Mr. An is not insignificant in his position, and Xue Anyuan is not insignificant in power, but in the current game, the only one who can really hold up the sky is An Zaihai, the second-in-command of the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China.
An Zaihai and Xue Xiang, the only big tree that they could rely on in the field of propaganda, suddenly fell, catching him by surprise.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Xue Xiang and Geng Fulin were sitting opposite each other, smoking one after another. On the red lacquered wooden table in front of them, the ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts. Beside the ashtray, there were
There is a piece of light yellow letter paper, which is still full of small regular script. It is Xue Xiang's third article "The Criteria for Testing Truth".
Geng Fulin was smoking now, not because he was as bored as a freshman like Xue Xiang. Because when Xue Xiang called Songzhuzhai at noon, he went out to order food, so he didn't know the news about An Zaihai's dismissal. He kept swallowing
Yun Tuwu was actually thinking about Xue Xiang's article constantly in my mind.
There are always some articles in this world that can move people's hearts and minds. After reading them, people can't help but close the book and think deeply.
But those are all philosophical articles, essays, beautiful articles, or novels. It is usually difficult for theoretical articles to reach this level. Geng Fulin believes that Xue Xiang's article has reached this level. His mind is now filled with two sentences from the article.
And these two sentences are very interesting, and they happen to be at the beginning and end of this manuscript.
The first sentence, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light." The second sentence, "To sum up, practice is the only criterion for testing truth."
It is reasonable to say that these two sentences can make the old official Geng Fulin hide his head in deep thought.
Let me first talk about this "The night gave me black eyes. But I used them to find light." This was originally the entire poem written a few years later by Gu Cheng, a pioneering poet in the 1980s.
It's called "A Generation of People". Although the whole poem is short, in just about twenty words, it expresses the aspirations of a generation and expresses the people of that era's yearning to break through confinement and pursue light and freedom.
The first sentence used by Xue Xiang in the whole article is almost the beginning of the clear meaning. It is said at this time, which is simply better than the famous Buddhist Zen poem "I have a bright pearl, which has been blocked by dust for a long time. Once the dust is gone, light will be born."
"Illuminating the mountains and rivers" is louder, more thought-provoking and a wake-up call.
The second sentence is the sentence at the end of the article, "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."
It is almost an outline and summarizes the whole article, making the most powerful counterattack against past erroneous trends of thought. Moreover, the argument that practice is the only criterion for testing truth is not made arbitrarily or abruptly in the article, but is drawn from a large number of Marxist-Leninist-Maoist works.
Extension, induction, conclusion. In theory, in terms of political correctness, and in terms of logical rigor, it is inherently invincible and impeccable.
After reading this kind of magnificent article, how can I not let Geng Fulin sing three sighs and become obsessed with it?
Just when Xue Xiang was worried and Geng Fulin was wandering in his mind, the phone on the table rang.
The two looked at each other, and Xue Xiangchong glanced at Geng Fulin. The latter understood and picked up the phone. Before he could say anything, a warm and deep male voice came from the other side: "I'm Zhenhua, I want Xue Xiang to answer the phone."
Both of them were shocked, it was hard to believe that the call came from Chief Zhenhua.
Geng Fulin almost trembled and mumbled a few words into the phone, then hurriedly threw the phone to Xue Xiang.
"Hello, chief, I am Xue Xiang!"
"I know it's you, kid. I don't have time to chat with you. Just read it. I have a pen and paper ready here." Comrade Zhenhua came up and got straight to the point.
Xue Xiang was overjoyed. With the help of Chief Zhenhua, even the sky could be saved!
"...Practice is not only the standard for testing truth, but also the only standard. MZX said that there is only one truth. Who discovered the truth is not based on subjective exaggeration, but on objective practice..."
Xue studied party history in his previous life and knew this famous article by heart almost by heart. Now he added some of his own practices in Kaoshantun as evidence. He could recite it silently without even looking at the manuscript: "...Revolutionary Mentors
Not only did he put forward that practice is the only criterion for testing truth, but he also set a shining example of using practice to test all theories, including the theory he proposed..."
Xue Xiangzheng reached the third point of his argument. Suddenly, bang bang bang, someone knocked on the door, and then there were low and short shouts: "Director, director, I am Xiaoma, call Captain Xue and run, I just saw
The county's electromechanical team's car entered the gate of the Public Security Bureau, and then many militiamen poured into the Public Security Bureau. I'm afraid they found something through the phone and they have to come over immediately."
Ma is Geng Fulin's secretary and his confidant. Geng Fulin is also a thoughtful person. He knows that Xiao Ma is always asked to send this and that to his home. It is better to keep it secret from him than to open up. Although the matter is important, he is careful.
The pony can carry it lightly
He was serious, so he didn't hide the fact that Xue Xiang was living in his house. He also told Xiao Ma that he was not working for the time being and would just stare at the cafeteria diagonally across from the Public Security Bureau every day. He didn't expect that this leisurely move would actually come into play at this time.
played a vital role.
Geng Fulin took a few steps to open the door and put the pony in. The pony was outside the door earlier and kept his voice low for fear that the next door would hear him. Now he came in and quickly explained the cause and effect again. Xue Xiang and Geng Fulin were so worried.
Thinking, he immediately knew that there was a clue missing on the phone. Comrade Zhenhua over there seemed to have heard that something had happened here, and said anxiously: "Xiao Xue, what's wrong? Is there something unexpected? Give me the phone and I'll tell them
speak……."
Xue Xiang didn't have time to explain to Comrade Zhenhua his grudges and grudges in Chengtian County. At this moment, he already knew that he and Guo Minjia were determined to fight to the death. How could he let Guo Minjia catch him?
Hand over the initiative.
Xue Xiang made a prompt decision and handed Geng Fulin the manuscript paper and phone, asking him to continue reading the manuscript. Just as he was about to run out, the downstairs was already noisy, and outside the window, various car lights and searchlights illuminated the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.
Geng Fulin was stumbling over the manuscript when he heard the noise and his face changed drastically. He knew what would happen to him if Xue Xiang was caught at his house now. Geng Fulin was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and Xue Xiang saw it.
Inside, he said hello to Geng Fulin, grabbed the little white tiger on the sofa, stuffed it into his arms, opened the door and ran out.
Officials at this time were far less well-off than in later generations. Although they lived in welfare houses, the county party committee compound was just a three-story building, not a group of villas in later generations. Geng Fulin's house was on the second floor, and Xue
Xiang Yi goes out
When I came, I heard footsteps pounding on the stairway, like a torrential rain, occasionally mixed with "quick", "Director Guo said, if you catch it, you will be rewarded with five hundred yuan," and "Don't let the counterrevolutionaries run away."
Such shouts.
Xue Xiang looked up at the light bulb that had been pulled out on the stairway, raised a piece of gravel with his foot, caught it with his hand, aimed at the light bulb and threw it, but there was a bang, followed by another crash, and the stairs
It suddenly darkened.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Looks like a lightbulb broke!"
"No, Xue is going to run away!"
"……."
There was a loud noise at the corner of the first floor. Before turning off the lights, Xue Xiang took a look at the clearing under the stairs, jumped down, and immediately kicked the four or five people who had just turned on the flashlight and turned around the corner.
He fell down on the stairs, then grabbed and threw him, and kept throwing him back. For a moment, the entire corridor was dark, and there was a chaos of shouts and screams, and people kept flying down the stairs.
Xue Xiang steadied himself and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The person named Xue has escaped. Hurry, hurry, five hundred yuan. If we chase you downstairs, be sure to block the door."
At this moment, four or five people were rolling down the gourd, and a group of people behind them could not be seen clearly in the dark. They only knew that some people were constantly retreating and drilling back. Everyone was chattering to earn the five hundred yuan reward, and they couldn't see anything at all.
No one bothered to identify who made the noise just now, and rushed downstairs in a swarm, fearing that others would take the lead. Because there were so many people vying for credit, the entrance to the corridor was immediately crowded, and it became even more crowded.
Xue Xiangzai didn't hesitate, looked for the right spot, took advantage of the darkness, made a slight move, reached out and hooked the handrail of the upper stairway, turned over, turned around and ran towards the third floor.
…………………….
With a loud bang, the door of Geng Fulin's house was knocked open. He Jin, a man with a sinister face, strode forward and led a group of tiger skins to run in menacingly.
At this moment, Xue Xiang had left home. Geng Fulin felt calm. When he heard the noise, he continued to squat on the spot and read the manuscript without looking back.
At this moment, in He Jin's view, Geng Fulin was definitely responsible for harboring Xue Xiang. Therefore, he no longer regarded him as the number two figure in Chengtian County, but as a fish in a jar. This fish and turtle saw his prey.
The fish dared to run away without panicking, and even dared to talk on the phone in such a big way, how could He Jin not be angry?
The moment He Jin came in, Geng Fulin had just finished reading the manuscript. After all, Xue Xiang had read almost half of it before. When Geng Fulin took over, he knew someone was coming and spoke faster, which would take a long time. At this moment, why did Geng Fulin not
I hung up the phone because Comrade Zhenhua on the other end of the phone specifically requested it.
But he said that Comrade Zhenhua on the other side of the phone was really pissed off. To Comrade Zhenhua, a great theorist in the party, this manuscript by Xue Xiang was simply a piece of literature that was so enlightening that no one could imagine hearing it.
The best place to record
At that point, the voice suddenly stopped, and then without saying a word, the voice was changed. The person who changed the voice spoke as fast as a machine gun. He finished reading in a short time, almost losing his decades-old pen.
I'm exhausted.
Wherever Comrade Zhenhua was still in the mood, he was wallowing and recording at the same time. His good mood was completely ruined, so he asked Geng Fulin not to hang up the phone. He wanted to see who was so arrogant.
With Comrade Zhenhua prodding him from behind, Geng Fulin is naturally as stable as Mount Tai!
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