Stopping by the window for a while, Xue Xiang calmed down his nerves a little, then turned back to the table, picked up the more than ten pages of manuscript paper in his body, and started flipping through it. From time to time, he would correct a few typos and straighten out three or five sentences. About an hour passed.
, he just stopped writing for the second time. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stopped writing, there was a noise outside, but it was not a knock on the door, but the sound of dense and very light footsteps.
Xue Xiang was curious in his heart, how could such light footsteps come through the door and make such a sound? He moved to the door, opened the door and saw that there were twenty or thirty people standing densely in front of the door. Taking a closer look, they were all from the news center.
Although he, Mr. Xue, has only been in the news center for a short time and has not organized dinners or meetings, with his excellent memory, although he cannot remember everyone's name, he can remember who is from which department.
It's crystal clear.
Although Xue Xiang now figured out why his extremely light footsteps made such a noise, he became more and more curious about why all these people came to his door to gather together. When he was about to leave to ask, Sun Wen spoke first: "Xue Xiang
Director, tomorrow is the day for publication. I wonder if you have any instructions. If not, we have also thought of some ideas in private. How about..."
However, he said that the publishing house was led by Luo Mingfei, and it was most reasonable and reasonable for Luo Mingfei to ask this question. However, Sun Wen was worried that Luo Mingfei would make rude remarks and cause trouble, so he interrupted. Because in Sun Wen's view, this situation at the moment
Let’s not talk about young Director Xue’s leadership and work abilities, but his down-to-earth and hard-working style is really respectable. After all, Director Xue’s hard work day and night these days is not a performance.
After Sun Wen finished speaking, Xue Xiang was slightly stunned. He had been so busy these days that he had really forgotten the time. "No need, I have already prepared the manuscript. "Weiming Lakeside" will be revised soon. The previous content only remains "The Campus"
"Sound", all the rest have been eliminated, and I have already prepared the content to be uploaded."
Xue Xiang finished speaking. Luo Mingfei jumped out again: "Director Xue, it's not that I doubt your ability. After all, some things cannot be done behind closed doors and can be done alone. To put it bluntly, the current dispute between us and Qinghuayuan
, basically put it on the table. Everyone can see it, so
Therefore, I hope that for the sake of the overall situation, Director Xue will not insist on going his own way and use our life-and-death battle as a test field. I think it is better to use the new ideas that Stationmaster Sun, Director Liu and I have developed these days." Luo Mingfei said coldly.
Staring at Xue Xiang, he completely forgot about the embarrassment of being caught that day.
Since the day when Xue Xiang reported for duty, Luo Mingfei has been holding back his anger towards Xue, because this time the public opinion war between Qinghua Garden and Beijing University has come to a head. It is he who is responsible for the editing and publishing of the publishing house.
The principal bears the greatest responsibility. The school party committee changed the deputy director of the News Center for this matter.
Ren, and the transfer of such a young Xue Xiang, in Luo Mingfei's view, was a complete distrust of him by his superiors, a naked slap in the face. Luo Mingfei, on the other hand, had nothing to do with the school party committee who transferred Xue Xiang, but he vented his anger on
It hit Mr. Xue’s head. But how did he know that Mr. Xue had never been a fuel-efficient lamp.
"Comrade Luo Mingfei, I remember five days ago, I said, 'All actions are under my command.' Since you are not going to follow my command, then take a break for now and wait until I am done with my work. Vice President Pei
, the work of the publishing house is up to you for the time being!"
Xue Xiang's voice was cold, and after he finished speaking, he yawned, as if he was saying something trivial and commonplace, but the low murmurs coming from all around truly represented how surprised everyone was.
“Mr.
Appointed by the Ministry, what authority do you have to suspend me?" In an instant, Luo Mingfei exploded.
Xue Xiang glanced at him and said: "First of all, what I said is to give you a holiday, not to suspend you. Secondly, if you have any objections, you can report it directly to the Propaganda Department or the school party committee. That's it.
.”
Since Luo Mingfei jumped out again and again, Xue Xiang didn't mind using him as a sacrificial flag. I believe that until Xue failed, no one would dare to jump out and criticize him. Otherwise, the first person to defend him would probably be Zhou Da.
Secretary.
After that, Xue Xiang asked everyone to disperse, and called the chief officers of the three major departments, and they all headed towards the office where the publishing house was located, without even looking at Luo Mingfei, who was already furious and ashamed.
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“The great geographical discovery around 1500 AD opened the historical curtain of dialogue and competition between different countries. As a result, the path to the rise of great powers has a global coordinate.
Over the past five hundred years, on the stage of human modernization, nine world powers have emerged one after another, namely Portugal, Spain, the Netherlands, the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Japan, Russia and the United States.
The stories of the rise and fall of these great powers have left behind their own unique development paths and experiences and lessons, which inspire today and influence the future..."
"...The vast majority of historians believe that around 1500 AD was an important watershed in human history. From that time on, human history can be called world history in the true sense. Before that,
Human beings live on several isolated and independent continents. No one on any continent can know exactly whether the earth is square or round, and almost everyone on every continent thinks that they live in the world.
The center of..."
"... Conquest begins with being conquered. For more than two thousand years from the 11th century BC to the 11th century AD, wars continued on the Iberian Peninsula. This land was successively occupied by the Romans, Germans and Moors.
People conquer. Just like the bullfighters who are desperate for their own lives, the people living on this land have never stopped fighting against the invaders. To this day, we can still clearly feel the pursuit of excitement that seems to be rooted in our genes.
Love the passion for adventure......"
In the office of the president of Peking University, Zhou Shuren read out these sentences almost at a trot. He was holding the latest issue of "Weiming Lakeside" in his hand. His legs were moving rapidly, and it was hard to tell whether he was walking fast.
He was still trotting, his face was flushed, his eye sockets were slightly bulging, his big eyes seemed to be half hanging in the air, and his clear Mandarin with a thick Shaanxi accent was so loud.
At first, Feng You thought Principal Zhou was sick and was very frightened. But after he calmed down and listened to a few passages recited by Principal Zhou, his heart calmed down. Without saying a word, he rushed out of the door. Soon,
He rushed back with a copy of "Unnamed Lakeside", sat back in his seat, and started reading.
In this way, in the large principal's office, an old man and a young man, one reciting and the other silently observing, actually reached a kind of harmony between movement and stillness. Time passed slowly, and after an unknown period of time, Principal Zhou's long recitation finally stopped.
When I came down, I saw him suddenly moving to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out from the window. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and sighed: "What a great country has risen, what a maritime age!"
ps: Everyone has been comatose this week. I’m really sorry for everyone. It’s been three days since I adjusted my biological clock, but it still can’t be adjusted. I fall asleep at noon and rely on horror movies to keep me awake until nine in the evening. But every time
I woke up at three o'clock in the middle of the night. It's terrible! Adjust it again. Once it's done, you must write it carefully! I'm sorry!