Director Huang is sitting next to his desk. There is a small magnetic blackboard standing next to it. There are several pages of manuscripts clamped on it with magnet blocks, arranged in order, as neatly as soldiers lining up.
"...The air is filled with a choking smell..."
Director Huang looked at the manuscript and murmured to himself.
After reading this, I stopped.
He tilted his head and thought for a long time, marked this sentence with the red soldier, then turned his eyes back to the computer screen in front of him, found this sentence, and changed it.
Then I read it again.
"...The narrow tunnel is filled with a pungent smell..."
After reading it three times in a row, he showed a happy smile and continued reading.
This is a special habit of Huang Xianjin.
He doesn't like to proofread and revise on the computer. He likes to finish a manuscript in one go, print it out and stick it on the small blackboard next to his desk, and then read it while reading it, with great emotion and immersion.
In his view, every reader actually reads the text in his mind, even if he does not make a sound.
Therefore, only by reading it to yourself can you know how to choose words and make sentences that are more appealing.
Read, read, read, you must read to be able to read the book.
This is a little trick of Huang Xianjin's. He thinks it is an important reason why he can write well.
When I read the third page, Xiao Tu suddenly came in.
"Director Huang."
Huang Xianxian was intoxicated with his mindfulness. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by Xiao Tu. He was startled. He turned around and looked at Xiao Tu with a sullen expression on his face and said, "I mean, Xiao Tu, can you knock on the door next time?"
Calling someone? I almost got out of my body when you called me out like that!"
"I'm sorry..."
Xiao Tu responded with his mouth, but he was very unhappy in his heart.
The problem...is really...
It's not an independent office. There are six people in this office, including Director Huang. What kind of door is this big office knocking on?
Pretentious!
I thought so in my heart, but I still said very politely: "Director Huang, the director asked you to come over."
"Director, will you let me go?"
Hearing that it was the director who was looking for him, the anger on Huang Xianxian's face subsided a little.
Xiao Tu said: "Yes."
Huang Xianxian put down the manuscript in his hand, stood up and put on his hat. After going out, he tidied up again in front of the military mirror at the door, and then walked towards the director's office.
The director's office is upstairs, take the first right after going up the stairs.
Huang Xianxian was wondering along the way, was the director eager to see the first draft of his report on the Menghu Brigade?
But then I thought about it, that shouldn't be the case. You have to read the first draft. If you call me, I will send it to you right away. Why let Xiao Tu call me and go there in person?
When he reached the door, he didn't even think about it.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
Huang Xianxian knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
The director's voice came from inside.
Huang Xianxian opened the door proudly, and a smile immediately bloomed on his face.
"Director, please find..."
He was only halfway through his words when he suddenly noticed that there was someone else in the director's office.
The guest was a colonel, and he had an aura of majesty at first sight. Even Huang Xianqian felt it when he just walked in.
"You are looking for me..."
Huang Xianxian said hello and walked over.
The director didn't say anything and directly introduced the university guest in front of Qian.
"This is the commander of the Menghu Brigade, Zhuang Yan. He is here today to understand some things. You can talk about it later."
"Understand the matter?" Huang Xianxian's head suddenly heated up several degrees, and he felt guilty for no reason.
"What's up?"
Zhuang Yan said: "Director Huang, right? Sit down first and then we'll talk."
After finishing, he pointed to the chair in front of him.
Huang Xianxian sat in the chair uneasily, and in the process quietly looked at Zhuang Yan several times.
Seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times.
It's really impressive, especially those eyes, that look...
"I came here today to correct something."
Zhuang Yan took out a newspaper from the document bag in front of him, unfolded it, placed it on the table, and then stretched out two fingers to tap on it.
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"This report was written by you, Director Huang, right?"
In fact, at a glance, Huang Xianxian knew which newspaper this was and which report it was.
Isn't it the same report that was published in the military newspaper?
The article about Li Zheng.
I am really afraid of what will happen.
Huang Xianxian pretended to be calm, picked up the newspaper and pretended to read it, then said calmly: "Yes, I wrote this report. Is there anything wrong with Brigadier Zhuang?"
Zhuang Yan's face seemed to become colder, and he said calmly: "Do you think there is nothing wrong?"
Huang Xianxian suddenly felt a burning sensation on his face. Of course he knew what the problem was, but in front of the director, he couldn't directly say that he was writing nonsense. Wouldn't it be fatal to do so?
If the director is really angry, his thoughts will be like soap bubbles blown in the sun, which will burst with a pop.
He swallowed and said, "Commander Zhuang, my level is limited and I really can't see any problem. Can you give me some advice?"
Zhuang Yan probably had anticipated Huang Xianjin's reaction. Of course, he didn't want to curse people in person. After all, scolding people for such things would make him appear to be a member of the Menghu Brigade, and it was not his consistent style.
However, since you want to give guidance, then you should give him guidance yourself.
So he pointed to the text above and pointed out sentence by sentence, which were exactly the same places and details that Li Zheng pointed out at that time.
At the end, solemnly concluded: "Don't write random reports and respect the facts. Mr. Huang, you may not think this is a big deal, but it is very unfair to the parties involved and may even cause unnecessary trouble.
"
Huang Xianxian's face had already turned red, but he was still holding on, pretending to be very sincere but still unwilling to admit any mistakes. He said: "I am very grateful to Brigadier Zhuang for personally coming to the Publicity Office to point out my problems, but I wrote
The details of this report are indeed a bit artistic, but they are all well-intentioned. There is no bad evaluation of your comrades in the Menghu Brigade in the entire text. They are all words of praise. If
I am not dissatisfied. It is just a matter of character design. I admit that I think Li Zheng, a new recruit, is more newsworthy, while Hou Jun does not have so many bright spots in comparison. Highlights are the key to writing, and they must be grasped to make the entire report achieve the desired effect.
sublimation……"
"Shit sublimation!"
Peng——
Zhuang Yan finally couldn't hold it back any longer.
After Huang Xianxian made a lot of nonsense, the fire in his heart finally jumped up.
"It's just a matter of inking!? Do you know what kind of harm you will do to Hou Jun by writing like this? Do you know that because of your random writing, the army will send a report to the military region for Li Zheng and Hou Jun's Qing Gong?"
Already stuck at the Political Department?! Do you want to know the reason? The Political Department told me the reasons for rejection - the details of the deeds are questionable! Is this your 'inking' problem?!"