Every word from Lou Fan was like an invisible slap, smacking across his face.
Pangxin's complexion gradually drained of color, his mind racing through countless thoughts in those brief moments. Thanks to his overseas study experience, his foreign language skills surpassed others. Working as a translator in the factory, he earned a higher wage with an easy job and was living an increasingly comfortable life.
But Pangxin was acutely aware that he was useful only if there was a need for a foreign language translator. Without such demand, his expertise was utterly worthless.
Aside from this factory, Pangxin had nowhere else to turn. He knew several other factories that required translators, but they already had their own. Having fallen on hard times and lacking any other skills, how could he compete with the translators who had been at the factories all along?
"Director Lou, you've misunderstood," Pangxin said.
