FOBTS CH10

Slow work produces fine craftsmanship.

0.5x speed really worked. Song Ruochen understood it.

But the sentence was a bit long. By the time he heard the latter part, he had forgotten the earlier part.

So, following the Song family’s translation principle of “neither believing, nor vulgar, nor missing the point,” he simplified it for Jian Yuheng and translated the latter half—

“Three sentences of nonsense about the weather, five sentences praising how awesome the company is, and then the true intention revealed… saying that if there’s a chance, they’d like to collaborate with your company.”

He said.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

This translation definitely carries a hint of personal grudge.

Influenced by inertia, Jian Yuheng slowed down his speech and started responding at 0.5x speed:
“Thank——you——for——the recognition——Xiaoshi Group——next quarter——stock price…”

“Second Young Master.” Song Ruochen looked at Jian Yuheng and flexed his fist. “Just nod or shake your head.”

Be sensible. Don’t say words that exceed my vocabulary.

If it gets too complicated, the translation might not even sound human.

“…” Jian Yuheng was silent for two seconds, took a deep breath, and then spoke a string of fluent English.

The bearded foreigner sitting across from them brightened up and started chatting with Jian Yuheng.

“I’m amazing,” Song Ruochen said. “Even my boss is now bilingual.”

[Song Ruochen, a rapid-learning machine for Bosses.]

Jian Yuheng switched to auto-pilot mode for communication, and Song Ruochen happily relaxed, sitting beside him and practicing his listening skills.

The foreign boss wanted to collaborate with Xiaoshi Group but was reluctant to invest. After negotiating for a long time, Jian Yuheng drafted an initial plan.

“Secretary Song.” Jian Yuheng instinctively called for someone to organize the meeting notes. “Sort this out…”

Assistant Gong immediately handed over a folder. “Second Young Master, everything is ready for your review.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

“Where’s Song Ruochen?” He asked coldly.

“Said he had a sudden hand injury and couldn’t translate,” Assistant Gong repeated. “He sent me as a substitute.”

“Second Young Master, please review the meeting notes.” Assistant Gong presented the file. “I used nearly 3,000 words to describe your gestures and expressions during the negotiation. It’s definitely more detailed than Secretary Song’s notes.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

“Next time, don’t ask Secretary Song for help,” Gong Huo advised. “That cold and stubborn secretary is too headstrong. It’s hard to get him to do things obediently.”

Jian Yuheng didn’t respond; he just gave a faint “hmm.”

Finally, after much anticipation, that peculiar situation happened again—this time with added twists.

During that period, Jian Yuheng watched Song Ruochen carefully, albeit slowly, but the latter remained focused on translating, showing no flaws like before.

The seemingly perfect (yet questionable) secretary had vanished somewhere, leaving follow-up observations pending.

As evening approached, Jian Yuheng packed his files, ready to leave the company.

“Yuheng,” Jian Feng called him. “During this morning’s meeting, the foreign guest mentioned some interesting ideas. Let’s hold another internal meeting to discuss them.”

Jian Yuheng nodded in agreement.

He casually grabbed the unfinished bottle of mineral water on his desk and walked into the adjacent conference room.

“Assistant Gong,” Jian Yuheng said.

Assistant Gong handed over the meeting notebook.

Jian Yuheng opened the first page—

On the blank page were drawings of red mushrooms and several little figures lying flat.

“Did your imagination sprout wings during the meeting?” Jian Yuheng asked. “And fly off to some distant mountain?”

“It wasn’t me,” Assistant Gong wiped his sweat. “Second Young Master, I can’t draw this well.”

Jian Yuheng didn’t press further. His fingertips tapped on one of the little figures before he turned to the second page, where Assistant Gong’s neatly written meeting notes began.

“In the media sector, Xiaoshi does hold a significant amount of resources,” Jian Feng said. “But as Jian Yuheng pointed out, many of our operational methods are outdated.”

Jian Feng continued, “The foreign guests at today’s meeting expressed similar concerns. Let’s discuss whether Xiaoshi’s projects should incorporate some new elements.”

“Times are changing,” Jian Yuheng said. “Smartphones are no longer a luxury. Everyone can access the internet. These new users are also resources. Platforms can provide content they enjoy.”

“I disagree!” an elder executive exclaimed. “Xiaoshi’s productions have never catered to anyone!”

“Why are you so worked up?” a younger executive countered. “I think our current productions are catering to you!”

“Outrageous! How dare you speak such nonsense!” Another elder executive huffed and puffed.

The debate escalated into a heated commercial negotiation. Instead of discussing ideas, they began competing in volume.

Jian Yuheng, never one for patience, grew increasingly annoyed as the meeting went on. Swear words circled his mind, ready to launch—

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “.”

Here it came again, and it seemed to be at 0.25x speed this time.

“Dis——agree——hah,” Elder Executive One said.

“You——want——the company——to fail,” Elder Executive Three said.

Jian Feng: “Enough——hah, don’t——argue.”

Jian Yuheng: “.——”

After the verbal battle, everyone nervously looked at Jian Yuheng.

The Second Young Master’s expression had changed. Was he about to scold them?

The elders, who had just enjoyed their shouting match, began trembling.

Under the spotlight, Jian Yuheng spoke calmly, even with a hint of amusement. His speech was slow: “Hmm, your concerns are valid.”

“Let’s keep most of the company’s projects and allocate 20% of the funds to invest in new ones. What do you all think?” he asked.

Elder Executive One: “?”

Elder Executive Two: “? When did this kid get such a good temper?”

Elder Executive Three: “We argued so much, and you’re not angry? Impressive, kid.”

Jian Yuheng: “.”

At 0.25x speed, the world was at peace.

He couldn’t even get angry.

Amidst the admiration and disbelief of the crowd, he leisurely unscrewed the bottle of mineral water on the table and took a sip.

A faint grape flavor spread in his mouth, as if pulling him into a sunny vineyard.

What was this?

Jian Yuheng stared at the bottle in his hand for a long time.

He had grabbed the wrong one. It was Secretary Song’s unfinished water.

__

Near Xiaoshi Group, in a nearby park…

Song Ruochen leisurely sat on a park bench, enjoying the fireworks in the sky at 0.25x speed.

“System, this is amazing!” Song Ruochen said. “Watching fireworks like this is too satisfying.”

[A—piece—of—cake]

The fireworks slowly fell from the sky. When the time reversal ended, the flow of time returned to normal.

Song Ruochen glanced at his phone screen, which had lit up with a message from Yan Ci.

[Song Ruochen]: This *, does it mean blushing?

Yan Ci: Secretary Song is truly perceptive.

[Song Ruochen]: Does Madam need something from me?

Yan Ci: This year’s annual meeting at Xiaoshi Group is quite unique—they’ve invited all the contracted streamers and creators from the media division.

Yan Ci: Secretary Song, could you accompany me tomorrow?

Yan Ci: Over the past two weeks, we’ve distributed 2,500 copies of our marriage certificate and 1,000 stickers of the certificate. Now everyone knows I’m Jian Feng’s spouse.

Yan Ci: I’m worried I might not perform well and embarrass him. 0.0.

Yan Ci: Secretary Song is more composed. If you’re with me, I’ll feel at ease.

Yan Ci: There’s a raffle at the annual meeting, and a buffet—the buffet is super delicious.

[Song Ruochen]: Got it. Just dress to impress, and I’ll make sure everything’s covered.

Yan Ci: Should I keep a low profile?

[Song Ruochen]: No need; the more extravagant, the better. We’re here to outshine.

__

Song Ruochen reviewed his schedule. After Jian Yuheng adjusted the annual meeting, he had no tasks—he just needed to accompany Yan Ci to make a grand entrance and then sit back and enjoy the performances.

The following evening, Xiaoshi Group’s annual meeting officially began.

He didn’t prepare any new clothes and stuck to his usual secretary attire, accompanying Yan Ci to the venue.

Yan Ci, however, truly came to steal the show. The usually low-key omega wore a lavish white suit today, with long sleeves and pants, looking like freshly fallen snow.

“Am I dazzling enough?” Yan Ci asked nervously.

Song Ruochen tugged at the fluffy trim on Yan Ci’s sleeve. “Quite stress-relieving.”

The annual meeting wasn’t his project, so he wasn’t familiar with the process. He only knew the antagonist would give a speech, and he and Yan Ci were supposed to enter during that time.

If he remembered correctly, in the original story, this speech was delivered by Jian Feng himself, and during the speech, Yan Ci had been bullied by other streamers.

The lights dimmed, and a tall alpha man stepped onto the stage.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Jian Yuheng,” the man said confidently. “I’ve only recently joined the company, so you may not be very familiar with me. However, this annual meeting is a great opportunity for you to get to know my team and my leadership style.”

Jian Yuheng continued, “Most of the content for this annual meeting was planned by my team, and I personally chose the venue…”

Jian Yuheng was arrogant and proud, but he was always meticulous. The annual meeting speech was an important occasion, perfect for paving the way for his future leadership.

In just a few minutes, Jian Yuheng covered multiple topics with wit, earning rounds of applause.

True leaders always enjoy giving speeches.

“So, after this annual meeting…” Jian Yuheng paused.

A spotlight shone on the two omegas entering the venue.

The one trailing behind wore a clean white shirt, with black hair falling over his forehead. His smile was polite, as cold and efficient as always.

“Madam, watch your step,” Song Ruochen said.

Is it really him? Jian Yuheng wondered.

Secretary Song, so meticulous, so perfect—

“Ah, crap…” Song Ruochen slipped, stepping on the trailing hem of Yan Ci’s outfit.

“Ah!” Yan Ci stumbled and fell forward.

“Madam, are you—” Song Ruochen slipped again, landing on the floor and accidentally kicking Yan Ci half a meter away.

“Whose idea was it to choose such a slippery venue…” Song Ruochen muttered.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “…………”

Oh heavens, it’s confirmed.

It’s you, Song Ruochen.

The so-called perfect secretary is a complete disaster.

Jian Yuheng couldn’t help but laugh.

Ding-dong.

As expected.

Jian Yuheng: “Haha…”

Jian Yuheng: “Ha.”

The room fell silent, with a spotlight still shining on the two omegas entering the venue.

Secretary Song carefully bent down, picking up the white ribbon trailing from Yan Ci’s sleeve. “Madam, I’ll watch my step.”

On stage, Jian Feng, who was about to give the next speech, asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jian Yuheng replied.

He needed a moment to think—he’d completely forgotten where he left off in his speech.