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Chapter 189 Happy Father Qi

Tang Xiaonan felt the old man's deep sadness, which was completely understandable. She came back with the passion of serving the motherland, but she suffered all the hardships and couldn't even fill her stomach. You must know that this old man is a big shot abroad, and countless famous schools are asking him to teach. Not to mention eating enough, even abalone and sea cucumber every day is fine.

But now, even eating a big white rabbit milk candy is a luxury. When he was about to be rehabilitated, he was beaten to death by a few ignorant stupid men. The old man in the book was so miserable.

Tang Xiaonan held the old man's rough and thin hand and whispered—

“     don't     be   dismal,     don't    be    wild!

in       day   of   grief,       mild

Merry    days   will    orge,     believe.”

Mr. Qi's body shook, looked at Tang Xiaonan in shock, excited, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaonan, you... read it again, read it again!"

He just recited the poem once, and his speaking speed was not slow, even adults might not be able to remember it. However, the few sentences that Tang Xiaonan just read were not only standard pronunciation, but also the grammar of the word. This girl is only six years old.

Tang Xiaonan felt the old man's happiness, her eyes were shining with light, looking at her like a treasure. The old man was happy at this moment because he discovered a wonderful seedling. As a teacher, there was nothing more to make him happy than to find a good seedling.

After thinking for a while, Tang Xiaonan decided not to hide it anymore. Even if she was not a genius, if she could make the old man happy, she would be willing to "deceive" the old man for the time being, at least she could make him find some happy things in the dark life.

Tang Xiaonan slowed down her tone and read the poem. This poem was her favorite before, and she memorized it like a stream. And she learned Russian because of this poem. Because Pushkin was a Russian aristocrat, she only wrote poems in Russian. Although the English and Chinese translations are good, they are not as charm as the original text after all.

Out of his love for Pushkin and his love for this poem, and the Russian border trade became more and more prosperous during that period, Tang Xiaonan used his spare time to learn Russian. To be honest, Russian is much more difficult to learn than English, and his pronunciation is rapturous and his grammar is complicated. If it weren't for Pushkin and money, Tang Xiaonan would definitely not be able to persist.

In this way, she studied intermittently for two or three years, and also came into contact with many Russian businessmen at work, and had many opportunities to exercise, so she was also quite fluent in Russian.

Moreover, because of her fluent Russian, she has a lot of job opportunities. Many Russian businessmen are willing to find her as an interpreter, and she can earn a lot of money a year.

Under the spur of money, Tang Xiaonan developed a fanatical love for languages, and then became aware of Korean and Japanese. Both of these subjects are easy to learn. Tang Xiaonan, who mastered four languages, became a celebrity in the foreign trade circle.

Moreover, she has a good service attitude and enthusiastic treatment. She is familiar with many company bosses. She can help foreign investors contact suppliers with good quality and low price. Even in the off-season of foreign trade, she is still busy, and her income will naturally rise.

However, Tang Xiaonan is a moonlight clan. No matter how much money she earns, she will spend her credit card. She doesn’t know where the money is spent. Anyway, even a monthly income of 100,000 is not enough.

The old man was stunned for a while before he slowly came back to his senses. He hugged Tang Xiaonan excitedly and laughed happily, "Do you know, you are a genius, haha... God treats me well!"

The loud laughter shocked a group of birds, which also alarmed Shen Yuzhu, who came to pick up firewood on the mountain. Shen Yuzhu, who was carrying a basket of fine firewood on his back, looked at the old man and Tang Xiaonan who were hugging each other from afar, and his eyes gradually became jealous and a little resentful.
Chapter completed!
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