Just when Wang Wuliang was confused, Xue Xiang suddenly changed the topic: "Secretary Jia, Secretary Liu, please deal with me and Deputy Secretary Wang seriously. Deputy Secretary Wang is an old comrade, and he really has a high style. I, a young comrade,
I was also deeply educated and moved.”
Wang Wuliang was surprised and said anxiously: "Deal with you, what are you doing to get me involved? You little comrade, how can you be so messy!"
Xue Xiangdao: "Deputy Secretary Wang, I think the organization should treat the wrong behavior of party members equally. We can't treat you differently just because you have a higher rank, right? If I remember correctly, you seemed to have interrupted when Secretary Jia was speaking.
Bar."
when!
Wang Wuliang stood stunned on the spot!
"The meeting is dismissed!"
Jia Quan glanced at Xue Xiang and Wang Wuliang, uttered these two words angrily, and walked away.
Speaking of today, Xue Xiang risked his life and fought hard. He seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact his vitality was severely damaged.
Although Wang Wuliang started the whole turmoil, Xue Xiang only passively responded to the challenge, but played a disgraceful role in the end. Especially his sharp-tongued words gave everyone the impression that he was sharp-tongued and eloquent, without realizing it.
You can see how smart and eloquent he is. Because this is an officialdom, no better than other places. Officialdom pays the most attention to propriety and dignity, and the difference between superiority and inferiority. You can get away with your boss, provided that you are strong enough and can work secretly.
elsewhere.
But Xue made a big argument against a subordinate and his immediate boss, and also devised clever traps. The whole image was very disgraceful.
Of course, Xue Xiang had already considered the above-mentioned consequences clearly before he stood up. He knew that when he stood up, he would be in a lose-lose situation, but if he didn't stand up, he would definitely be defeated. Because of Wang Wuliang's subsequent criticism.
, he can almost guess that it is nothing more than propaganda.
Bad ideas, polluting campus atmosphere, advocating petty bourgeois sentiments, etc. Although these crimes are no longer popular nowadays, Wang Wuliang has a natural advantage in political correctness. After all, the ice has not been completely broken in the field of propaganda nowadays.
Xue Xiang's revision of "Clover" is somewhat inappropriate.
Therefore, if he didn't strike first, he would definitely be captured by Wang Wuliang in court!
However, Xue Xiang certainly had his reasons for daring to revise "Clover". It was not all for the purpose of raising funds and sending the year to the Propaganda Department. There was not a hint of the dying literary youth mentality at work. In his previous life, he was
A standard literary young man, he misses the era of the 1980s which is called the Renaissance of the Republic. In his heart, he hopes that his fluttering of butterfly wings will make the Renaissance come early, even one day early.
.
Who would have thought? Xue Xiang’s wish was beautiful, but the result was cruel.
The sensation caused by "Clover" was just a wave in the sea. It soon calmed down. Major publicity fields and publishing media did not boldly follow the trend. After all, the trend a year ago had a huge impact.
, all the big bosses who have eaten the propaganda meal still remember that the propaganda was very tight. It would rain randomly when there was no wind blowing up there.
Renaissance didn't wait, but what came was a letter of order, ordering Xue Xiang to make a self-examination. As for Wang Wuliang, it was not something Xue Xiang could do with just a few words and words. No, the day after the meeting ended, he came up
Jump up and down and take the blame
The order letter was obtained. Although a small self-criticism was not considered an administrative penalty and could not hurt Xue Xiang's skin, it allowed him to regain his face. However, when Xue Xiang received the order letter, not only did he not
Depressed, but relieved.
In his opinion, this order letter seemed to be favored by the organization. Originally, within the party, it was a big taboo for the subordinates to suppress the superiors. He, Mr. Xue, had just stayed in the party for half a year and was on probation.
Administrative penalties may really become a stain.
Just like that, Wang Wuliang let out a small breath for a while, Xue Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and the storm barely calmed down!
Although the turmoil has subsided, Xue Xiang has not been idle, because the annual New Year Festival is here! And this year's New Year Festival, Xue Xiang, a soul-piercing person, knows that it is extremely unusual, because January 28th is
New Year's Eve, February 17th was the day when the Battle of the South broke out.
Xue Xiang's uncle Xue Anyuan, his master Gu Changdao, his brother Kang Tong, as well as Li Hongjun and Sun Qianjin, who were assigned to the 39th Army, and Liu Yuanchao who was assigned to the 24th Army, have all moved towards southern Xinjiang, and
, Xu Ziqian, who was newly appointed to Miaojiang and took over the operation task, carefully calculated that most of the people Xue Xiang cared about in this life were related to the southern expedition. How could he spend the New Year with peace of mind.
Xue Xiang felt uneasy, but he did not show it. After all, the three younger siblings still had to celebrate the New Year happily.
On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xue Xiang finished arranging the finishing work of the Propaganda Department, attended a secretarial office meeting, and took a complete holiday. In the afternoon, he got on his motorcycle and went to Ding Weidong's office to bring back the New Year goods he had ordered earlier.
, as usual, they were delivered to those who wanted to send them in previous years. Because Liu Ying'er accompanied them,
After Dabao was treated in Hong Kong Island, there were only three people left in the Liu family, namely Old Man Liu, Mother Liu and Liu Fufeng. Xue Xiang felt guilty for Liu Yinger.
The old Liu family wanted to relieve their boredom. In the evening, Liu's mother took her to have dinner before going home.
When I got home, it was already half past six in the evening. Since Xue Lin had not returned from Lingnan, the three children were the only ones at the Xue family's mansion at this moment.
As soon as Xue Xiang stepped through the gate, the little white tiger thorn in the little guy's arms scurried over, gave Xue Xiang a light kick, and stood on his shoulders.
In the main room, the TV was on, and the three children were leaning on the sofa. There was a pot of charcoal fire in front of the sofa. There was a standing stool across the charcoal fire and the sofa. On the standing stool was a large fruit plate. In the fruit plate, red
There are a bunch of yellow, blue and green snacks of all kinds. For a while,
Being really busy, Xue Xiang rarely got close to the three little ones, so he strode to the edge of the sofa, picked up the little one, took her place, put her in his arms, and took a plum blossom.
, peeled it off, handed it over, and the little guy took it into his mouth.
"Come on, come on, stop watching TV and report your test results. If you do well in the exam, you will be rewarded, and if you do poorly in the exam, you will be punished."
As soon as Xue Xiang told him about the test results, the little guy who had been tossing around in his arms immediately became obedient. He jumped out of his arms with a little stab, turned around and wanted to run away, but was grabbed by Xue Xiang, who was already on guard.
Take it.
The little guy fell into the clutches and twisted his little face to put on a smile: "What are you doing, big guy? Are you going to get your report card?"
The little guy has a very smart mind and doesn't even have to draft any lies. Before Xue Xiang could ask questions, Xiao Yi, who was stuffing potato chips in his mouth, jumped out and testified: "Brother, don't believe her. She took two exams in total."
There is no need to look at the transcripts for each subject, one is Chinese and the other is mathematics. I remember them all. I scored 68 points in Chinese and 32 points in mathematics. The difference is a mess."
When someone exposed his shortcomings, the little guy's little mouth immediately turned into a bottle of oil. He raised his head and glared at Xiaoyi, wanting to expose him. But when he thought about Xiaoyi's report card, he had scores of over eighty.
I immediately ran out of ideas.
Xue Xiang was really shocked when Xiao Yi told him about the little guy's score. To say that he, the eldest brother, is really careless. The little guy is almost eight years old now and will soon enter the second grade. He doesn't even think about it.
I am very aware of her academic status, but I just remember that when I sent her to kindergarten, the little kid got a big red hua, so she got the best seat. I thought she had always been so good, but I didn't know she was like this.
Xue Xiang was not in a hurry to scold the little guy, but went on to ask about Xiao Wan and Xiao Yi's results. The results of these two people were all successful, which gave Xue Xiang a lot of comfort. Especially Xiao Wan, now
I'm already in my first year of high school, and I got admitted to Beijing University as I wished.
The Affiliated Middle School of Beijing University, which had so many strong players, was still at the top, which made him very happy. Although Xiaoyi's grades were slightly lower, they were far beyond the qualifications. A boy at a noisy age could have such a high score.
In this way, Xue Xiang was very satisfied.
Only the sixty-eight and thirty-two, especially the thirty-two, are disturbing to watch.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Xue Xiang rarely gave the little guy a serious face.
The little guy is two years older, but he is still arrogant and arrogant towards Xue Xiangjiao. Only when Xue Xiang is in charge of her study, he is very obedient, "Um, that question is too difficult, I can't even do it?"
The little guy's nonsensical answer almost made Xue Xiang, who had finally tightened his face, collapse. "Why is the question so difficult?"
"The teacher is in trouble!" the little guy answered confidently.
Xue Xiang tensed up, but Xiaowan and Xiaoyi gasped in joy.
"Then everyone else has a score of thirty-two?" Xue Xiang got the question right this time.
The little guy's smiling face fell down: "There's only one in his fifties, one in his twenties, and me. Everyone else has passed."
"Alas!" Xue Xiang sighed deeply and was speechless.
When the little guy heard Xue Xiang sigh, his little face tightened even more, and he turned around and walked towards the room.
"What are you going to do?" Xue Xiangdaqi.
"Stop watching TV and read a book. I'll make sure you pass the exam next time." The little guy waved his hand without looking back and went straight. The little guy didn't say anything in vain, because he didn't want to hear his elder brother sigh.
Xue Xiang smiled bitterly, but did not stop her. It is always a good thing to be brave after knowing your shame.
As soon as the little guy came here, the TV screen suddenly changed, and a familiar and pleasant music played. It turned out that the news broadcast had started.
In the past few days, because he was thinking about the Battle of Zhengnan, Xue Xiang paid great attention to the Xinwen Network. When the program started, he was not in a hurry to go to the room to tutor the little guy, and quietly watched TV.
The entire program lasted for thirty minutes, and Xue Xiang watched it intently, but it was over in a blink of an eye. Among the thirty minutes of news, there was one piece of news that Xue Xiang was extremely concerned about. One was an article from People's Daily that the female anchor read through.
The editorial "Our patience is limited" is about the prospects and development of Sino-US relations.