Great leaders are called Confucian officials. Confucianism is the Confucian scholar's Confucianism, and he is praised for his learning and cultivation. But this Confucianism is also related to elegance. The big leader is an elegant man, and talking to him always makes people feel like they are trapped in the spring breeze.
Then he said, damn good.
That means it’s really good.
But if a Confucian official is forced to do this, his mood may be a little more complicated.
This "fuck" may not be a "fuck" that expresses admiration and admiration; it is certainly not a "fuck" that is weird and indignant.
There is something both angry and funny about this "fuck". It's like asking you to stir-fry organic cauliflower, and it sounds like you're participating in a math competition. As a result, I even won a prize.
If you want to say praise, it didn’t fulfill the leadership’s intention; if you want to say criticism, it’s quite rare to win an award. He said it helplessly, praised it funny, and said thousands of words, and finally merged into an emotionally charged "fuck".
This is probably the mood of the leader.
However, this is the "fuck" that was paraphrased from this sentence. It is the most beautiful sentence that Wang Zixu has ever heard in his life.
Wang Zixu doesn’t like to look back, he’s not old enough yet. But if he had to look back at the past at this point in his life, in his thirty years of life, no one had ever praised his literary qualities in front of him.
His father is a rough man and likes to force him to run. He always cries while running. Whenever Wang Zixu wrote something and showed it to him, he would just throw it aside and say, "Why are you writing this shit? I don't understand it."
His father is a dualistic materialist. He divides the world into only two categories, the conscious ones are "dick things" and the material ones are "dick things." These two ways of classification run through Wang Zixu's entire childhood.
The disadvantage of dualism is that it can easily make people stupid. Not making yourself stupid, but making the people around you stupid. For a long time, Wang Zixu never escaped from the nightmare of "pussy stuff".
When he entered high school, his father always whispered in his ears that liberal arts were of no use, and studying science was king. What was the use of writing well, no matter how good he was? Can you still expect to make money writing essays? So he studied science.
When he applied for a major in college, he originally wanted to be tough and get himself a literature major, but his father forced him to change his major to engineering.
As he gets older, Wang Zixu realizes earlier than others that he will never get what he wants. He is gradually drifting away from the literature he likes. If he hadn't insisted on going his own way, the proportion of literature in his life would have returned to zero.
There is no destined misfortune in this world, only persistence that refuses to let go. So he suffers.
Over the years, the only thing he has written that has received recognition is Wen Ming. He almost thought that he was not born suitable for literature. Who would have thought that just when he was about to despair, his life would take a turn for the worse.
So when he heard the big leader’s words “fuck”, not only did he not feel harsh, but he also felt more cordial than ever before. This is the so-called "one word of praise, honor to Huagong".
Director Mei said: "Zizixu, Wang Zixu, yesterday I was gambling on books and drinking at the banquet, and today I am writing poems in danger in the government office. Overnight, everyone in Xihe knows you!"
Wang Zixu raised his head, pressed his lips tightly, and worked every muscle on his face, but Ning Chunyan's voice came to his ears: "What? Are you Wang Zixu?"
Shen Qingfeng lost his voice and said: "What? Is he that Cai Ming brother?"
Mei Rucheng said: "What Cai Ming?"
Ning Chunyan asked: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"
Shen Qingfeng said: "No wonder I said you Cai Mingge, and you still complained about it."
Section Chief Liu asked: "Did you just talk about this?"
Chen Bin said: "What's the matter?"
Section Chief Liu said: "You Don’t know? "
Ning Chunyan said: "Did you do it on purpose? You made me make a big fool of myself!"
For a while, everyone was talking. Noisy means lively, but this liveliness does not belong to Wang Zixu.
“Okay, okay, stop arguing and let’s get down to business.”
Mei Rucheng spoke, and the entire office fell silent.
He looked at Wang Zixu with a smile and said: "Zizixu, why do you think I want you to come over?"
Things finally returned to the original intention of Wang Zixu when he came here in the morning. He had countless guesses in his heart, but he did not dare to say them out. He could only shake his head uneasily and at the same time with some expectation.
Mei Rucheng smiled and said: "I called you here to see how you are doing. If you are suitable, I will transfer you to our policy research office. But before you come, you have made a contribution and made us make a fool of ourselves in front of you. Zizixu, you make us all lose face!"
After listening, Wang Zixu showed an undisguised expression of disappointment on his face.
Mei Rucheng did not notice the change in his expression, and continued: "I usually don't say so much to people in other units, and they won't ask you to help revise the manuscript unreasonably. Allowing you to touch the manuscript means treating you as one of my own. So, of course you have passed the test."
He Seeing that Wang Zixu had not spoken for a long time, he thought he was too excited and had not recovered. He further said: "You Gouju is my apprentice. I want to ask him for someone, and it is just a matter of one sentence. How about it? What is your intention?"
Mei Rucheng said: "What does it matter? When you come here, you will be my closed disciple, and Section Chief Liu, we will teach you step by step! With such a good foundation, you will definitely become a powerful writer in our city soon."
Wang Zixu's mouth was a little dry: "But, I am just a business editor ..."
Mei Rucheng said: "If you are promoted to deputy department, you can change your status. We will transfer you here first. After three or five years, when you are familiar with it, you will mention it to him and then we will go through the process."
Wang Zixu was silent.
In fact, before he came, his mind was filled with his literary dreams. For example, could Director Mei want to use his connections in the cultural world to introduce himself to "Xihe Literature and Art"?
In the end, he got a realistic answer - yes, the government office called someone from an outside unit over for no reason. What else could it be other than a transfer?
抽调就是上级单位把下级单位的人要过去，不给名分，先白嫖。 They all work as cattle and horses.
Of course, if the platform is higher, there will be some hidden benefits. But Prince Xu Zhi is not here.
Although changing one’s identity sounds like a wonderful opportunity, if his wife found out about it, she would definitely cry and yell for Wang Zixu to hurry up. But Wang Zixu knew that the opportunity was just an opportunity.
In his past life, he had been missed by the word "opportunity" for too long. He no longer believes in official career. The only opportunity he is willing to pursue now is the 50 opportunities of the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Wang Zixu asked: "Director Mei, can I ask a question?"
Director Mei said: "You ask."
"Can I sign my name when writing materials in the laboratory?"
Director Mei looked around in surprise and couldn't help laughing: "What is this question? How can you sign your own name?"
Section Chief Liu said: "The materials you wrote are all collective creations, and the signature must be the name of the department leader."
Wang Zixu bowed. , said: "Thank you, Director Mei, for the invitation, but I still want to write something that can be signed with my name."
Director Mei's expression changed: "Are you serious that you can't come? Have you thought it through?"
"Yes. I have thought about it clearly."
Director Mei raised his voice: "Don't look at you, you have been in the limelight these two days. In two days, no one will know who you are. This opportunity is rare. If you refuse this time, I will not come here to invite you."
Wang Zixu said: "I have already decided."
Section Chief Liu said: "Brother Wang, Please think about it later. If you refuse because you can't sign, it's too... naive. Writing materials is a lonely thing. Without obscurity for ten years, how can you see the moonlight after the clouds clear?
After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Excuse me, leader, for bothering me. I'll go back first."
After Wang Zixu left, Director Mei was silent for a while and threw the manuscript paper on the table.
Section Chief Liu forced a smile and said: "Xiao Wang is still a bit arrogant as a scholar, and may not be suitable for officialdom."
Mei Rucheng's face was very ugly: "What kind of arrogant scholar is it? To be arrogant, he worked so hard on revising and writing. Poetry, isn't it just trying to express yourself?"
Chief Liu said: "Maybe he is born with a warm heart?"
Mei Rucheng said: "Fart."
He lit up a cigarette and shook his head: "I really don't know what he thinks."
He threw the manuscript paper to Section Chief Liu and said, "Since he won't come, you can only go to him with the manuscript and ask him to turn the live meeting into a press release and send it to the TV station."
Section Chief Liu was surprised: "Why do you want him to write the press release?"
< br>Director Mei said: "When he was here just now, I was afraid that he would raise his tail and didn't tell him. The big boss praised him more than once. He named him and asked him to write it."
After saying that, he sighed and said: "What a good candidate for writing material, but he has to engage in illusory literature. Isn't this a waste of his talent?"
……
When Wang Zixu walked out of the government building, he felt extremely relaxed and did not feel at all that he had wasted a good opportunity.
But thinking of Director Mei, he still sighed in his heart, what a gifted person, with a natural sensitivity to words, and such good writing skills, but he only stayed at his desk to help the leader write materials, and failed to leave any spiritual wealth to mankind. Isn't this a waste of his talents?
Wang Zixu walked towards home.