"Who asked you to speculate on the leader's thoughts? Who told you to speculate on the leader's thoughts like that?"
Hearing Mei Rucheng's words, Wang Zixu felt as if he was opening a freezer in the summer, and his heart dropped.
Mei Rucheng pressed his hands on the table, staring at Wang Zixu with a pair of wrinkled eyes, his eyes sharp.
Power can sharpen murderous intent. Mei Rucheng had held power for decades, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. Wang Zixu did not dare to look at him.
Mei Rucheng suddenly slammed the table: "Speak? Who told you?"
A paper clip fell to the floor, jingling, and the sound echoed in the office.
Section Chief Liu was sweating on his head, Shen Qingfeng put his hands in his pockets and sneered, Ning Chunyan stood aside with his arms folded, looking left and right with interest.
She didn’t know what happened, but she was a little gloating.
Who asked him to yell at others?
Wang Zixu whispered: "No one told me, I thought about it myself."
"Oh." Mei Rucheng nodded slowly, "You thought about it yourself."
He paused for a few seconds, and then said:
"Comrade Wang, in administration, the easiest way to excel is to figure out the superiors' intentions; the easiest way to make mistakes is to figure out the superiors' intentions.
"Swallows never return to spring, green trees are overcast in summer, red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn, lying down to watch plum blossoms in winter, what do you think when you see these four sentences?"
Wang Zixu said: "I just thought that these four sentences are fragments and incomplete."
Mei Rucheng turned to look at Ning Chunyan: "Xiaochun, what do you think?"
Ning Chunyan was stunned and said blankly: "Huh?"
She didn't expect that she would have her own business here.
Mei Rucheng took out a piece of paper, rolled it out and put it on the table. On the paper were the four sentences:
Swallows never return to spring
Green trees are shaded in summer
Red leaves, yellow flowers in autumn
Lying down and watching plum blossoms in winter
"Spring, summer, autumn and winter." Ning Chunyan came over to look, " It’s quite neat, but it’s really all broken sentences. ” Mei Rucheng said: “What poem is the first sentence? ”
Ning Chun Banquet. Said: "It's Dai Shulun's song, right? How do you memorize it? It's misty rain and apricot flowers are cold in Yiting?"
"Where's the second song?"
""Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"."
"The third song."
"I don't know."
Mei Rucheng glanced at Wang Zixu: "Tell her."
Wang Zixu said: "Autumn is in chaos with red leaves, yellow flowers, and white fish and purple crabs. You must remember Su Shi's name. It's a long name and I forgot it."
Mei Rucheng's story Zuo was surprised: "You can still forget? I thought you had a photographic memory!"
The prince sweated: "No, I don't have a photographic memory..."
Ning Chunyan blinked, her dark eyes staring at him, feeling the challenge.
Mei Rucheng waved the manuscript paper in his hand and said, "I heard that you wrote these three sentences from memory. Didn't you check them online?"
Wang Zixu said: "No."
"These poems spanned the Tang and Song Dynasties, can you remember them all?"
"The leader also remembers them."
Mei Rucheng nodded and stared at him, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Xiaochun, look at the fourth sentence again." Mei Rucheng said.
Ning Chunyan came over to take a look: "Lying and watching the plum blossoms in winter, the moon is white, and I wonder if the snow is all over the village in front of me..."
"Who wrote this?"
Ning Chunyan shook his head: "Excuse my ignorance."
Mei Rucheng looked at Wang Zixu: "Who wrote this?"
Wang Zixu whispered: "I wrote it..."
"Did you write it before?"
"I just wrote it."
"Just half of the poem?"
"Only half of the poem."
Mei Rucheng finally smiled, as if a dark cloud was pressing over the city, a gust of breeze blew in, and the clouds suddenly disappeared.
Ning Chunyan recited it silently twice more and looked up at Wang Zixu: "Did you really write it? It's not bad."
Wang Zixu lowered his head: "Just average."
He was not being modest. When he said it was average, it was really average.
It takes no more than 30 seconds in total. How good a poem can you write?
Mei Rucheng looked at Wang Zixu with a smile but not a smile:
"Why do you think the first three sentences are all quoted from ancient poems, but only the fourth sentence is different. Why do you think it is?"
Wang Zixu said: "I... never thought about it."
“Do you think the leader really intends to let us complete this poem ourselves?”
“...I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you think about it?”
“It was too late to think about it.”
"You didn't have time to think about these questions, but you had time to think of a poem and then write it down?"
Wang Zixu felt a little embarrassed - this was indeed a question Mei Rucheng asked.
Wang Zixu said: "I feel that it is relatively simple to complete this poem."
Mei Rucheng's expression was a bit strange.
Not only Mei Rucheng’s expression was a bit strange, but also the expressions of everyone present were a bit strange.
Their eyes seemed to ask: Is it simple?
So Wang Zixu added: “It’s easier than trying to figure out the leader’s intentions.”
"Comrade Xiao Wang." Mei Rucheng said, "I admit that you are more talented. However, as I said just now, in administration, the most difficult thing is to figure out the superior's intention.
"When writing official documents, you must take the leadership's intention as the absolute baseline, and be careful not to express yourself without authorization. If you are not careful, you will take great risks. This risk is political risk.
"You have never worked in this unit, and you do not understand the leader's thinking. You have not been responsible for drafting the leader's past articles. How do you know whether the leader is satisfied with what you have written?"
After a pause, Mei Rucheng lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Do you know why I said this?"
Before Wang Zixu could answer, he turned around, opened the bookcase behind him, searched for a while, and found a copy of "Xihe Literature and Art" from inside. He threw it on the table, turned to the title page, pointed at the paper and said, "Come and read it yourself."
Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan came over at the same time.
There is a small poem on the title page. Where Mei Rucheng points her finger, there is a slightly familiar sentence:
I lie down and watch the plum blossoms disappear in winter, and the green mountain road is filled with fragrance in the daytime.
And in the author’s line, what is written is the big leader’s own name.
“Lie down and watch the plum blossoms sell out in the winter snow, and the green mountain roads are filled with fragrance in the daytime.” Ning Chunyan raised his head, “Is this written by the leader himself?”
"Yes. This is a short poem that the leader was invited to publish in "Xihe Literature and Art" when he first took office. As soon as it was published, it caused a sensation and has been sung locally for a long time."
“So, the phrase ‘lying down and watching plum blossoms in winter’ is actually quoted from his own poem?”
“Yes. He handed me the note directly. Because Because I know this poem, he also knows that I know it. I thought Xiao Liu also knew it, but I didn’t know that he didn’t know it. “So,” Ning Chunyan said, “They didn’t check it. When I came to the leader’s poem, I simply filled in the half of the poem and handed it over to the leader, right? ” Mei Rucheng puffed out a puff of smoke, his face filled with mist.
“Yes.”
You can feel his speechlessness even without looking at his expression.
Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and laughed.
"What is this called? This is a typical example of being smart but being misled by your cleverness. Being too smart turns you into being a smartass."
Ning Chunyan’s watery eyes He looked at Wang Zixu, his black eyes dancing with joyful light: "If you were just a little stupid and asked, you wouldn't have to write half a poem by yourself."
Wang Zixu was sweating profusely.
He felt stupid all over. Like a burning trash can.
Ning Chunyan asked: "What did the leader say? Did he criticize you?"
Mei Rucheng glared and said: "If I criticized you, how could I be so relaxed and chatting with you here?"
The prince thought, it turned out that this was just chatting and talking.
Ning Chunyan asked: "Then what did the leader think of the poem he wrote?"
"The leader said," Mei Rucheng took a puff of cigarette, "the writing is damn good."