After listening to Wang Ai's detailed explanation of his troubles, Lao Feng thought about it for a long time and came up with an idea.
Wang Ai thought for a while, glanced at Lao Gao again, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "You know, these days' model workers... It's not that there are many fakes, but the selection criteria are no longer the same as in the past, they all come from the front line.
There are very small, very painful and very simple stories. If we invite a group chairman to come, what's the point?"
Lao Feng pointed at Wang Ai and shook his head with a smile but said nothing. Lao Liu didn't have so many scruples anymore: "Don't say this casually."
Wang Ai nodded obediently and made no excuses. He was about to officially join the party, so he had to be careful what he said. He was also a big star. In the past, he was just a star. He could say whatever he said, but not anymore. Thinking of this, Wang Ai got distracted again, didn't he?
Is it better to be a secret party member? Or at least to be a low-key party member who is not open to the public? Otherwise, it will be easy to be caught in the five major leagues in the future. Even Tübingen fans have deep prejudices against communism.
There aren't that many talented people from the countryside in Dietfurt.
"Hey, how come we forgot about that group of migrant workers? They are all from other places, and their families must be very poor. Where can we find people from them?" Lao Liu suddenly interrupted Wang Ai's thinking.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the National Olympics returned to the Bird's Nest as planned. At the hottest time, everyone sat in the shadow of the stadium stands. It was supposed to be Gao Gao who was explaining tactics, but today was special, and he was invited from the construction workers in the morning.
Two people came over, one was a middle-aged man and the other was an 18-year-old young man.
The story between the two people is very simple. The middle-aged man is from Baoding, Hebei Province. He has been working as a construction worker in Beijing for many years. He is the eldest son of the family. His wife works at home, takes care of the children and takes care of the elderly. He earns too little, so he works all year round.
Outside, I can only go home once every Spring Festival, and if I have nothing to do, I would definitely not be willing to pay for a mere ticket to go back.
This man also laughed at himself and said that he and his mother-in-law were descended from the stars. When asked what the stars were, his answer was the Cowherd and the Vega.
The story of this 18-year-old young man is a bit simpler. He is from Chaoyang, Liaoning Province. After graduating from junior high school, he ran out to work with his fellow villagers. At home, he was Lao Gada, and he had a brother and a sister. When he came out of the house, my mother couldn't bear to cry, but
There is nothing we can do. The few acres of mountainous land at home, let alone the drought, can grow a person as tall as a person by planting corns, but they are also full of big bugs that won’t come out.
Fortunately, the two of them work in Beijing, their income is good, and their wages are basically guaranteed. Especially three years ago, after ***** personally asked for wages for migrant workers, at least these migrant workers in the capital are rarely defaulted. This
In the past few years, rural cooperative medical care and pension insurance have gradually been opened up, and people like them have also made great strides. For example, this middle-aged man said that he would buy a bungalow in the suburbs of Beijing in two years and bring his wife and children here.
This young man has similar plans. After all, Beijing is becoming more and more modern and needs more and more people.
Wang Ai also thought about it privately. The population of Beijing is now close to 15 million, and there are still 6 million people short of being "unbearable". It is still too late to become a Beijinger. When the population of Beijing exceeds 20 million, it will really be no longer possible, and restrictions and restrictions will begin.
Diversion. To a certain extent, the emergence of "Xiong'an" was also born for this reason.
After the two people finished telling their stories, Wang Ai shook hands with them and sent them away. When he came back, he saw that everyone was a little downcast.
The stories of middle-aged people can touch Lao Gao and others, but they have little impact on the 18 or 9-year-old Olympic team members. On the contrary, the story of the rural youth in Chaoyang, Liaoning, touches them deeply. He is also 18 or 9 years old.
In their youth, some people had to wear thick work clothes and work under the scorching sun to earn a salary that was not too much. They also had to think about their mother at home and calculate the money for her old age and medical treatment. But what about them? They were eating high-end food.
Food, drinking high-end drinks, wearing expensive equipment, and playing on the green field. The most beautiful time for that young man to sleep at night has become the most impatient time for some international players.
Some people are like weeds and grow tenaciously without being cared for; some people enjoy meticulous care but waste their youth.
"Let's train." Lao Gao gave the order concisely and concisely. Everyone stood up and walked to the green field in silence.
In the evening, Wang Ai invited everyone to his home to hold a barbecue party. There was enough thinking for one afternoon. Wang Ai didn't want to make everyone miserable. Wang Ai just wanted to touch people through the stories of his peers.
The soft part in their hearts understands their mission and responsibility in every detail.
Unexpectedly, everyone came with ingredients that night, which surprised Wang Ai. When he asked, Zhao Xuri scratched his face apologetically: "I always ask you to spend money, boss. I'm sorry, we also made money, compared to others."
Earn so much more, so everyone can share in it."
Wang Ai nodded. He could truly realize that he earned more than many people who worked harder. He could truly realize that he could not always take advantage of the boss, but should also shoulder his own responsibilities. Isn't this just a matter of fact?
An awareness?
Tonight, Lao Gao and the others are not here, not even Xu Qinglian and Constance, only the 30 people from the National Olympic Games. Everyone is working together, making a fire to barbecue, and chatting while eating. After all, the story of the day has transitioned to everyone's own
Everyone who has reached this day and entered the National Olympics has his or her own sad past. It’s just that compared to other people of the same age, they are still much luckier.
Wang Ai also spoke, without talking about himself. After all, everyone knows about his hard training. He mainly talked with everyone about the great role of the Tokyo Olympics to Japan and the Seoul Olympics to South Korea, so that everyone can understand the grand event we have prepared for.
What a huge impact it has on our country, our nation, our civilization, and even our bloodline and skin color.
Wang Ai analyzes from a grand historical perspective, and with cold truth and gentle tone, he unveils for everyone this great picture from God's perspective that countless people are struggling for. From the arrogant people of the times to all living beings, they are struggling at every moment.
Promoting the progress of this country, everyone is involved in the current, each has his own pursuits, and each has his own mission.
When the moon was at its peak, everyone rested in the guest room of Wang Ai's house.
At six o'clock the next morning, the courtyard was already noisy.
"Boss, shall we practice in the morning?" Zhao Xuri jumped over and said excitedly.
"Okay, let's go back to the Olympic Sports Center first." Wang Ai shook his neck.
"Is there a bus?"
"What car should we take?" Chen Tao waved his hand: "Let's run back! Enjoy a new day in our great motherland! It's too late today and we can't see the flag-raising ceremony."
People rushed out of the house. Zhao Dan, who stayed at home today, gave Wang Ai two thumbs up when he sent Wang Ai out. The smile when Wang Ai turned back and waved his hand remained in his mind for a long time.
