It's okay if scalpers appear, but they are all from other schools, and even young people outside the school line up overnight to sell books.
Xue Xiang secretly inquired and found out that a copy of "Clover" was sold for more than three yuan on the black market, which was more than four times its issue price. Other problems, such as guiding bad habits and promoting the music of Mi Mi, etc.
Xue Xiang didn't care about the charges, but when the reselling and selling trend started to blow, Yanyuan became more and more chaotic, which made him feel sad.
After all, Peking University is no different from other places. Although it is just a university, it is a place that attracts everyone's attention. How could he bear the crime of disturbing the campus, so he decided to stop the sale in advance, and finally calmed down the trend.
More than 3,600 copies of "Clover" were sold for 80 cents each, totaling more than 2,900 yuan. It was like a golden pimple fell from the sky. This guy stunned the hard-working people in the Propaganda Department. This
Xue Xiangzi didn't notice when he counted the money, and kept enough operating expenses for the next year.
, the rest were all distributed to everyone as welfare. Of course, it was not money found, after all, we had to pay attention to the impact, but turned into physical objects. Even so, Li Li and his gang were very happy. He had always been the cold in the Leng Yamen.
The Propaganda Department of the Yamen has really had a good year.
Each person was given twenty pounds of pork, a ten-jin pot of soybean oil, a hundred-jin bag of rice, and two boxes of fruit. Everyone was so happy that they almost shouted "Long live Secretary Xue!"
The Propaganda Department is making a big profit, but the other three departments are all red-eyed. You must know that even when they were working together, the Propaganda Department was always the worst. Because the funds are in the hands of Liu Gao, and Liu Gao
I just played a trick and divided the four parts equally, that is,
The New Year's Eve funds for each department are equal and distributed to each secretary, who distributes them. In this way, a problem arises. Liu Gao's group leader has the smallest number of people. If it is divided evenly among everyone, he will naturally get the most.
The Propaganda Department, a cold yamen, has the most people, so naturally it gets the least share.
But now, the world has turned upside down, the yin and yang have overturned, and the Propaganda Department suddenly got such a big pie. Bag after bag, bucket by bucket, they are going straight home. Who expects the other three departments to be able to take advantage of it?
Especially Zhang Jinsong. Looking at the office of the Propaganda Department, where a bunch of people were coming and going to my house, his heart was almost burning. It wasn't that his eyes were hot, but he was really ashamed. It turned out that the Youth League Office had handed out year cards that day.
, he received a share from Liu Gao. He also specially
He brought the oil and pork legs to the Propaganda Department office to show off, and he said that Xue Xiang was incompetent and caused everyone to suffer. But today, the Propaganda Department actually enthusiastically distributed mountains and seas of fat New Year's goods.
How can you make him feel better if you don't slap him in the mouth?
So, in recent days, he simply stopped going to the office of the Propaganda Department. If nothing happened, he would stay in Liu Gao's office. No, he had just muttered a few words in the corner with his former confidant Cao Xiaobao. Just like a gust of wind.
He crashed into Liu Gao's office.
"Secretary Liu, I found out clearly that this time the Propaganda Department has really caught a big fish. One guy made nearly 3,000 yuan, which is almost enough to cover the expenses of our Youth League committee for half a year." Zhang Jinsong burst into the door and spoke up.
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Liu Gao, who was behind the desk over there, was caught off guard. As a reflex, he stuffed the things on hand under the newspaper. When he saw who was coming, he cursed: "Zhang Jinsong, what's the matter with you? Why don't you come back?"
Knock on the door, you think I am your publicity department, you have broken the door several times."
Zhang Jinsong ate at the head of the queue, but he was muttering in his heart: The Propaganda Department has changed a long time ago, and I don't dare to knock on the door of the Propaganda Department.
This thought was just a flash, and Zhang Jinsong became curious again: Why is Liu Gao so angry today? He was not like this when he knocked on the door several times before. Could it be that my uncle Wang, Secretary Wang, didn't give him accurate information?
After thinking about this, Zhang Jinsong calmed down a lot: "Secretary Liu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's not my fault. I will pay attention to it next time. In addition, the thing you asked me to inquire about, I... eh!"
Halfway through his words, Zhang Jinsong suddenly said "Huh". It turned out that Liu Gao was holding a magazine in his hand. In the center of the blue cover of the magazine were printed three large red characters "Clover" in italics. It was a publication of the Propaganda Department, and
A small part of this "Clover" was buried in the newspaper, which shows that Liu Gao didn't have time to hide it all.
"Secretary Liu, you should also read this, right? I would say that these sour poems and nonsense words are really filled with malaise, decay, and depravity. By doing this, Xue Xiang is changing the direction of the Youth League Committee's propaganda.
To go against our red label propaganda principles..." Zhang Jinsong seized the opportunity and unleashed a series of parallel sentences with great momentum.
Unexpectedly, the roar of the mountain and the tsunami met Liu Gao's cold face, and immediately retreated completely, because Liu Gao didn't even let Zhang Jinsong finish what he said, and slapped the table.
With a loud bang, Liu Gao suddenly stood up, pointed at Zhang Jinsong and cursed: "You know nothing!"
Although these four words are short but powerful, they truly reproduce Liu Gao's mood at this time.
It is said that Liu Gao was also a serious literary and artistic young man at that time, especially obsessed with the poetry of the Crescent School. However, the times were unhappy and could not tolerate those windy and snowy nights. In addition, he stepped into the official career, and since then he has been with those people.
Sad for spring and autumn
The poet's feelings said goodbye. Later, he was afraid of the tossing of "reversing and breaking", so he even collected all the various collections of essays he had collected for many years, and even the letters he exchanged with his pen pals when he was a literary youth.
into the flames.
How many years have passed, Liu Gao's restless heart has completely withered away, and all that is left is the pursuit of fame and wealth, and the struggle for officialdom. Today, by chance, he saw this clover, and the soft poems, Fang.
The Buddha turned into a hot spring and slowly poured into his dead heart. At this moment, Liu Gao was standing under the Cambridge Bridge
On the awning boat, we were paddling along the soft waves, holding an oil-paper umbrella in the narrow rainy alley, waiting for a girl with a lilac-like knot of sorrow and resentment. She was intoxicated and had mixed feelings.
, the door broke open, and a panicked fat white man appeared in front of him, tell me how Liu Gao felt?
Zhang Jinsong's behavior of "drying his pants under the flowers" not only ruined Liu Gao's happiness, but also ravaged the little remaining noble soul of Liu Gao.
"What's going on? Tell me quickly!"
All his tenderness was washed away, and Liu Gao returned to normal, but he still found the fat face in front of him disgusting.
Zhang Jinsong couldn't figure out what kind of style Liu Gao had, and he had to endure all the grievances in his heart: "Secretary Liu, what I mean is that Xue Xiang is promoting the restoration of the asset class in "Clover" and publicizing the decadence of the asset class. I think the Youth League Committee should
Have an attitude.”1
Liu Gao threw away his half-hidden copy of "Clover", took a deep look at Zhang Jinsong, and said slowly: "We should have an attitude, but it's not that our department youth league committee should have an attitude, but the school youth league committee should have an attitude."
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January 21, 1979, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month of the lunar calendar, was the Little New Year in the north. At that time, the entire Forty-Nine Cities were shrouded in thick festive festivities. Major universities had already gone on holiday, and Beijing
Da Zi is no exception. The students are on vacation, and the teachers are also on vacation, but there is an exception for some people, that is, the year-end summary meetings of the major administrative systems are being held in full swing.
The year-end summary meeting of the Youth League Committee of Peking University is held in Auditorium No. 3, which is the largest auditorium in Peking University. The fact that the Youth League Committee can get this auditorium during the intensive meeting period is naturally not the reason why the school Party Committee attaches great importance to the work of the Youth League Committee, but the indifference of the Youth League Committee.
The result of "the power of numbers" in the Yamen.
The nearly 800-square-meter auditorium was grandly decorated. Although it was not carpeted or hung with lanterns, it was still carefully crafted. The entire venue was bright red and purple, which really created a lively atmosphere. The meeting
It started at 1:30 in the afternoon and has been going on for more than two hours. Jia Quan, deputy secretary of the school party committee in charge of league work, presided over the meeting and delivered a speech. Liu Zhengyang, secretary of the school league committee, and Wang Wuliang, first deputy secretary of the league committee, made speeches in turn.
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Throughout the meeting, all the big guys followed the script and talked about the same old things. They were just looking back at the past, commenting on the present, and looking forward to the future. Although hundreds of people would burst into applause every now and then, it was extremely boring.
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At least that's how Xue Xiang feels. Because he is the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee of his department, although he only has the sign of enjoying the benefits of a full-time department, Xue Xiang still sits with a group of full-time cadres, and his ranking is quite high.
In the middle of the second row.
Xue Xiang was actually very dissatisfied with this seat. If he had known that it would be such a lukewarm meeting, he would have found a way to sneak into the back row. The current seat is too conspicuous, facing the rostrum.
When the leader on the stage was reading the manuscript, he could scan this position with his peripheral vision without even raising his eyes, making Xue Xiang unable to even take a nap secretly.
When Xue Xiangzheng felt sleepy, he did not expect that the sex would start suddenly.
The leaders on the rostrum spoke one by one. Jia Quan, the deputy secretary of the school party committee who presided over the meeting, summarized the speeches of the leaders and asked symbolically who else wanted to speak. I did not expect this polite question.
, but ignited the climax of the conference.
Wang Wuliang, the first deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee, stood up, took the microphone and said: "Secretary Jia, Secretary Liu, comrades, today's meeting was very good and lively. I was also immersed in the flourishing work of the Youth League Committee and the development of Peking University.
Thriving joy
Yue Li, something happened recently, which has been stuck in my heart, like a lump in my throat, and I can’t express it. Of course, the reason why I want to bring it up to the meeting is naturally not my personal matter, but a recent incident from our Youth League Committee.
It’s an unhealthy trend.”
Wang Wuliang is forty-seven and eighty-year-old. He has a strong village head. He is neither fat nor thin, but very majestic. As soon as this was revealed, the whole place was completely silent. No one seemed to be fainting anymore, even Xue
Xiang Ye woke up suddenly, feeling a little uneasy because he
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liu Gao's eyes on the left turning towards him, with a faint smile on his face. Then he thought about what Li Li was whispering to him in private - Zhang Jinsong seemed to be Secretary Wang of the Youth League Committee.
In-laws, as soon as the couple confirmed it, they screamed in their hearts that it was not good.
ps: There will be another chapter in the early morning, and there will be at least three updates tomorrow. I hope everyone can recommend it to Jiangnan when you wake up and read it tomorrow morning. Thank you!