Chapter 51 Don't talk about common people, but about ghosts and gods
Xue Xiang slandered, the old man was just venting his personal anger! The certificate you gave him only said that he was a special candidate. Even a fool would know that he went to the grave to burn newspapers - who knows how much authority the fool has? Xue Xiang was dissatisfied at first, then thought about it, and then
I'm so happy, since the old man is angry, I won't fight
, isn’t this a disguised authorization? If you have an advantage, don’t take advantage of the bastard.
Well, just follow your boss's instructions." After that, he turned around and left.
Xue Xiang strode to the bamboo forest and pine formation, and shouted: "Old An has an order, bring brothers from the same class to cooperate with me." He blatantly gave orders in front of the old man and pretended to pass on the imperial edict.
As soon as Xue Xiang finished speaking, there was a commotion in the bamboo forest, the pine formation, the roof, the eaves, and even the flower garden. After a while, more than a hundred people appeared in front of him. I really don't know how they hid. More than a hundred people quickly
They formed a queue, stood at attention, saluted, and said: "Please give instructions, chief!"
This is not a squad, it's almost a company. These guys have been lurking all day long, and the guards have been suffocating for a long time. They all want to go out with Xue Xiang to do tasks. Anyway, Xue Xiang didn't name which squad he wanted.
One by one, they shamelessly pushed forward, regardless of what the commander in the distance thought.
Now it was Xue Xiang's turn to be dumbfounded. He didn't know their number or establishment at all. Although he was sure that all of these guards were the elite of the elite, it would be difficult to call them or not. An Lao
When the general heard Xue Xiang falsely conveying the imperial edict in the pavilion, he was not angry, but he did not expect that Xue Xiang wanted to
A class of people actually got out of a company. The old man immediately lost his dignity. Why am I so unpopular with you, and everyone wants to slip out? Later, when he saw Xue Xiang embarrassed in the place, the old man found it funny again.
, it depends on how you arrange it, your mouth is clean, your work is weak, and you offend others.
Xue Xiang looked at the rows of tall and straight soldiers in camouflage uniforms in front of him. They were all energetic and full of hope. It was really difficult for him to choose. He wanted to name the tallest ones. At a glance, everyone seemed to be of average height.
I'm afraid a person's stature must be measured with a ruler to tell the difference; when he wanted to say which squad of soldiers came out, he didn't know whether their combat units were divided by squads. Xue Xianghao
Zhen scratched his head, his eyes suddenly fell on the soldiers' equipment, and he immediately took notice. He shouted: "Soldiers carrying submachine guns come out, and the rest will disperse and return to their original positions." There was a sudden order.
After the scattered retreat, only a dozen or so warriors with slight rushes on their backs stayed in place and paid attention to Xue Xiang. Everyone who got the opportunity was extremely excited and could finally go out and do some activities.
After selecting the soldiers, Xue Xiang assigned the squad leader and deputy squad leader for this operation. After making arrangements, he called the two soldiers to the small car squad and drove the old man's motorcade to the front door to wait. At this moment, he simply pretended to be the best in the end, and also enjoyed a bit of humiliation.
The treatment of the chief.
The old general had already expected that with Xue Xiang's cleverness, it would not be too difficult to solve the personnel arrangement matter. What he didn't expect was that this guy glared at him and didn't even say hello.
They drove away. The familiar roar sounded. The old man's cholesterol instantly rose. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but yell at the top of his lungs: "You bastard, you're using chicken feathers as arrows!"
Lao Wang on the side looked at it, a little funny. Just now you said that people use command arrows as chicken feathers. I think that boy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He is probably just waiting for you to scold him. The smile at the corner of Lao Wang's mouth was caught by Hua Shuai.
, the old man knocked on the table and said: "Xiao Wang, what are you enjoying, watching my old man's jokes?"
Lao Wang quickly said seriously: "Chief, how dare I, I just feel... I think you are a bit..." Lao Wang hesitated and said half of the sentence...
The old man said displeasedly: "I can't explain what she looks like like a girl. Don't you think I'm too kind to that boy? Is there anything bad to say?"
Lao Wang nodded and admitted that what the old general said was almost the same as what Lao Wang wanted to express, but the two words in Lao Wang's heart were better than what the old general said. He felt that the old general was not too good to Xue Xiang, but doted on him.
General An continued: "Tell me why I value him alone?"
Lao Wang thought for a while and said: "Talents are rare!"
The old man sneered: "Slippery, it's like I didn't say it. How could I value a straw bag? However, he got the point right. This guy seems to be playful and cunning like a child, but in fact he is thoughtful and extremely intelligent. Especially for those who are against him.
zz sensitivity, simple
He has always been terrifyingly sharp. I compare him with Gan Luo and Yan Shifan, not Miao Zan. This guy is just a combination of the two. He can detect the coming of a strong wind from the bottom of Qingping. This kind of ability is not that of a young man. He is simply a young man.
A long-standing official and an old thief."
Lao Wang was shocked by General An's words. The old general had met countless people in his life, and he had never seen a young man or even a middle-aged man get such a high evaluation from his old man. Lao Wang was a little unbelievable and went forward to give him a refill.
Tea, said: "Chief, are you a little heavy-handed?
Yes, I admit that he is very smart and clever, but I don’t find any difference between him and ordinary young men. Look, he rashly came to hold something in his arms at noon and begged you to help his uncle solve the problem. No, it’s not the same.
Is it possible? This is not a mature approach."
General An snorted and said: "You are short-sighted, do you think the main purpose of his coming here is for his uncle? This is just one of the purposes he wants to achieve. His main purpose is to miss him to the old man.
Those crooked lines of poetry are intended to tell me that he has a clear understanding of the current situation. He is like a jade in a coffin asking for a good price, and a hairpin in the box waiting to fly."
Lao Wang is skilled in secretarial and security services, but lacks an overall view of the trend of zz. The old general's words aroused Lao Wang's curiosity: "Even if he sees the current political situation clearly, what role can a child like him play?
It’s just a matter of watching the fire from the other side and watching the excitement.”
The old man loves and hates Lao Wang. Lao Wang is meticulous in his work and rarely makes mistakes. He is a secretary and a security guard, which is nothing to say. But occasionally chatting with him, especially with zz, his slowness
It was almost dumbfounding. The old man pointed to the stone bench beside the stone table, motioned for Lao Wang to sit down, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are destined to be a secretary in this life. I am really worried about you going out to stand alone.
"
Lao Wang scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "It's good to be your secretary. When one day you don't need me anymore, I'll go back to my hometown and farm for a while. That's also good."
The old general smiled happily and said: "When have I ever made an honest person suffer? Don't worry, I have thought about your future. I will stay in the General Administration in the future, wherever is suitable for you."
Lao Wang nodded excitedly. He didn’t want to talk about this heavy topic. Time is a cruel topic to the elderly. He seemed to be worried that during the conversation, the old man in front of him would age rapidly or even die. He changed the subject and said, "You haven’t said anything yet.
What is Xue Xiaozi’s intention?”
The old general said: "It's very simple, use my old man as a bridge. As you said just now, he can only watch the fire from the other side and cry out. However, with my old man as a bridge, he will step across and sideways." The old man is worthy of his honor.
As people age, they become better, and it hits the right note.
After Lao Wang knew Xue Xiang's plan, he gasped. How big a kid is he? He is so deep-minded. Do you dare to interfere in a game of this level? Lao Wang was still a little confused: "
Why are you willing to pave the way for him?"
"The reason is very simple. The road ahead is vast and I can't see where it is. I hope he really is my Gan Luo." Old General An sighed...
"What you said is too serious. You can't even see clearly, and he, a child, can't see clearly." Lao Wang was more surprised today than he had been in half his life. The old general said that the road is too heavy, and it concerns a country.
Fifty-six ethnic groups and more than one billion people.
"I don't know if he can see clearly. At least he is a sensible person. There are not many sensible people nowadays." The old general looked up at the sky. The bright moon in the sky was like a plate, spreading the clear light. He suddenly smiled, as if
While muttering to himself: "It's funny to say that I am putting my hope in childishness, but my old man is really old. Xiao Wang, do you believe in fate?" He suddenly asked such a taboo question.
Lao Wang was beyond shocked. He really didn't understand how the old leader, who had believed in Marxism-Leninism all his life, could raise a question like whether he believed in fate or not. Although he had doubts in his mind, Lao Wang still didn't ask, and only answered truthfully:
"Believe!" is a very short and powerful word. In front of the old leader, he does not need to hide his true thoughts. Lao Wang has studied the works and theories of Marx, Engels, Leans, and Ling, and he also feels that they say
makes sense,
But it did not overturn the simple fatalism in his heart. He kept asking why these people have become great people. Is it just because of their talent and hard work? No, there are people who are more talented and work a hundred times harder than them.
In so many cases, why those people were immersed in the long river of history, unknown and turned into dust. Their theories cannot explain it at all, but Lao Wang's grandmother gave a clear explanation, and the answer was: fate.
The old general was not surprised by Lao Wang's answer. He did not avoid or taboo this topic like most party members at this time. At his level and age, he has experienced too much and seen too much. The old man knows
What is publicity and what is the need of zz? The old man said nothing, lit a cigarette, sat under the breeze and the bright moon, enjoying the rare tranquility.
Lao Wang smelled the smell of cigarettes and did not remind him to smoke less as usual. He was still thinking about why Lao An suddenly asked this question. The seeds of curiosity took root and sprouted in his heart. He broke the silence with a voice: "Chief, this
Is there any connection with Xue Xiaozi?"
General An puffed out his smoke and said with a smile: "How can it be so mysterious? I thought of something and found it interesting. I asked questions when I was interested."
"What's the matter?" Lao Wang broke the casserole.
"After playing chess all my life, no matter how badly I lost, I have only been skinned naked by two people. Once today, and once in the cave dwelling forty years ago." The old general smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Who won the chess game?" The old general said solemnly. Old Wang was shocked when he heard it. He had already guessed it in his heart, and his voice trembled in fear.
"You guessed it, why bother asking." The old man glared at him.
"You don't think that Mr. Xue can grow old with him..."
Old Wang was interrupted by the laughter of the old general in the middle of his words: "Hahaha, Xiao Wang, you can really relate to this, it's ridiculous. I just think it's quite interesting. After all, skinning a pig naked is not a good thing. I remember it deeply."
Lao Wang did not continue to ask. The old general used "fate" as a metaphor. What he could say would be boring and uninteresting.
The old general and the old Wang were drinking tea and chatting under the moonlight. They were extremely leisurely, but Xue Xiang's side was extremely lively.