Chapter 277: No Ambition?

"Nan Nan is back?" Yun Fei had also just entered the house and happened to see An Yinan pushing the door open.

An Yinan waved her hand and said listlessly, "Big Uncle."

"What have you been up to? Why are you so exhausted?" Yun Fei asked with a smile.

An Yinan sighed, "Classified mission, cannot say, cannot say."

Hearing her say this, Yun Fei understood!

It must be that the Compilation Bureau had issued another task.

"You need to get some rest," Yun Fei urged.

An Yinan nodded, "I know, don't worry."

"Have a little more to eat? Your Big Aunt made porridge with chicken soup. I was wondering why there was so much today; it seems it was prepared for you," Yun Fei said with a smile.

An Yinan waved her hand, "I won't eat anymore. I already ate outside, and now I just want to sleep."

"Go upstairs and rest quickly; no need to stay here and talk to me," Yun Fei said, feeling a pang of heartache as he looked at the exhaustion in her eyes.

An Yinan said goodnight to Yun Fei, then went upstairs, washed up a little, curled up in bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Day after day, more than twenty days passed just like that. Even during the New Year, apart from taking half a day to pay New Year visits, she devoted all her time entirely to translation.

"Teacher An, you've worked hard." Professor Zhang had also been exhausted these past few days, but compared to Teacher An, it was insignificant.

An Yinan rubbed her wrists, truly afraid of getting tendonitis later on; there were too many things that required her to use her wrists every day.

"Professor Zhang has also worked hard. We have finally fulfilled our mission," An Yinan smiled.

Indeed, over these past few days, everyone had been afraid of getting stuck at the translation stage, but no one expected An Yinan's translation speed to be so fast, and with one hundred percent accuracy, leaving the proofreaders at the Compilation Bureau feeling quite hopeless.

If one were to ask who the Compilation Bureau proofreaders liked the most, it would definitely be An Yinan.

But if one were to ask who the Compilation Bureau proofreaders disliked the most, it would also definitely be An Yinan.

An Yinan's accuracy rate was always one hundred percent, which made things very easy for the proofreaders.

However, proofreaders got paid for finding errors; since An Yinan's manuscripts were all correct, the bonuses they received were significantly less.

An Yinan walked out of Qingmu University, followed by Yun Shu and Yun Mo.

Yun Mo had originally gone to the Military to report for duty, but since the intensity of the mission on An Yinan's side was relatively high, Yun Mo volunteered to come over and deliver food to them, saving An Yinan the time of going to the cafeteria, and it was also convenient to use one of their own.

"The weather is really nice today." An Yinan looked at the gloomy sky and the bare trees; everything was good.

It could be said that the mission was accomplished, and she felt light and relaxed.

It was quite early when she returned to the Yun Family; these days she had been leaving early and returning late.

"Nan Nan is back?" Liu Xicai asked in surprise.

An Yinan rubbed her brow wearily, still squeezing out a smile, "Yes, the mission is complete. I want to sleep for three days and three nights."

Liu Xicai felt extreme heartache. She had been stewing soups and broths every day, yet the child was still losing weight at a visible rate.

"Sleep as much as you want, sleep for as many days as you like," Liu Xicai said.

"The kitchen is keeping some black-bone chicken soup warm. Will you drink a few mouthfuls before you go to sleep?"

An Yinan could not bear to refuse her Big Aunt's kindness, so she endured her exhaustion and nodded.

When she was on a mission, she was like an engine that did not know how to stop.

But once the mission was completed, she felt herself being swallowed by exhaustion; her whole body had no strength, and her head felt muddled.

Liu Xicai quickly ladled out a bowl and handed it to An Yinan. The temperature of the soup was not high, just right for drinking.

"Big Aunt, don't call me for dinner. If I'm hungry, I'll come down and make something myself," An Yinan instructed.

Liu Xicai quickly agreed, "Alright."

An Yinan went upstairs under everyone's gaze. After returning to her room, she first heated up some steamed buns in her space, then filled her stomach with the buns and cold dishes. After a simple wash, she went straight back to her room and lay on the bed.

Intellectual work is actually not easy. It looks like one is just sitting there, but the brain is constantly thinking and turning; it is a kind of mental exhaustion.

"Nan Nan is too tired like this. Xicai, you still need to stew more soup to nourish her," the old lady sighed.

Liu Xicai agreed, "Mom, I have already prepared it."

An Yinan had originally wanted to sleep for three days and three nights, but the next morning, she got up, practiced the Eight Brocades twice, and felt as if she had come back to life.

"Didn't you want to sleep for three days and three nights?" Grandmother teased.

An Yinan said with a grin, "Grandmother, that was an exaggeration. Who could sleep that long?"

Although she was still a little tired now, her mental state was much better.

Over at Qingmu University, translation, proofreading, typesetting, review, and printing were all happening simultaneously.

Fang Hong arrived at the Yun Family in the morning.

"Second Aunt," An Yinan called out.

Fang Hong looked at her and said, "You've worked hard."

It seemed like she had a rest every day these past few days, but the work intensity was very high. She started promptly at 7:30 every day and didn't leave until after 10:00 at night, and she had persisted like this for more than twenty days.

An Yinan shook her head, "I suppose I didn't bring shame to our Compilation Bureau."

Fang Hong nodded affirmatively!

Bringing shame was impossible; it was just that her efficiency was so fast that it had scared that group of people at Qingmu University.

After hearing what Fang Hong said, An Yinan rubbed her brow and said softly, "Then I'll try to be slower next time."

This one sentence left Fang Hong between laughter and tears.

"This is the settled payment, plus the subsidy, and the emergency mission bonus from the Compilation Bureau." Fang Hong handed two envelopes to An Yinan.

An Yinan felt the thickness and said in surprise, "So much?"

Fang Hong nodded, "Mechanical translation materials are already more numerous than others, and given your accuracy and seniority, the rate per word is not cheap."

"However, this time the expenses are paid by the Ministry of Education and the major universities. You should keep it well," Fang Hong explained.

Mechanical translation materials were the most important, and personnel were very scarce. An Yinan was a top-level classified translator; the translation fee itself was expensive, and when added to the mechanical translation subsidy and the emergency mission bonus, all this money together actually amounted to over six thousand yuan.

I'm just saying, this money seems enough to buy a courtyard house.

Right, speaking of courtyard houses.

Wu Youzhi had long since contacted An Yinan, but An Yinan had joined an emergency mission and had no time to look at houses these past few days; although she had told Wu Youzhi the news, Wu Youzhi was still feeling uneasy, as An Yinan's age was there, after all.

An Yinan rested for another day before taking Yun Shu and Yun Mo directly to the Housing Management Bureau.

"Lacking ambition, Dazhi, are you saying that little girl is just stringing you along? Tsk~ did you really think you'd run into a god of wealth?" That annoying woman's voice drifted out from the office just like that.

Although Wu Youzhi's expression was displeased, his heart was also settled; no matter what, he was very grateful to An Yinan.

After all, he had closed two deals this month and could already stay at the Housing Management Bureau.