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Judul : The Vampire's Crade
Bagian: 17 Chapter
Status: Tamat
Author: Aninong_Manunulat
translator Ina: PenaJingga_

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Cerita ini bukan Milik Jingga...

For a moment, Shi Yao failed to realize who the French lecturer was referring to.
It was only when He Tiantian nudged her elbow did she realize that the lecturer was referring to her.
Shi Yao hastily leaped off her seat and shot Xia Shangzhou a cold glare before turning to face the lecturer.
Meeting Shi Yao's gaze, the French lecturer asked in French, "What is your name?"
Shi Yao, who understood his question, replied, "Shi Yao."
The French lecturer continued in French, "Which year and faculty are you from?"
Out of habit, Shi Yao replied in Chinese, "I'm a freshman from the English Faculty."
The French lecturer remarked, "Please answer my question in French."
Shi Yao quickly reiterated her reply in French.
The French lecturer nodded his head and continued speaking in French. 
However, this time, Shi Yao did not understand what he was saying and was clueless about what he wanted her to do.
Hearing no reply from Shi Yao, the French lecturer uttered another sentence in French. 
This time, Shi Yao partially understood what he was saying. He wanted her to translate what he had just said into Chinese.
However, she was clueless about what he said, so how could she translate it?
Silence ensued, and more and more people turned their gazes over to look at her.
This French lecturer was famous amongst the student populace for being strict. If a student he called out wasn't able to answer his question, he would pose another question to the student. If the student was still unable to answer after three questions, he would have the student stand through his class as punishment… 
Was this going to be the first time in Shi Yao's life that she would be punished in class?
Feeling slightly uncomfortable under the stares of so many people, a shade of red washed over Shi Yao's face. Thinking about the possibility that she could be punished, Shi Yao's grudge against Xia Shangzhou deepened.
Soft Bun isn't speaking at all… Does she not know the answer to the question?
Lin Jiage looked at Shi Yao's reddened ears. Without any hesitation, he reached into his pocket.
As his fingers found his handphone, the French lecturer spoke again.
He repeated the long sentence that he had previously uttered and addressed Shi Yao, "Think about how you should translate this sentence. If you are still unable to translate it, I will give you another sentence to translate later."
Following which, the French lecturer continued, "The name of this young lady is Shi Yao, right? Ok, the boy sitting behind Shi Yao, stand up."
The culprit, Xia Shangzhou, heard the French lecturer calling out Lin Jiage and let out a laugh.
However, he swiftly caught sight of the cold look Lin Jiage was throwing at him and a shudder ran through his body. He quickly stopped himself in fear.
Lin Jiage slowly stood up with one hand in his pocket and the other on the table.
As he was a lot taller than Shi Yao, Shi Yao could feel something was towering over her from behind.
The first question the French lecturer asked Lin Jiage was the same as what he had asked Shi Yao.
"Lin Jiage."
"Year 3 from the Mathematics Faculty."
Lin Jiage casually replied the French lecturer while taking out his handphone from his pocket. He lowered his gaze and searched for Shi Yao's contact from his chat history.
The question the French lecturer posed to Lin Jiage was the same as Shi Yao. He was to translate a sentence as well, just that the sentence he had to work on was different.
While Lin Jiage listening to the question, his eyes remained lowered on his phone as his fingers swiftly strung out a message.
When the French lecturer finished his piece, Lin Jiage paused for three seconds before answering the French lecturer's question composedly. 
As he answered, the movement of his fingers did not stop.
He spoke in a slow but deliberate voice.
His voice was not loud but his enunciation was clear.


To marry Shi Yao, Lin Jiage had resorted to every single trick he could think of, only to fail each time. In the end, he could only turn his gaze to Little Bun.
After hearing Lin Jiage's proposal, Little Bun hooked pinkies with him and replied adorably, "Pleased to work with you!"
Thus——
On the night that Little Bun received a robot, he duped Shi Yao to a restaurant and secretly told Lin Jiage, "Daddy, mummy will be accompanying you for dinner."
On the night that Little Bun received an Ultraman figurine, he duped Shi Yao to a swimming complex and secretly told Lin Jiage, "Daddy, mummy will be accompanying you for a swim."
On the night that Little Bun received a train model, he duped Shi Yao to a hotel suite and secretly whispered in Lin Jiage's ear, "Daddy, mummy will be accompanying you in bed."

Welp, my laptop crashed. Fuck yeah! Writings going to be extra slow for a bit, I've gotten my old desktop set up but its in a really awkard position so it ain't really that comfortable to sit at.


I've already taken it to the shop bu its going to take a bit, at least a week for me to get any news on it. Chapters should still be coming out during this time on Webnovel but for my patre-on don't expect too much to be released on there till I get it back.


Fuck technology man, fuck it.
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Li Shi Ying eyes brightened as she nudge Jiu Wei who was standing beside her. "Jiu Wei take all these scripts. We will buy it".

The price of one original script is only 1 gold. Compared to a translated one, the price was very different like heaven and hell. Because of that buying all these scripts wouldn't be a problem for nouveau rich like Jiu Wei.

"These please" Li Shi Ying put down all the books and scripts she intended to buy. At first, the shopkeeper only flinched because the amount of thing Li Shi Ying bought was quite many.

But, after the shopkeeper finished sorting the book and it was time to sort the scripts, his mouth opened wide and his eyes bulged out from its place. 

The one who was shocked wasn't only the shopkeeper. Jiu Wei was the same! Previously he didn't look at the things Li Shi Ying tossed to him but now...he could saw it clearly.

Those are all original scripts sold inside this bookstore! 

"S-so many original scripts! Th-this lady...is a translator?" thought the shopkeeper while still sorting the item bought by Li Shi Ying.

Li Shi Ying knowing the shopkeeper thought, gave him a smile as she whispered in a small voice "Shhh a secret okay? Here for you" Li Shi Ying tossed a single gold coin to the shopkeeper hand and gave a 'sshh' gesture as she put her index finger on her mouth. 

Yeap. A broad daylight bribery! 

The shopkeeper quickly catched the gold with trembling hand. He then nodded his head meekly and said in a shaky voice "The total is 50 gold coins" 

With a wave of Jiu Wei hand, a bag of money filled with gold coins appeared on the table. The coins inside were exactly 50 pieces.

Jiu Wei who had been watching Li Shi Ying interaction with the shopkeeper earlier, directly dragged Li Shi Ying out from the store after putting all the items she bought inside Mao Mao spatial space.

"Y-y-youuuuu how could you suddenly become a translator??" After dragging Li Shi Ying back to the inn, Jiu Wei closed the room door and began interogating her.

"Ah? I just know now." Li Shi Ying gave Jiu Wei a blank and innocent look on her face. It was true! She just knew now! 

"Okay then try to translate this one" Jiu Wei, still had a disbelief over Li Shi Ying skill took a piece of original script from Mao Mao space and handed it to Li Shi Ying.

It was a pill recipt.

Li Shi Ying didn't know how other translator translate the script, whether they write it again in local language or what....she didn't know.

Haishh...for now she should just read the script first.

Li Shi Ying read the script silently in her mind and she only needed 15 seconds to finished reading. The script content was similar to a procedure text afterall so for someone in college like her, it was easy peasy.

Just when Li Shi Ying finished reading, the word written on the script suddenly glow with golden light and the word change into a local languange from the so-called God Languange.

TUK. 

Li Shi Ying dropped the paper to the floor as a kind of reflex when she saw the golden light. She was too shocked you know?? 

This event surprise both Li Shi Ying and Jiu Wei. Jiu Wei had an 'o' look on his face while Li Shi Ying was flabbergasted.

The two of them then look at each other while pointing their finger to the paper on the floor.

"Y-you...you really translate it!!" Jiu Wei said in shock while covering his wide opened mouth.

"I-i just translate it???" While Li Shi Ying topic of surprise was clearly different from Jiu Wei. She just didn't expect that all it took to translate a script is just by reading it.

"Yeah. The translated script all have golden light on the text just like the one you translate." Despite his shock, Jiu Wei still calmly picked up the paper and read the content. Well his hand was trembling though.

....It is a pill recipe! Pill recipe! oh god...if only he is an alchemist....

Jiu Wei had the urge to cry but he supress it. Yeah! His mistress is a translator so he just could ask his mistress to translate some medicine recipe for him right??

Jiu Wei quickly stuffed the translated script into Mao Mao spatial space and said "M-mistress!! Please translate one medicine recipe for this lowly servanttt!!!" 

Jiu Wei went as far as kneeling on the floor and hugged Li Shi Ying thigh like a desperate little child.

Li Shi Ying: .....what's going on? 

Li Shi Ying took quite a long time to finally proceed the situation. So...she really is a translator! Moreover the method to translate a script is very very simple!

She just have to read it inside her mind and after she finish, the text will automatically change into a local language!

How convenient! No wonder translator could made so much money in a short time. They only need to read a script and sold it to an auction in high price! Incredible!!

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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2. 101 Days To Date Mr Target (coming soon) 

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The next few weeks flew by in a blur, and before I knew it, December was upon us, and Christmas break was rapidly approaching. Unfortunately, translating the journal was proving harder than I imagined, as my friends didn't have much time to help. It seemed like our teachers resented the two weeks we would be missing and were determined to force everyone to make up for the time we would be missing. 

One night I found myself pouring over the journal in the Ravenclaw common room. Sick of trying to translate the scribbled writings of a madman, I rubbed my eyes in frustration.

Across from me I heard someone snicker, really annoyed at whoever was mocking my struggles, I turned and found Jessica sitting on the couch across from me acting all innocent.

Scowling at her, I complained, "Stop distracting me, I'm trying to concentrate."

Smirking at me, Jessica teased, "What's wrong? Finally, come across something you aren't instantly good at."

Pointing towards the journal, I grumbled, "Oh shut up, you can't imagine how difficult this is."

Jessica came over and sat next to me and asked, "What are you doing? That doesn't look like any of the homework we have to turn in. Unless you're taking a class I'm unaware of."

Glaring hatefully at the journal, I replied, "It's not; it's a personal project. I'm trying to translate this old journal I found. It's been incredibly difficult to translate."

 Curious, Jessica asked, "What language is it in."

Closing the journal in frustration, I replied, "Latin."

Jessica's green eyes twinkled, and a delighted look appeared on her face. Shooting me a smug grin, she bragged, "Looks like I finally found something that I'm better at than you. I just so happen to be fluent in Latin."

Wanting to defend myself, I argued, "I wouldn't necessarily say that your better at this than me; I just haven't learned Latin yet."

Examining her pink fingertips like she didn't have a care in the world, she asked innocently, "Is that anyway to ask someone a favor?"

Fighting an urge to strangle her, I had mentally weighed my desire to have the journal translated or telling her to stuff it. In the end, I decided that having the journal translated was more important to me.

Sliding the journal over, I asked, "Do you think you could translate it for me."

Leaning forward, Jessica carefully opened the journal and started perusing the journal. After a few minutes, I asked impatiently, "Well, can you understand it?"

Flipping her long raven-hair to the side, she looked up and grinned mischievously, "Sure, but I seem to remember some a promise you made earlier in the year to help me out with my spell work. So, I propose a trade, I'll translate this for you, and you help me out with my transfiguration."

Not seeing any issues, I replied, "Deal."

Always happy to practice magic, I asked, "Want to get started right now."

Beaming at me, she replied, "Sure, I'd love to."

Not sure where to begin, I asked, "What do you even need help my help with? From what I've seen, you seem to be ahead of the rest of our peers."

 Jessica huffed and replied immediately, " Not as far ahead as you are."

Jessica paused for a moment gathering her thoughts before saying, "I don't know? How about explaining how you don't seem to have any trouble when Professor McGonagall moves you on to a new object. When you moved on from matches to feathers, it didn't seem to faze you at all. Every time I move to a new object, it's like I regress back to the beginning, and it takes me awhile to get the hang of it all over again.  How do you do it?"

As Jessica grumbled, I considered her complaint before carefully responding, "I don't think I should be the standard that you compare yourself to. It's not really a fair comparison."

Jessica's green eyes narrowed dangerously after hearing my response. Holding up my hand to stop her protest, I went on, "I'm not bragging, I just have a thorough understanding of my abilities. If you compare yourself to all the other students in our year, I'd imagine that you are one of the top students."

Jessica's jaw clenched in annoyance, and she asked, "Are you going to help me or not?"

Seeing how stubborn she was being, I decided she needed a small demonstration. So, I said, "It all comes down to the mathematical transfiguration formula." Pulling out a quill and some parchment, I quickly wrote out, T = (W*C/V*A)Z. 

Seeing the formula, she groaned, "Of course, I know the stupid formula. T is the final representation of the transfigured object. W represents your wand power, which is based on the individual traits of a wand, such as wood type, core, thickness and length, C is mental concentration, V represents viciousness, which represents the liveliness of an object, A is the mass of the object and Z is currently an unknown factor. We know it affects the formula, but no one has figured it out.

Nodding in agreement, I said, "Exactly, that is what I use to help with my transfiguration."

Jessica sputtered in protest, "But it's just a theoretical representation of the spell, it doesn't actually do anything."

Shaking my head in disagreement, I said, "You're missing the point, while it's true you technically don't actually need the formula. It still gives you a good indication how much concentration and energy to use in the spell. Transfiguration is one of the most difficult branches of magic, it's not like the other disciplines at all, if you put too much energy in, or too little, and things can go seriously wrong with the spell. Not to mention the enormous amount of mental concentration that you need to have when picturing the transfiguration. Mastering the formula is half the battle because it lets you free up some of your concentration so that you can focus more on the actual transfiguration."

Mulling over my words, she questioned, "But last week when you were given a new object, I didn't see you do any calculation."

Raising my eyebrow at her, I asked, "Are you sure about that? Just how close have you been watching me."

Her face reddened, and she sputtered, "I always keep a close eye on my competition, and I'm sure you didn't do any calculations."

Knowing that she wouldn't be satisfied unless I revealed the truth, but also not wanting to crush her dream of outperforming me I gently said,  "I did do the calculation, I just did it in my head, it only took about 20 seconds. I've always had a good head for numbers."

Jessica looked shaken at my explanation, and after a moment, she replied weakly, "But, its not just a matter of doing the calculations. There is information that is specific to every object; you need to find before doing the calculation, like the mass, and the viciousness of the object."

Shaking my head gently, I informed her. "Remember, the formula doesn't have to be exact, all the formula really indicates is how difficult the spell is going to be, and it's a good estimate on how much energy you need to put into the spell. So, when you're figuring out the mass if you're close that's fine, and I have been practicing estimating the mass of objects. As for figuring out the level of viciousness an object has. I have a near perfect memory, and there are books that give out the level of viciousness of all sorts of material. For example, let's say you're trying to transfigure stone; it's viciousness's base level is 1.5. Now having done all that, all I have to do is plug in the numbers and run the calculations in my head. That's why you don't ever see me calculating the formula in class."

For the first time since I had known her, some of the fire left her eyes, and she hopelessly mumbled, "How the hell am I supposed to compete with that. I'm never going to be able to catch up."

See her crestfallen expression made me sympathize with her. I knew she was under tremendous pressure from her parents to be number 1 in our class. Knowing that she needed a push, I said, "All you need to do is practice."

She scoffed at me, and bitterly replied, "How is practice going to help me? There is no way I can do the formula in my head."

Shaking my head, I replied, "Sure you can, when you were younger, and you start learning how to do basic mathematics, I imagine, you had to do the problems on parchment. But eventually, you got good enough to do it in your head. This is no difference, it may take you longer to get down, but if you do it enough, I'm sure you can do it."

Mulling over my words, some of the fire came back to her eyes, and looking me in the eyes she swore, "Just you wait, one day I'm going to surpass you, and the top spot will be mine."

Glad she was back to her normal self, I smirked and teased, "I'll be waiting."

We spent the rest of the evening practicing; I was surprised how much fun we had. I love hanging out with my other friends, but they just don't have the same passion about learning magic, but I found with Jessica, a kindred spirit for discovering the deeper mysteries of magic.

The next day I found my friends and told them the good news about Jessica being able to help translate the journal and that hopefully, she would have it finished before we left for the winter holiday.  

Alicia let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank heavens, I have had enough of trying to translate the writings of a madman."

Cedric silently nodded in agreement, but Anna narrowed her eyes and whispered, "You didn't tell her everything, did you? What makes you think you can trust her? She could give the journal to anyone."

Defending myself, I said, "Of course not, I just told her it's an old journal I was trying to translate. Besides, she wouldn't do that; I bet you would like her, she is pretty interesting to hang out with."

Anna's lavender eyes glared balefully at me, and she said through her gritted teeth, "I doubt it."

I was a little confused about Anna's reaction; this was supposed to be good news. Just the other day, she was complaining about being forced to learn Latin on top of Arabic. Now we would have the journal translated in a couple of weeks, and she didn't have to do a thing. What was she so annoyed about?

 I sent a wordless plea for help towards Cedric; he always seemed to know how to diffuse Anna when she got worked up. Across the table, Cedric looked at me with pity, next to him was Alicia, who looked amused by the whole situation.  

Luckily, Cedric came to my timely rescue like the good bro that he was and quickly changed the subject to the upcoming quidditch match later today. He said, "So who do you think is going to win later today, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw?" 

Anna looked annoyed at the obvious change of subject, but before she could say anything, Alicia piped up and said, "Gryffindor, of course, we've got the best team." Shooting me a sly grin she added, Besides, you know Ravenclaw students are too busy with their noses in books, to be competitive quidditch players."

Even though I knew Alicia was trying to get a rise out of me, I decided that her quip needed answering, Sneering back at her I said, "Oh ya, I'm surprised your dull-headed team can even find their way to the quidditch field."

Anna, always happy to smear the Gryffindors, let go of her annoyance of the quick topic change and added slyly, "The best team? Didn't Slytherin flatten you guys earlier this year?  I think that it is pretty obvious that Slytherin is the best team."

Cedric wanting to defend the Hufflepuff team, shook his head and added, "I don't know if I would agree with you on that. I think that Hufflepuff might have a shot at the cup this year."

Anna and Alicia looked at each other in astonishment, then simultaneously burst out laughing. A stubborn look appeared on Cedric's face, and he defended, "You never know, it could be their year." Shooting me a look of hope, he added, "Right, Alex?"

It took all of my willpower not to make a face at his declaration of a possible victory for the Hufflepuff team. For the first time in a while, one of my rules to live by, flashed across my mind. 

Rule 51, always backup your bro, no matter what, even if he's delusional."

Hoping that my friends couldn't tell that the big smile I had on was fake, I nodded sagely and said as earnestly as possible, "Absolutely, all that would have to happen, is for Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin to lose the rest of their matches, Why Hufflepuff pretty much has the championship locked down.

 Anna and Alicia shot each other looks of confusion; they couldn't tell if I was serious or not. After a moment they both scoffed, and the lighthearted bickering continued. As I watched my friends continue arguing about who has the best team and who would win the quidditch cup, I couldn't help but smile and be grateful for the friends I had.

What would you do if you were reborn inside the Harry Potter Universe. Follow Alexander Fawley's adventures as he is reborn in the Harry Potter world. In this tale, he will have new unique adventure to call his own, And he will discover that the Harry Potter Universe is much greater than he had imagined.  


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This is my first story, so please leave reviews, to let me know how I am doing so I can get better. Also J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter I simply like to play in her world

Since she had finished dinner, Qiao Nan crossed her arms and looked at Qiao Zijin with a look of indifference in her eyes. "What kind of discussion?"
"I remember Dad said that your English is very good. If you don't have the ability to do it, it will be very difficult even if someone teaches you. Why don't we do it this way? I will do the translation. You can help check through and edit those that are translated wrongly or parts that I have trouble translating. We will split the money in half. What do you think?"
Ding Jiayi twitched her mouth as if she wanted to say something. She was very dissatisfied with what Qiao Zijin said.
Since the document was translated by Zijin, and Qiao Nan only helped make some changes, Zijin should have all of the pay. Why did Qiao Nan have the cheek to take half of the money?
But today Ding Jiayi had been 'disciplined' by Qiao Dongliang. When she was reminded that Qiao Dongliang had said that he wanted a divorce, Ding Jiayi kept a check on herself and did not say another word.
Qiao Nan knew what was going through Ding Jiayi's mind, but she paid no attention to her. What mattered to her was Qiao Dongliang's reaction. She turned to look at him.
Qiao Nan saw that Qiao Dongliang looked calm and did not seem to have any thoughts about this matter. She breathed a sigh of relief. Did it mean that whatever she had said to her father previously was useful, and that he would not side with Zijin anymore?
If it was in the past, her father would have agreed on her behalf and asked her to help and get along with Qiao Zijin.
After all, Qiao Zijin wanted to 'improve' and 'make progress'.
"Nan Nan, what do you think?" Qiao Zijin looked at Qiao Nan smilingly. Her tone was soft and gentle like the spring rain. It was comforting, but to Qiao Nan, she could feel the chill hidden in the spring rain.
"No." Qiao Nan drank some water. "It's not that I look down on you, it's just that you are not able to do it."
Qiao Zijin hated English to the core. The reason why Qiao Nan took out the document was that she wanted Qiao Zijin to back out of a difficult situation. She never knew that Qiao Zijin would be so shameless.
If she was really only sixteen years old, she might not understand Qiao Zijin's schemes. But she was almost 'forty-six years old', so how could she not see through the traps that Qiao Zijin set?
"Why can't I do it? Nan Nan, you can't look down on people!" Qiao Zijin was not convinced. It was not that she was incapable. It was that Qiao Nan refused to help her. She did not want her to earn the money. Qiao Nan did not want her father to know that Qiao Zijin was capable and was as good as Qiao Nan!
To put it bluntly, Qiao Nan could not stand that Qiao Zijin was better and more capable than her!
Qiao Nan kept her cool. She passed a pen to Qiao Zijin calmly. "Since you say that you can do it, try to translate the documents right now."
Qiao Zijin grounded her teeth. Was Qiao Nan doing this on purpose?
"Give me a minute. Let me get an English dictionary." She did not believe that she was not as good as Qiao Nan.
"Okay, the whole family is waiting for you." Qiao Dongliang drank his tea. He wanted to know whether Qiao Zijin had really become sensible and learned the right way.
"Zijin, don't worry, we have the time. Take your time to translate. Since it's not an exam, there is no time limit." Ding Jiayi dared not scold Qiao Nan, so she could only encourage and cheer for Qiao Zijin.
"Mom, I know." Qiao Zijin sighed. Her mother was right. This was not an exam, and there was no time limit. She could do it slowly. No matter what, she had to do her best now so that she could share half of Qiao Nan's earnings rightfully.
Qiao Zijin had never been so serious and concentrated on a task before. She flipped the dictionary and wrote down what she found.
Qiao Zijin sat still working on the translation for an entire hour. Her eyes were either staring at the dictionary or the documents. She repeated the same actions for an entire hour.
"Sister, it is eight o'clock now. Okay, you don't have to translate everything. You can stop translating. Let me take a look." Qiao Nan yawned and took the documents from Qiao Zijin calmly.
"Oh…" Qiao Zijin turned green, watching helplessly as Qiao Nan took the document back. She did not even have the chance to grab it from her.
Qiao Zijin might have worked at it for an entire hour and wrote down a lot of words, but she did not translate much.
Qiao Nan took out a red pen quietly and started to edit the translation that Qiao Zijin tried hard to finish.
Qiao Nan crossed out a short sentence and wrote the correct translation by the side. Then, she drew a large cross on a long paragraph and did not bother to provide the correct translation.
In the end, Qiao Nan had no choice but to draw circles on the documents.
Qiao Zijin took more than an hour to translate, while Qiao Nan used less than three minutes to read through. "Sister, take a look for yourself. Aside from those that I marked in circles, the rest are wrong. There isn't a single sentence that was translated accurately. Tell me, are you able to do this job? You say that you will translate, I will help you correct the mistakes, and we will split the money? Sister, are you sure that after you are done with your translation, I only need to make minor changes? Or do I have to redo it again?"
Though Qiao Zijin was very serious and careful, she did not get a single sentence correct. How could she take up the translation work?
Most importantly, Qiao Nan knew that in order to secure the translation job in front of the whole family, Qiao Zijin gave her full attention to translating and worked at it for more than an hour. But when Qiao Zijin landed the job, her attitude would be completely different.
By that time, Qiao Zijin might not even look through the dictionary. She would just grab any book and copy some sentences from the book before handing the translation back to her.
Qiao Zijin never intended to work to earn money. What she had in mind was a way for her to get the money without working!
In the end, the translation would be done by Qiao Nan alone, and yet she had to give half of the money to Qiao Zijin!
Ding Jiayi did not believe in Qiao Nan's words. She took the documents and saw that it was full of crosses. Only a few areas were circled. "Are you sure that you have not made a mistake? Your sister did not even get a single sentence correct?"
How was it possible? Zijin was one level higher than Qiao Nan. It was impossible that Qiao Nan could translate while she could not. Furthermore, she had done badly for her translations. "Qiao Nan, you can tell your sister the correct translations, and she will write them down. This way, the job is done by both of you. Qiao Nan, yours is a simpler job since you only need to tell Qiao Zijin the translations. The money can be split between both of you."
"Mom, do you think that one just needs to talk to do a translation? The most important thing is to use one's brains. I do not need Sister's help to write these words down. I can do it myself." Qiao Nan refused immediately.
"You… why are you so stubborn? You do not consider your sister's feelings. You should help your sister. In the future, your sister will also help you when you need help."


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

"Boring…" Hearing Lin Hao tell him about James' background, Hong Dali disdainfully twitched his mouth. "What has that got to do with me? Although I plan to make a few movies, I'm only doing it for fun. It's not like I really plan to develop my business in Hollywood."
"This…" Lin Hao felt a bit depressed. After thinking for half a day, he then said, "Then, Young Master, we can put it this way. The more friends you have, the more options you have in life. Think about it, what if next time you think that filming is very fun and really planned to expand your market? With just one word from James, your movies will be able to enter Hollywood. Those are all box office!"
He wasn't overstating here. This James was indeed an authentic well-known director and had filmed a few big hits. His power in Hollywood was enormous.
If the movies from Heavenly State wished to be screened in Merika, all it needed was just one word from this James.
Of course, on the other hand, if he said that the movie was not good enough, then it was basically impossible for the movie to enter Hollywood.
"That doesn't matter." Hong Dali shrugged indifferently. He had never planned to develop into Hollywood, anyway. He had both the money and people he needed, and he was also unlike Liang Yifeng who flew all around the world to flirt with women. He entered the movie industry purely for the sake of having fun. Also, whether or not he was really going to make more films was still uncertain. Naturally, he didn't regard this James as someone important.
What did it matter how powerful he was in his country. It's not like he would give the money he earned to Hong Dali, and Hong Dali also didn't need any help from him, so why the need to act so humbly towards him?
But the problem was, he was brought here by Lin Hao. As the saying goes, you can disregard someone, but you should slightly respect them if he were a friend of your friend. Hong Dali could totally disregard James, but he couldn't totally disregard Lin Hao. He nodded and asked, "OK, then let me talk to him. Hm, I almost forgot to ask, what did you bring him here for? Investment?" That would be good because Hong Dali was still afraid that he was spending money too slowly…
"As for this, I wanted to ask you to put a share in. But as for how, I'm not too sure. I didn't ask for the specific details." Lin Hao saw that Hong Dali's tone wasn't as firm as before and finally felt relieved.
"Oh, I shall ask him then." Hong Dali instantly walked up, smiled and asked, "Mr. James, right? What is it that you came to find me for today?" The translator hurriedly translated his words.
"… %¥… &&*&…" James said.
The translator translated at the same time. "Mr. James said that Mr. Lin should have told you who he is. He came today to borrow the alligator snapping turtle to act in his new film. Of course, it isn't for free, he can give you 10% of the shares for the movie."
What the heck! He actually came for this? Does this fellow even know what my Big Turtle represents?
And he still intends to borrow it? A yellow-haired monkey asking to borrow it just like that? 10% of the shares? Do you think I am a moron?
Hong Dali didn't even think about it, he directly shook his head. "No!"
"This…" Hearing Hong Dali rejected so directly, the translator was a bit depressed. He didn't know how he should translate this one. After thinking for a long while, he finally translated it to James in English.
"WHY!?" This time, Hong Dali understood this word. Of course, just this one word, the rest was still gibberish to him. "%¥%¥##*(&&)*)*)(*——)(("
"What is this dude saying now?" Hong Dali cocked his head and strangely looked at the translator.
"Er…" The translator felt that ever since he started being a translator for James, today was the hardest to translate. But out of professional ethics, he still chose to translate honestly. "Mr. James said that the alligator snapping turtle is just larger than normal, that's all. They spent 2.2 million USD for this new film, it's one of the largest blockbuster films in history. 10% of the shares is equivalent to two million plus yuan—this is practically money dropping from the sky. If Mr. Hong doesn't agree, he suspects there's something wrong with your… IQ."
Indeed, from James' perspective, he could obtain two million plus worth of shares by just shooting a few scenes, this was indeed akin to money dropping from the sky.
If it were some other animal, Hong Dali would have agreed since there weren't any cons. It was just shooting for fun, it wasn't something that really mattered to him.
However, if he wanted Big Turtle, it was definitely a no.
What image did Big Turtle have in the Nation now? The divine beast, the Black Tortoise! A totem-like sacred creature! It was fine for him to play with Big Turtle and bring it out for a walk because he was, after all, the one who helped turn it over. But allowing the Merikans to use it for their film? Two million? Even 20 million couldn't get him to agree!
Once he really did such a thing, that would represent that Big Turtle had fallen from its God-like altar. By that time, the loss would definitely be much more than what he gained!
Suspect my IQ? There would be something wrong with my IQ if I really lent it to you!
"Ask if he understands the culture of our Nation. Does he know what Big Turtle represents?" By this time, Hong Dali couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to this James anymore. However, because Lin Hao's relationship with Hong Dali was not bad, he would just speak a few more words with him. If not, Hong Dali would have already thrown him out—he didn't need to beg this fellow for anything, what was he so cocky for?
"OK." The translator instantly communicated with James. Then, the translator said, "Mr. James said that he knows what Big Turtle represents. However, he also said that those are ridiculous matters. Big Turtle is just a big turtle, just a specially big one, it's nothing much…" As the translator spoke to this point, he saw that Hong Dali's expression wasn't very good and hurriedly added, "Young Master Dali, I'm just a translator. I just translate whatever my boss says, please don't blame me."
Hearing him said so, Hong Dali was instead amused. He nodded and said, "Yup, don't worry, I promise I will not make things difficult to you. Tell him, Hollywood is just a small place. To say it nicely, it's the center of the filming industry. But to say it not so nicely, it's just a small county town. I really don't give any regards to it."
When Hong Dali finished saying this, Tang Muxin instantly cheered and said, "Well said, Dali! That is really domineering, I support you! I give you 32 likes!"
Li Nianwei, Lin Zixuan, and the nine lackeys all raised their thumbs too.
The lackeys were thinking:
"Being Young Master's subordinate, the treatment is indeed different! We won't lose out no matter where we go!"
"Young Master is really a man of iron! Look at how he said it! The other party said that Big Turtle was just a normal alligator snapping turtle, and Young Master replied that Hollywood is just a small county town. This whack at the face is really awesome!"
The translator wanted to translate Hong Dali's words into English, but suddenly, James pulled him aside and angrily walked up to Hong Dali, their foreheads so close that they were almost touching. James spoke with out of practice Chinese and angrily said, "Mr. Hong Dali, what do you mean by this!? Are you looking down on Hollywood? Hollywood is not only the place of origin of the entire world's fashion, but it's also the center of music and filming! We have world class entertainment estates and luxury brands there. We're the frontier and representative of the entire world's fashion!"
"Oh…" Hong Dali moved back a bit, turned around, looked at the translator, waved him over, grinned and said, "That who, translator, yes, you. Come here, come."
"Me?" The translator pointed at his own nose, then hurriedly walked over. "Young Master Dali, please instruct me."
"Yup, help me translate one sentence." Hong Dali sniffled. "What has this got to do with this! Just this sentence!"
"This…" The translator broke out in a sweat, but he naturally didn't dare to resist Hong Dali's order. He hurriedly translated: "Mr. James, Young Master Dali said, I don't care…"
Before he was done, Hong Dali directly pulled him aside. "You're not imposing at all!" Saying so, Hong Dali turned around and asked Tang Muxin, "Xinxin, I want a direct translation, word by word!"
"OK!" Tang Muxin grinned and said, "Close My Bird Thing[1]."
"Yup." Then, he turned towards James and, word by word, said, "Close my bird thing!" In the end, he didn't forget to add, "UNDERSTAND?"
"You! Do you know that you are making the whole Hollywood your enemy!?" James angrily said, "Over there, everyone has to respect me. Even those film magnates don't dare to speak to me like this! Even the honorary mayor of Hollywood has to show respect to me! We have a deep foundation and heritage in fashion and strong technologies to support us. We're the role model that everyone around the world sought to copy from. A lot of celebrities in your country wish to be able to advance to Hollywood even if they have to bribe us!"
"Oh, I'm really afraid by hearing what you said!" Hong Dali cheekily said. "But what has that got to do with me? I said that I'm not lending, no means no. Translator, translate my words to him!"
"This…" The translator was really depressed today. He could only start translating to James. Again, gibberish to Hong Dali. "¥%¥...&%(*)(**——)——"
Tang Muxin and the rest almost died from laughter. This Hong Dali could really pull off a spoof. At the start, this fellow brought a translator here, but just after a few words, this James started speaking Chinese. Instead, Hong Dali didn't let the translator rest but asked him to translate his words to English and return it to him…
Actually, speaking of which, everyone present didn't have any good impression of this James. All of them disliked him.
Since you are able to speak Chinese, what's the point of bringing a translator and putting up a front for? What use is there? To show how noble you are? Our Young Master's background is very impressive, but he never acted as you did!
"You're making the entire Hollywood your enemy!" James gritted his teeth and said, "I promise! From now on, any movie related to you will never be able to enter Merika! Not possible!"
"Oh, actually, I have some words for you too." Hong Dali grinned and said, "Don't put up a front, or lightning will strike you." After saying this, Hong Dali sniffled and added, "Also… Who set the rule that Hollywood must be in Merika?"
[1] A literal translation of 'How is this my problem'


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


When the elevator arrived on the 35th floor, they immediately got out. Finland was amazed at how luxurious the office space on the highest floor was. There were only large office rooms for directors and several meeting rooms. Of course, the biggest room with a large wooden door that was tightly closed was where Caspar did all his work.
Several secretaries and staff passing by in the central office, where the personal staff of the directors worked together, seemed to stare at Finland who had just arrived with Ben. It was very rare for people from the lower office to go up to this floor.
"Please come in, Miss. Master really needs the translation," Ben said loudly as he invited Finland to enter Caspar's office. He knocked on the door twice then opened it, "Good afternoon, Sir. Miss Finland, who can translate the document, has arrived."
Finland entered and disappeared behind the door. She could not say anything for a moment seeing how big and nice the Schneider Group owner's private office was. It was like a smaller version of his penthouse in St. Laurent Hotel.
There was a large living room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a beautiful balcony with lounge chairs surrounded by trees and flowers, then, to the left, there was a room to rest, a private bathroom, and a lounge to delight yourself with a fully equipped minibar.
"Hey..." Caspar, who was sitting at his desk, immediately got up when he saw Finland's arrival. "My interpreter is here..."
His voice sounded nonchalant and Finland was forced to hold back her laughter. Caspar was very creative in thinking of various ways for them to meet without inviting suspicion from his employees. This made Finland's heart pound and her cheeks flushed red.
"I will go now, sir. The translator has arrived and is ready to help you translate the documents." Ben smiled broadly then left the room.
As soon as the door closed, Caspar immediately pulled Finland into his arms and kissed her lips passionately.
"Hmmmm... there are quite a lot of document that need to be translated... I think you will need the whole day to do it..." he whispered in a husky voice and a moment later he devoured Finland's lips greedily. The girl tried desperately to hold back so as not to moan.
"Gosh... what if someone enters?" she whispered, hitting Caspar's shoulder when the man finally let go of her lips.
"Sshh... Aleksis is not here. No one would dare enter my office without me asking them to come or allowing them to enter." Caspar looked very confident. He was the big boss at the company and no one was bold enough to disturb his privacy for fear of being sacked. Only towards his daughter, Aleksis, was he helpless...
A smile curved up on his lips as he remembered when Aleksis and Kara caught them making out in his study room in Germany.
"Well... I can stay here all day, especially if there are sooo many documents to translate..." Finland said with a big smile. She invited Caspar to sit together on the sofa and she immediately leaned her head on her husband's shoulders. "Your office is very nice... I have never seen such a luxurious and large office before..."
"Well, enjoy whatever you want. Whenever you need a comfortable nap or rest with privacy, just let me know, I'll find another document for you to translate... hahaha. Resting here with me is more fun than in the lounge on the 30th floor," Caspar said.
"Uhm... actually, the lounge on the 30th floor is also great. There are plenty of places to rest. There are cabanas, sofas, and various sleeping pods. In my old company, we only had a pantry and meeting rooms."
"Uff... But in the 30th floor we can't rest like this...!!" Caspar said in a mischievous tone, before he suddenly lifted Finland and carried her to his resting room. Finland, who was about to protest, was forced to keep her mouth silent. She didn't want to raise the suspicion of those outside.
Caspar placed her gently on the bed and started kissing her face, her neck, then down to her plump breasts. His hands were slowly taking off their clothes, one by one.
***


*How do immortals live in the modern world? One had been walking the earth for 438 years without ever falling in love. The other one couldn't get over the only woman he loved, even after 100 years.

**What happen when an immortal didn't know he was immortal? After living for almost a century, he still looked like he was 25. So, he thought maybe... maybe he was a freak, a victim of human experimentation during Hitler's time. Growing up, he came to hate humans and their fondness for war and destroying nature. He swore to one day rule the world and decide on which humans got to live. In his book, 'only the good, the strong and the intelligent should live'.

***The wealthiest tycoon was an immortal who was raised in the ivory tower by his overprotective parents. One day he decided to go undercover as poor photographer to make friends with regular people. Alas! Scheming people tricked him to sleep with the most notorious golddiger in Berlin whose only goal in life was to marry a wealthy and powerful man. When she was pregnant with his child, the undercover tycoon wanted to take responsibility but still pretending to be poor. Will he finally let her know that he was wealthy? Why was she so adamant to marry a wealthy and powerful man?

THIS BOOK HAS 3 DIFFERENT STORIES. They are connected, but you can read them as standalone.

1. The Alchemist
2. Aleksis & Prince Siegfried
3. Secret Identity


Volume 1 has fluffy romance, Volume 2 has action/adventure, Volume 3 has comedy, and Volume 4 is a revenge/redemption drama.

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so sorry for those who may be disappointed

i was tired of waiting for a translation to spiderman new x by Autoraleatorio here is a english version

Irene's pov
 I had found the most mysterious untranslateable map of all time. Its rumor to lead to Atlantis. Ancient city abandoned in ruins as its people fled from something known as the dark one. So I've been told and heard so far. 

 Finally after 3 months of back tracking and scavenging other ancient cities I've found the master key of all master keys for all languages dead or alive that has ever existed. 

    Finally I can translate this frustrating map. As I began to translate it I found that I have to travel to Marjn the plant of the ancients. Great just great now I actually have to repair my spaceship. You see I out of a moment's  pure stupidity mange to crash my priceless spaceship I built 2 years ago. It works just fine just can't do long distances.  
 
  Walking into to the garage of my ship I rampage about looking for blueprints I had made after 5 hours of throwing thing about and taking out all my files the look like a tornado had just came in.

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