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After a brief break, everyone gradually returned to the meeting room.
A few pairs of eyes met in silence. In the end, it was the Art Lead who couldn’t hold it in first.
She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, tone full of exhaustion.
"...No."
"Why is there only one again?"
Everyone’s gaze fell on the Technical Crew.
He was carrying a laptop bag on his back, still holding a charging cable.
After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice.
"...They’ll probably be here in a bit."
The Screenwriter was slumped deep in his chair, covering his face, voice muffled in his hands.
"...I don’t think I can take much more of this."
In the end, it was the Manager who opened his notebook and stepped in to hold situation together.
"Since we’re still waiting, I’ll go over current situation first."
The Director rubbed his brow and nodded.
"Thanks."
The Manager nodded, then looked down and flipped through his prepared notes.
"About translation issue earlier in this meeting, our main responsibility is semantic review."
"We don’t need to recreate content from scratch."
He looked up at everyone.
"Simply put, we’ll first receive an English version, along with a corresponding literal Chinese translation."
The Screenwriter’s tense shoulders eased slightly.
"...That’s... good news, I guess..."
The Art Lead’s brows immediately furrowed.
"Wait."
"Who’s handling literal Chinese translation?"
The Technical Crew silently raised a hand.
"It’s the Node Service Provider."
The Director froze.
"That web company that dropped from the sky?"
"They even include that kind of service?"
The Technical Crew gave a wry smile and leaned back in his chair.
"At first, I just wanted to ask how to make official site bilingual."
He scratched his head.
"But they got really enthusiastic and joined the conversation..."
He paused, then spread his hands in resignation.
"And then it turned into this."
The Manager looked down and flipped through records.
"So bilingual version of official site is managed separately?"
The Technical Crew nodded.
"Yes."
He gestured in the air.
"Updates aren’t synchronized, so we manage them separately."
"But it’s still under same domain, with English section labeled 'en'."
After a pause, he added:
"Because the Boss doesn’t want to spend money on a new domain."
The Director nodded thoughtfully.
"So that’s how it is."
The Screenwriter looked at the Technical Crew with a complicated expression.
"Don’t you feel like something is off?"
Then, with a pained expression, pointed at him.
"You were originally proper film production tech, you know!"
The Technical Crew’s nose stung slightly, eyes turning faintly red.
"...Ugh..."
He raised a hand to cover his mouth.
"Only you still remember what my original job was..."
The Art Lead immediately jumped in, tone equally in despair.
"We were originally in production too!"
She pointed at herself, then at documents on the table.
"And now we’re discussing translation!"
The moment those words fell, silence filled room.
Every face carried an indescribable sadness.
Before long, discussion rose again, one after another.
And right in the middle of overlapping voices—
door was pushed open.
The Boss had an overly bright smile on his face.
"Sorry, sorry—I kept you waiting."
He clapped his hands, tone so light it felt completely unaware of atmosphere.
"I’ll just go to the bathroom first. We’ll start after I come back!"
The Art Lead looked up at him.
"...Don’t smile at us like that."
The Boss paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha~"
That laughter drained the last bit of strength out of the Screenwriter.
He slowly stood up, expression numb.
"...I’ll go to the bathroom."
Without looking back, he walked out.
In an instant, meeting room was empty again.
Only the Boss and the Marketing Department remained at doorway, both equally silent.
They exchanged a glance.
The Marketing Department asked softly:
"...Did they go to the bathroom?"
The Boss looked at the empty room and fell silent for a moment.
"...Probably?"
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