Gong Mingjie packed the original and translated versions into an envelope. He would send them to the Foreign Translation Bureau tomorrow for evaluation, after which they would rate Xu Qinghuan.
Three or five yuan per thousand characters might seem dirt cheap to future generations, but in this era, it's considered a very high manuscript fee.
Of course, Y language and Russian don't fetch such high prices, mainly because many people can speak these two languages.
If the rating is high, this unit price will surely go up.
Jiang Xingye was happy for Xu Qinghuan, yet he deeply felt the vast gap between them, like the distance between heaven and earth, or clouds and mud.
"Leave me your contact information. Once you pass the evaluation, I'll inform you," Gong Mingjie had a gut feeling that this girl would definitely pass. Currently, translators proficient in the D language were the most scarce.
