Every word that Lou Fan said was like an invisible slap, smacking him loudly across the face.
The color drained from Pangxin's face, and within that short moment, his mind churned with countless thoughts. Because he'd studied abroad before, his foreign language skills were better than most people's. Working as a translator in the factory, his salary was higher than others', the job was easier, and he made more money; life was getting more and more stable.
But, Pangxin also knew that he was a foreign language translator, but only as long as someone needed him. If nobody required him, then this foreign language translator meant absolutely nothing.
Aside from this factory, Pangxin had nowhere else to go. He knew the few other factories needing translators, but each already had their own translator. Now that his family had fallen, and he had no other skills, how could he compete with the ones who'd always worked in the factories?
"Director Lou, you misunderstood."
