Then he knew that just when Wang Wuliang was confused, Xue Xiang turned to the topic: "Secretary Jia, Secretary Liu, please deal with me and Deputy Secretary Wang seriously. Deputy Secretary Wang is an old comrade, and he is indeed a high-end style. I, a young comrade, have also been deeply educated and moved."

Wang Wuliang said anxiously: "Dispose you, why are you involved in me? Why are you so unreasonable, you little comrade!"

Xue Xiang said: "Deputy Secretary Wang, I think the organization should treat the wrong behavior of party members equally. You can't treat it differently just because you have a high level, right? If I remember correctly, you seemed to have interrupted when Secretary Jia spoke."

when!

Wang Wuliang stood there on the spot!

"After meeting!"

Jia Quanheng glanced at Xue Xiang and Wang Wuliang, angrily spit out these two words, and left.

Today, Xue Xiang was trying hard to sacrifice his life. He seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was also seriously injured in his vitality.

Although Wang Wuliang was provoked by the whole storm, Xue Xiang was just passively responding to the challenge, but he played an inauspicious role, especially his verbal battles, which gave everyone the impression of being sharp-tongued and clever, and not thinking how clever he was or how eloquent he was. Because this is the officialdom, it is not like other places. The officialdom pays the most attention to the distinction between integrity and dignity, and the difference between superiors and inferiors. You can tell the difference between your boss, provided that you have enough strength and are separated in the dark.

But Xue quarreled with a subordinate and a boss, and even designed a clever trap, and the whole image was very disgraceful.

Of course, before Xue Xiang got up, he had considered the above consequences very clearly. He knew that he would be a situation where both sides suffered losses, but if he didn't stand up, he would definitely be defeated. Because of Wang Wuliang's criticism, he could almost guess the fact that he was not far away, but he was just promoting corrupt ideas, polluting campus atmosphere, promoting petty bourgeois sentiments, etc., although these crimes of being abusive are no longer popular, Wang Wuliang naturally has an advantage in political correctness. After all, the field of propaganda has not completely broken the ice, and Xue Xiang's revision of "Three Leaf Crocodile" is a bit out of place.

Therefore, if he does not take the initiative, he will be captured by Wang Wuliang in court!

However, Xue Xiangdao revised "Three Leaf Crocodile" naturally had his own reason, and it was not entirely to raise funds. He sent the year to the Propaganda Department, and there was a trace of literary and artistic thoughts that were still alive. In his previous life, he was a standard literary youth, and he missed the era known as the Renaissance of the Republic in the 1980s. In his heart, he hoped that his butterfly flapping his wings would make the Renaissance come early, even one day earlier.

Who would have thought that Xue Xiang’s wish was beautiful, but the result was cruel.

The sensation caused by "Three Leaf Crocodile" was just a wave caused by the sea. It calmed down soon. The major publicity fields and publishing media did not follow the trend. After all, the huge impact caused by the trend a year ago was still fresh in the memory of the big guys who were eating publicity meals. The publicity mouth was extremely tight, so it would rain randomly when there was no wind on it.

Before the Renaissance was waiting, the letter of order was ordered to review him. He asked him to be asked to review him. In the end, Wang Wuliang was not something that Xue Xiang could do with just a few words. Now, the next day after the meeting, the person jumped up and down and got the letter of order. Although the small review was not considered an administrative penalty and could not hurt Xue Xiang's fur, he asked him to recover his face. However, when Xue Xiang received the letter of order, he was not depressed, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

In his opinion, this letter of order seemed to be favored by the organization. Originally, within the party, the following taboos were the following. He, Mr. Xue, had just been on the party for half a year before he was discharged. If he had to take any administrative punishment, it might become a stain.

Just like that, Wang Wuliang let out a small sigh for a moment, Xue Xiangda breathed a sigh of relief, and the storm barely calmed down!

Although the storm has subsided, Xue Xiang has not been idle because the annual Spring Festival has arrived! And this year's Spring Festival, Xue Xiang's soul-walking person knows that it is extremely unusual, because January 28th is New Year's Eve and February 17th is the day when the Battle of the South broke out.

Xue Xiang's uncle Xue Anyuan, master Gu Changdao, brother Kang Tong, and Li Hongjun, Sun Qianjin, who had received the news, and Liu Yuanchao, who was divided into the 24th Army, have all advanced to southern Xinjiang. As well, Xu Zigan, who was newly appointed to Miaojiang and took on the operational tasks, calculated carefully that most of the people Xue Xiang's concerns in this life are related to this battle of the Southern Expedition, so how could he celebrate the New Year with peace of mind?

Xue Xiang was uneasy, but he did not reveal it. After all, the three younger brothers and sisters still had to celebrate the New Year happily.

On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xue Xiang arranged the finishing work of the propaganda department and participated in a secretary's office meeting, and the holiday was completely on. In the afternoon, he got off a motorcycle and went to Ding Weidong to bring back the early New Year's goods, and as usual to those who were to be sent to the previous year. Because Liu Ying'er accompanied Dabao to treat his illness on Hong Kong Island, only the old man Liu, Liu's mother and Liu Fufeng were left. Xue Xiang felt ashamed of Liu Ying'er, and the New Year's goods were sent very rich, and he even wanted to make a black and white TV to relieve his boredom of the old Liu's family. At night, he was dragged by Liu's mother for dinner and had to go home.

When I got home, it was already six:30 in the evening. Because Xue Lin had not returned to Lingnan, the Xue family's house was at home at this moment.

As soon as Xue Xiang stepped into the door, the little white tiger thorn wrapped in the little guy's arms slid over, kicked Xue Xiang gently and stood on his shoulder.

In the main hall, the TV was placed. The three little girls leaned against the sofa, and there was a basin of charcoal fire in front of the sofa. There was a standing stool between the charcoal fire and the sofa. On the stool was a wide fruit tray. In the fruit tray, there were a bunch of red, yellow, blue and green snacks. It was really busy for a while, and Xue Xiang was rarely close to the third little girl. So he stepped a few big steps to the edge of the sofa, picked up the little guy, took her place, put her in his arms, took a plum blossom, peeled it, handed it over, and was taken into his mouth by the little guy.

"Come on, stop watching TV first, report on the test results. Good exams will be awarded, and poor exams will be punished."

Xue Xiangyi talked about the test results. The little guy who had been struggling in his arms before became honest immediately. He stumbled and jumped out of his arms. He turned around and wanted to run away, but was taken down by Xue Xiangyi, who was already prepared.

The little guy fell into the claws, twisted his face and pretended to be smiling: "What are you doing? Are you going to get the transcript?"

The little guy is very smart and doesn't write drafts when he tells lies. Before Xue Xiang asks questions, Xiao Yi, who is stuffing potato chips into his mouth, immediately jumps out and reveals: "Brother, don't trust her. She has two exams in total, one in Chinese and one in mathematics. How can I read the transcript? I remember it. Chinese scores 68 and math scores 32, which is a mess."

After being exposed, the little guy's mouth immediately turned into an oil bottle, raised high, staring at Xiaoyi, trying to expose him, but when he thought about Xiaoyi's score of more than 80 on his transcript, he immediately lost his mind.

Xue Xiang was really shocked when Xiaoyi talked about the little guy's score. He was really careless as the big brother. The little guy is almost eight years old now and is about to enter the second grade. He didn't know much about her study status. He only remembered that when he was sent to kindergarten, the little guy got a big red flower and got the best position. He thought she had always been so outstanding, but he didn't know that he was so good.

Xue Xiang did not rush to scold the little guy, but then asked Xiaowan and Xiaoyi's grades. The results of these two were both good news, which gave Xue Xiang a lot of comfort. Especially Xiaowan, who is now in the first year of high school, has even gotten admitted to the Affiliated High School of Beijing University as he wished. He was still among the top in the Affiliated High School of Beijing University, which is very pleased. Although Xiaoyi's grades were slightly inferior, they were far beyond the qualifications. A boy who loves to make trouble, it was already very satisfying to be able to do this.

Only the little guys, these sixty-eight and thirty-two, especially these thirty-two, are annoying.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Xue Xiang rarely looked at the little guy.

The little guy is two years older, but he is still arrogant to Xue Xiangjiao. Only when Xue Xiangguan is studying, he is extremely obedient, "That, that question is too difficult, I can't even know how to do it?"

The little guy's nonsense answer almost made Xue Xiang, who had finally tightened his face, collapsed, "Why is the question difficult?"

"It's hard for the teacher!" The little guy answered with confidence.

Xue Xiang held on this side, but Xiaowan and Xiaoyi burst out and laughed out loud.

"Then are everyone else's thirty-two points?" Xue Xiang got the right way to ask questions this time.

The little guy raised his smile and collapsed: "One of them is in their fifties, the other is in their twenty, and I, everyone else has passed the exam."

"Oh!" Xue Xiang sighed deeply, and there was no more words.

When the little guy heard Xue Xiang sigh, his little face suddenly tightened and turned around and walked towards the room.

"What are you doing?" Xue Xiangdaqi.

"I won't watch TV, read books, I'll be sure to pass the exam next time." The little guy shook his hand without looking back and went straight. The little guy didn't say anything because he was very careful and didn't want to hear his elder brother sigh.

Xue Xiang smiled bitterly, but did not stop her. It is always a good thing to be brave after knowing shame.

As soon as the little guy went here, the TV screen suddenly changed and a piece of familiar and pleasant music came out. It turned out that the news broadcast had begun.

These days, because of concern for the Battle of the Battle of the South, Xue Xiang was extremely concerned about the news broadcast. Seeing that the program began, he was not in a hurry to go to the room to tutor the little guys and quietly watched TV.

The whole show was so thirty minutes that Xue Xiang was obsessed with it, but she felt that the moment of a flash of effort was over. There was a news about the thirty minutes of news that Xue Xiang was extremely concerned about. One was an editorial of the People's Daily that the female anchor read through, "Our patience is limited", and the other was the prospects and development of Sino-US relations.
Chapter completed!