Wen Xing, she is the most inconspicuous translator at the intersection. She says "hello" every day, pours coffee for others, sits at the corner desk, and has been called here and there for three and a half years.
Until an interstellar route that had been broken for three hundred years opened in deep space.
Experts across the city were helpless and the Supreme Council met all night long. And she was the only one who understood that sentence.
Some people say: As a translator, don't think too much.
Some people say: She knows too much and should keep quiet.
Some people said: She is not qualified to serve.
Later, her name was printed on the Supreme Pass.
The star map was redrawn for her. Hanglu listened to her.
People who once looked down on her lined up to ask, "What do you mean?"
She put down the coffee cup and smiled:
"I am speaking now. You translate for me."
There is no male protagonist, no female rivalry, and an interstellar plot of machinations.
How does a translator, who is regarded as a consumable in the interstellar order, use language and information to leverage power step by step, from "the least important person" to "the person who can least die", and finally formulates new rules of the game with his own hands.
