for her to translate the materials, so they should make some preparations in advance.

So Chu Yuan returned to the previous room and began to look through the thick documents.

This document is somewhat similar to the previous one, except that the data is more precise and covers a wider range, so it looks like a lot.

But with the experience just now, translation is not as complicated as it was at the beginning.

Chu Yuan spent an hour figuring out the general content and would only need to translate it directly tomorrow.

After completing all the work assigned to her, Chu Yuan packed up and went home.

Salaries are settled on a monthly basis. Although Chu Yuan doesn't know whether she can work in this job for a full month, Mr. Wen is such a big shot that he shouldn't owe her, a little girl, salary.

In fact, when Chu Yuan had just come into close contact with Mr. Wen, he carefully observed his physical condition and could be said to be at the end of his strength.

If she guessed correctly, all the organs in Mr. Wen's body had begun to fail, including his brain.

So he spent 90 percent of his time sleeping every day.

And when Mr. Wen inadvertently raised his arm, Chu Yuan vaguely saw a large scar inside his cuff, which looked like a burn.

After observing these details, it is not difficult to guess what happened to him. According to Chu Yuan, it should have been an explosion.

The explosion took away one of Mr. Wen's legs and his eyesight, and even caused impacts to his organs. These are irreversible injuries. With China's current medical level, there is little hope for a complete cure.

Chu Yuan felt very sorry for what happened to Mr. Wen.

Sometimes, it is really cruel to watch the country's talents wither away in front of you.

In fact, if Chu Yuan took action, he could relieve his pain, and even many of his injuries could be slowly healed.

but...

This would risk exposing herself, and she couldn't take that risk as her mission in this world was not yet complete.

With such a mood, Chu Yuan often looked at Mr. Wen with regret during the next few days of work.

Every time he came into contact with him, Chu Yuan felt even sadder.

How could Mr. Wen not notice her abnormal behavior? Ever since he lost his sight in an accident, his other sensory systems have become extremely sharp.

On a sunny afternoon, he brought Chu Yuan to a terrace and said, "Chu Yuan, I suddenly feel like basking in the sun today. Please translate for me here."

The golden sunlight sprinkled on Mr. Wen's profile, as if injecting a hint of vitality into his pale face, making Chu Yuan think of some pictures.

An outstanding person like Mr. Wen must have once been a carefree and unrestrained young man.

"Chu Yuan?"

It was not until Mr. Wen reminded him that Chu Yuan came back to his senses: "Okay, Mr. Wen, it's good for your health to get some sun. I'll read it to you now."

After completing the translation of all the information, Chu Yuan was ready to turn around and leave.

This is the tacit understanding they have developed over the past few days. Mr. Wen's time is precious, and there are many things waiting for him in the future, so no waste is allowed.

But this time Chu Yuan obviously miscalculated.

"Please wait a moment. I wonder if Miss Chu has time to sit down and chat with me?"

Although Chu Yuan didn't expect this, he still followed suit and sat on the chair next to him: "Of course, what do you want to talk about, Mr. Wen?"

"Let's talk about you. Why have you been looking at me like that these days? Is it because of sympathy? Or regret?"

Chu Yuan was surprised at his sharpness: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I'm rude."