Had an absurdly interesting meeting just now.
It took me a good few minutes before I realized two things; I’m the soul non-Chinese here and this entire meeting is in Chinese.
The thoughts was running through my mind, speak, no speak, enlighten them of this preserved information or just sit back and enjoy this conversation. After all it was the revised presentation from yesterday so this could be a splendid chance to catch some Chinese before I leave.
I abruptly decided to at least make them aware of this, and feel a slice of shame, so without notice I spoke, and liberally educated them of the lack of a 'swoosh' on one of the frames.
Fan kindly replied in English and the meeting cleanly carried on in Chinese.
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