Wild and sassy in the 80s

Chapter 199 Submit Discipline?
Zhang Dongsheng was so pissed off by Su Qinghu's leisurely manner that he didn't take people seriously, and stepped on his feet by the way, he got up abruptly, turned around and was about to leave.

I thought it was a harmless orchid in the empty valley, but it turned out to be a feline beast that is good at camouflage and can tickle you suddenly!

Want to hit someone!
"Hey, wait!" Su Qinghu knocked on the table and called him to stop.

Zhang Dongsheng stopped, but didn't look back.

"You're the one who came to talk to me, remember to pay the bill." Uncle Su Qinghu leaned back in his chair like that, and shook hands with him lazily, with the corners of his mouth turned up for no apparent reason, and joked, "Boss Zhang."

... Fuck!

Zhang Dongsheng turned around bitterly, went to the teahouse to pay the bill, and left.

When I went out, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen Su Qinghu's foreign language proficiency. I stood two or three meters away from the teahouse for a while, and finally felt that it was not majestic and unrestrained enough to go back and find someone to play with, so I stepped on it again. Heavy steps away.

Su Qinghu poured tea for himself, took a few sips with divergent eyes, finished a cup of tea, took out a pen and paper and began to draft, three hours, even the translation and checking, marked the temporarily uncertain words, and then cleaned up Got something to go to the typewriter line.

Yes, typewriters are OK.

There is no computer for you these days, and typewriters have become a good thing to replace manual writing and transcription.

There is a typewriter store in the capital, which specializes in selling and repairing typewriters. She is actually tempted to buy one, but when she thinks she can buy a computer in a few years, she endures it.

It's not cheap after all, is it?The key is that there are very few times when you can use it at home.

Although she can write foreign languages ​​as if they were printed, the speed of hand-copying is actually a bit slow.

Using a typewriter is relatively more formal.

This point is around eight o'clock, Su Qinghu is not sure whether the typewriter shop is open, so let's try his luck for the time being.

After taking a taxi, Su Qinghu said the place and stayed quietly.

In the years when there was no monitoring in the car or on the road, she didn't dare to be so crazy that she would sleep in the car alone and let people wake her up when they arrived.

The driver was also happy and charged ten yuan, but the distance traveled was quite short.

Within 5 minutes, the driver stopped, happily collected the money, did not leave, and asked her if she wanted to take his car when she went back.

Su Qinghu thought for a while, "Then wait for me first."

The lights in the store are on, but it can be seen that it is preparing to close.

Su Qinghu asked if she could type here, and she was willing to pay.He was polite and said that the words during the day could be used, but it was dark, and he was afraid that it would be dangerous for her to go back too late after typing, so she refused.

Su Qinghu thought it was funny, but he also felt that this attitude was quite comfortable. After being politely rejected, he simply paid for a Chinese and English typewriter.

She directly took a portable typewriter with a plastic casing and matching paper and came out.

When the driver saw it, he just said "Oh" and praised her for being amazing, that she can even use a typewriter.

Su Qinghu was so praised that he couldn't help laughing.

After months at the newspaper, she'd be stupid if she didn't know how to use a typewriter.

The driver's Mandarin is not very standard, and I lamented her generosity.

is not that right?These days, if you say take a taxi, you will take a taxi, and if you say you want to buy a typewriter, you will buy it, without even blinking.

"Is it reimbursed by the unit?" the driver chatted happily, "Just the money for taking a taxi and buying a typewriter?"

Su Qinghu didn't say directly, "It's not for the unit."

That's the answer.

The driver saw that she didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask. Instead, he changed the subject and introduced to her where to go in Shanghai and what to eat. He also said that he could get a discount if he reported his name.

Su Qinghu smiled and thanked.

After arriving at the hotel, Su Qinghu gave the money for the return journey, and then went upstairs with documents and typewriters.

When I got to her floor, I saw Zhang Dongsheng leaning on the stairs and looking up the stairs.

"What did you do? It's almost ten o'clock!" Seeing her appear in sight, Zhang Dongsheng stood up straight and glared at her with a dark face.

Su Qinghu: "..."

Su Qinghu was speechless for a moment.Who gave Zhang Dongsheng the illusion that he could discipline her?

Glancing at him, Su Qinghu looked away, not bothering to talk to him.

"You came back so late, can you still hand over the things to me on time?" Zhang Dongsheng stared at her and walked past him, and said a little weakly, "I will use it at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Su Qinghu stopped and frowned at him, "Don't follow."

We have to follow to the door.

"I'll see you in the hotel lobby at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll give you something." Su Qinghu stared at his feet, full of threats.

When Zhang Dongsheng was thinking about whether to test it on the edge of danger, Su Qinghu had already walked to the door of the room, opened the door, entered, and closed the door.

People walk gracefully, without hesitation or looking back.

Zhang Dongsheng stared at the door of her room, stood for a while, then walked upstairs with resentment, and when he reached his own door, something suddenly flashed into his mind.

Just now--

Su Qinghu is holding a portable typewriter?

Count her dedicated!

Zhang Dongsheng felt comfortable, went back to take a bath, and fell asleep.

Downstairs, Su Qinghu, who hadn't stayed up late for a long time, was a little excited, and after drinking some tea, his mind was unprecedentedly clear. He took out the typewriter, fiddled with it skillfully, and practiced the hand feel. Then he changed a piece of paper and started typing. Come.

Typewriters nowadays are not as easy to use as later generations, and the uppercase and lowercase switch keys will not bounce back when pressed, so you have to do it manually.

In order not to use the pungent-smelling correction fluid, Su Qinghu was highly concentrated and tried not to make mistakes.

In later generations, her typing accuracy was high, and she almost never made a mistake.The cost of typos these days is too high. In order not to cause trouble for herself, she has worked hard to practice both Chinese and English. Even because of this practice, she feels that her memory is better, and her foreign language level seems to have risen to a higher level... …

"Hey, nothing went wrong!"

After typing the last word, Su Qinghu couldn't help but praise himself, then stood up and stretched his shoulders and neck.

Less than two hours.

She is very satisfied with the typing speed.

Without tidying up everything, Su Qinghu went to take a shower first, and only after he got out of the shower did he arrange the papers in order.

After thinking about it, I made another cover.

She didn't have a stapler or a paper clip on hand, so she just covered the cover and pressed an ashtray on the corner. Everything will be handled by Zhang Dongsheng tomorrow.

She had a good night's sleep, but Zhang Dongsheng and Cheng Qian didn't sleep well.

The former did not sleep well because he dreamed of being chased and beaten by Su Qinghu, and the latter was because he was worried about whether the plan he had written and the newly drafted employment contract would suit Su Qinghu's wishes.

Both of them got up early, and when they arrived at the hotel lobby, they were stunned for a moment when they saw each other, and then they saw that they were both sitting in the hotel lobby, looking at each other, and both wanted to talk.

(End of this chapter)