Two hundred and fifty-one chapters fire thunder (1)
Wang Bin did not participate in the discussion about the Golden Globe Awards, nor did he take his two grandchildren to play with Ai Xiaoqing. Instead, he read with great interest the article that his son was preparing to submit to the "China Sports News" as requested.
It was originally a task assigned by Yan Shiduo, but Wang Ai became interested as he wrote it, probably because Xu Qinglian was still working hard on the problem, making the third floor of her home more like a study room. In short, it was originally expected to cost two to three thousand
A small paper of 12,000 words was written in the end.
And if you can write so much, it is naturally worth writing so much.
But now that the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China has just concluded, Wang Ai doesn't know whether it is appropriate for him to present this big paper at this time, so he postpones the submission date until now and drags it in front of his father for his attention.
Wang Bin watched for a long time. The two grandsons were tired from running outside. They ran back and sat in Ai Xiaoqing's arms together chattering. Except for Xu Qinglian who accompanied Shi Wenjun upstairs to watch Wang Hongzhuang.
Outside, the family's conversations automatically stopped.
Wang Bin pushed more than 20 pages of paper to Ai Xiaoqing and rubbed his brows: "I'll give it a try. I've had a rough look. Fortunately, your writing is relatively popular. But I don't understand some things. I'll give it a try."
What you mean to write is your own experience, right?"
Seeing Wang Ai nodding, Wang Bin became even more confused: "Then since it is your own experience, why did you write so much? Seven major aspects, the coverage is a bit too broad? With your identity, it seems a bit inappropriate.
"
Ai Xiaoqing raised his head when he heard the sound: "Why is it inappropriate? My son has two master's degrees and two doctorates."
Wang Bin laughed: "But there is no physical education."
Ai Xiaoqing thought for a while after hearing this, nodded and continued reading. Wang Bin continued: "In the field of sports, you are just a pure athlete, not even a coach. Oh, you can also say that you are an expert, but you are just a football association
Expert in the youth department, this is partly due to your excellent sports performance, and partly to the scattered articles you published before. But this time, you published a big article. Although I am very interested in sports
I’m not familiar with it, but since you wrote about so many aspects, there must be some problems in so many aspects, right?”
Wang Ai nodded, and Wang Bin also nodded: "So you are going to point fingers at many areas in the sports world? Why? I don't think Deputy Director Yan will encourage you to start a war with the sports academic community."
"It's not that serious, right?" Wang Ai laughed: "It's my personal experience, so I just write whatever comes to my mind, and I say whatever I see. I didn't mention names, and I changed them if they happened.
Do you want to encourage me more?"
Wang Bin shook his head when he heard this and looked at Leonie: "Xiao Lei, what is your purpose?"
Leonie's eyes flicked back and forth between the Wang family and his son. Ai Xiaoqing, who was still reading an article over there, didn't even raise her head: "Speak freely and stop being naughty."
Leonie just chuckled: "It's the end of the year, and we don't have the Golden Globe Awards. We can use this thing to consolidate our momentum in the country."
Wang Bin nodded clearly: "Oh, that's right... Well, then there is no problem. Although the scope is large, it is all in the sports circle. Although there is a lot of content, there are no sensitive topics. If you are willing to quarrel with a group of coaches, then
Just do whatever you want, the superiors won't have any ideas."
Just as he was talking, Xu Qinglian and Shi Wenjun came downstairs together. Seeing that everyone was discussing the manuscript, they became interested. They took out their masterpiece from the suitcase and walked to Wang Bin: "Uncle, can you show it?
"
Wang Bin subconsciously sat upright and looked at the thick stack of manuscripts in Xu Qinglian's hand that read "Management System of Private Manufacturing Enterprises under the Socialist Market Economic System in the New Century" on the cover. He hesitated: "Qinglian, this
, you know me, I am a high school student, there is something about this..."
Wang Bin pointed to the cover: "This is not a textbook, is it?"
"No, there is still 30% not completed."
"There's still 30%?" Wang Bin pointed at the manuscript in surprise: "How many words are there?"
"The number of words will be deleted later." Xu Qinglian sat opposite Wang Bin: "Now it mainly contains a lot of my thinking process. It can be deleted in the final draft, leaving only the argumentation process."
"How many words will the final draft probably have?"
"Several hundred thousand." Xu Qinglian still smiled: "Not much, probably the amount of a doctoral thesis."
Wang Bin took a breath of cold air: "I think it's okay, but I'm afraid I'll make the wrong comment."
Xu Qinglian smiled and put the manuscript in Wang Bin's hand: "You are a well-known entrepreneur who has explored and explored a successful model in practice. My manuscript is largely based on the experience of you and my Aunt Ai.
In terms of practical exploration, we only made some theoretical refinements and extensions.”
When Wang Bin opened the manuscript with respect for knowledge and read a few pages, he found that the content was very messy. There was only a rough structure, but some of the structures were big and some were small. The big ones were left unwritten for dozens of pages.
When it is finished, it is only half a page or even a few sentences, which shows that the author really fills it in according to a standardized framework, but some parts think more and some parts think less.
Moreover, there are some duplications between before and after, so it is really an unfinished manuscript.
"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, don't read that one for now. Let's read your daughter's first." Wang Bin gave part of the manuscript to Ai Xiaoqing: "I feel that our daughter has done something big."
Huang Xin joked on the sidelines: "I've been doing this for more than three months. I've been forgetting about food and sleep. I even changed my hairstyle. I just don't want it to be troublesome to wash my long hair."
"What about you?" Ai Xiaoqing looked up at Huang Xin and smiled: "Like a handsome young man."
Huang Xin's face turned red: "...Well, individuals must obey the collective?"
Ai Xiaoqing smiled and waved her hand: "Come on, let's study together, and you, Wenjun, come and take a look too. You all have experience in multiple management positions and have your own set of ideas about management. We
Let’s give advice together.”
No one paid attention to Wang Ai's manuscript, so he put it away and prepared to go to the General Administration of Sports to ask Deputy Director Yan to hand over the task tomorrow. Once he was satisfied, Wang Ai would naturally send an email to the editorial department and send an electronic version.
After he finished cleaning up and went downstairs, he also took some of Xu Qinglian's manuscripts and looked through them. In the past few months, as long as Xu Qinglian entered the study room and was immersed in the academic ocean, she had no time to restrain her innate charming aura, so regardless of adults or children
No one bothered me, not even Wang Ai was careless.
It was said that Wang Ai was allowed to take care of it at will, but it was actually just a boudoir anecdote. This manuscript was Xu Qinglian's "compensation" to Wang Ai's family after she had escaped from marriage for three years. It was also the document that she had witnessed Huang Xin and Leonie discussing things and she almost intervened.
The painstaking experience after being silent was the culmination of three years of studying with Wang Ai, personally founding Milan Lights, and thinking about it at the grassroots level for three years.
