After the leader said, "Send it to me to read after it is completed," the situation of this matter increased. Various internal materials were sent with millions of words. Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian didn't sort them out until dinner time before roughly classifying them.
, and this is just the beginning, not even an outline.
The huge expansion of data requires that all work must be started from scratch.
When Huang Xin opened the door and came in to remind the two of them to wash their hands and eat, they saw Wang Ai nestled on the sofa, holding a copy of "Eight Crisis" by Wen Tiejun and reading it with gusto. There was also a copy of "He Xin Economics" in his hand.
"Lecture Notes". Xu Qinglian was sitting opposite, staring blankly at the mountains of information on the coffee table, floor, and desk. From time to time, she would tilt her head and scratch her little hair.
"Why doesn't this book have a cover?" Huang Xin walked up to Wang Ai and asked curiously without disturbing Xu Qinglian.
"Oh, it will be officially published in a few days." Wang Ai put down the book: "This is for the leaders to read. The leaders sent the manuscript over to encourage us."
Huang Xin took the manuscript and opened the catalog and looked through it: "What is this book about? Why was it sent?"
Wang Ai exhaled, sat on the sofa and stretched his waist: "Reconstructing the underlying logic of Chinese economics from the perspective of financial history."
"Underlying logic?" Huang Xin looked at Wang Ai in surprise: "So..."
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "We have the same approach. They are all dissatisfied with the fact that China's contemporary academic system is too Westernized and foreign-oriented. They try to explain Chinese issues from China's own perspective. They also observe in practice Western economics and
Reflection and systematic reconstruction of theory after there are many incompatible problems in China’s development.”
"Then I have to take a good look." Huang Xin sat on the sofa next to Wang Ai: "Is it deep?"
"Uh, how should I put it?" Wang Ai thought for a while: "The information is detailed, the argument is strong, and the writing is relatively popular. If you don't read it, you won't know, but after reading it, you will feel that it doesn't seem to matter, and you may even feel that
I can write as well, hehe."
"The evaluation is high enough?" Huang Xin laughed: "The only opinions that can be accepted immediately are very logical and self-consistent. So, this Professor Wen has a few ideas?"
"I don't know about other aspects, but this book has stood up. Besides, could the leader send me a parallel import?" Wang Ai smiled, thought for a while and then said: "I think the leader can specially send this manuscript to me.
I came here mainly because I understood our assumptions and thought that we, like Professor Wen, both want to talk about Chinese things in Chinese language, so we can refer to each other and draw parallels. Besides,..."
Wang Ai pointed at the mountain of information in front of him: "These materials are basically based on Western economics, and they are what we need to complete the project. This requires us to be wary of being behind the scenes when studying and sorting out these materials.
Influenced by something profound.”
Huang Xin thought and nodded solemnly: "This is like reading too many Western literary classics. Even if it is a translated version, it will inevitably be affected by Westerners' cultural thinking. Is this what you mean?"
Wang Ai clapped his hands: "It's in place, that's what I mean. I think the leader has considered it very comprehensively and has great expectations for us, so..."
"So I can't figure it out." Xu Qinglian, who was sitting opposite, suddenly spoke. Seeing both of them looking at her, she hunched over and lowered her head: "I originally just wanted to write a reading book for the cadres of my family's business, but I cautiously rose to the level of philosophy.
This level is my limit. This, let me rise to the national macro level..."
"It doesn't matter, take your time." Huang Xin comforted: "No one requires you to finish it when."
"No." Xu Qinglian shook her head: "I feel that my experience and vision are not enough, unless..."
"No!" Wang Ai suddenly said, pointing at Xu Qinglian: "You are not allowed to go to the grassroots level again!"
Xu Qinglian was stunned for a moment, and then gave Wang Ai a slap in the air in embarrassment. Then she leaned back and kicked her legs twice: "Once I eat it, I have to read at least this much, but there is too much information that I can't remember.
Even if I remember it, I can’t distinguish it. In the end, my things will be eaten by these materials and become part of these materials and become part of Western economics! I can’t handle it!”
Huang Xin frowned, casually took a bookmark and put it in "Eight Crisis" in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes and walked to Xu Qinglian: "You can make a work plan first, you have to make one, right?
?”
Xu Qinglian looked at Huang Xin, and Huang Xin laughed: "In work, we will inevitably encounter problems that seem to be extremely powerful, but no matter how powerful the problem is, it itself is dead. What we have to do is to dismantle this problem.
Dismantle it into several parts, and then set up countermeasures for each category, and use the method of moving ants to eat them bit by bit."
Speaking of this, Huang Xin touched Xu Qinglian's head lovingly and pointed to the mountain of information: "Didn't you already start today? That's good. Let's classify first. The next step is to make a reading plan, first rough reading and then detailed reading.
, sift through these materials, and extract the data and useful opinions as materials to enrich our opinions... Speaking of which, it is not much different from writing a graduation thesis?"
Xu Qinglian looked at Huang Xin seriously: "It is different from my graduation thesis. At least my graduation thesis has not been infiltrated and sublimated by these precious materials. I just decided on a topic first, drew up an outline, and then found information to stuff it in."
That’s it. From the perspective of academic progress, it’s not much better than a literature review. It’s obviously not at the same level as my assumptions and the leadership’s expectations.”
After hearing this, Huang Xin nodded silently, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and touched his chin with the other, and walked twice in the middle of the ground: "I'm afraid it will take a few years."
"But I still have to give birth to a baby!" Xu Qinglian said frustratedly: "Pregnancy, discomfort, childbirth, and breastfeeding have all passed by for several years. When I can run around, I may not be as energetic as I am now, and I will still die.
tail."
Since she had her hair cut, she probably broke through many psychological constraints in the past. Huang Xin's daily behavior has become more and more neutral. At this time, like a man, she completely ignored the funny part of Xu Qinglian's words and continued to hold her tongue.
Jaw thought: "Since you can't handle it yourself, or are worried about it, then you can ask an assistant to help you. You need someone who has a strong sense of national pride, is knowledgeable, has good economic conditions and doesn't care about salary, and has the freedom to live with you for a long time.
Let’s study and discuss together at any time... um..."
Sitting opposite the two of them, Wang Ai, who was thinking about something with a lewd smile on his face, gradually became stiff.
This chapter has been completed!