Liu Ziguang suddenly smiled and said: "Old principal, with you as my brother, the problem of demolition of the school can be easily solved."
Principal Lao Wang shook his head and said, "He is a Beijing official and cannot take care of local affairs."
Liu Ziguang lowered his voice and said, "Zheng Jeff has been appointed as the head of the provincial party committee of our Jiangdong Province. You don't know yet?"
This time, Principal Lao Wang showed no surprise at all. He took a puff of cigarette and said, "It's time for Jeff to come down and exercise. Being in charge of government and benefiting the people is his long-cherished wish when he was young."
Liu Ziguang refused to give up and induced: "Didn't you tell me last time that you would resolutely defend the school and resist demolition? This is a good opportunity. You just need to say hello to your brother. Let alone save the school, we are Gaotupo."
The demolition is also possible."
Principal Lao Wang shook his head: "No, Jeff has just taken up his new post and is not familiar with local government affairs. It would be unwise to cause him trouble at this time. Besides, hasn't the demolition been stopped now? Or should it be passed?"
It is better to solve the problem through normal organizational procedures.”
Liu Ziguang knew the temper of Principal Lao Wang. Although the old man was usually very kind, he was stubborn about the things he believed in. He stopped mentioning the matter and stood up to admire the bookshelf. The solid wood bookshelf that reached the ceiling was full of books of all kinds.
Each of these classics has its cover wrapped in kraft paper, with the title and author written in writing on the side, and the bookshelves are also marked by categories. It can be said that Principal Wang's home is simply a small library.
After Liu Ziguang admired it for a while, he praised: "Principal Wang, you have a lot of inventory, and there are also many treasures from before liberation."
When talking about his collection of books, Principal Wang became energetic and took out a French-Chinese dictionary to show off: "Look at this."
Liu Ziguang took the dictionary and looked at the back cover first. It was the 1917 edition of the Commercial Press. The price was one yuan and a half, which was equivalent to one and a half silver dollars. The price was not cheap at that time. Looking at the title page, he saw the words "Xu Zhimo" written in flying colors.
"Three words.
Liu Ziguang was stunned and asked: "Didn't Xu Zhimo study in the United States? I heard that his English is not bad, and he also served as Rabindranath Tagore's translator. What are you doing learning French?"
Principal Lao Wang smiled proudly: "Xu Zhimo dabbled in a wide range of subjects when he was studying at Peking University. He studied Japanese, English, and French. In order to better read the original period, look at this signature, the handwriting is still slightly
It's immature and lacks the wildness of a poet. Please read this one again." As he said this, Principal Lao Wang carefully took down another booklet from the bookshelf, with "A Night in Feilengcui" written on the kraft paper cover.
"This is Xu Zhimo's second collection of poems. The handwriting has the flavor of a real poet. Look." Open the title page and there is a pen calligraphy on it: "To my dear friend Sanyu brother, Zhimo."
Seeing Liu Ziguang's puzzled expression, Principal Lao Wang explained: "Sanyu is my father's name. At that time, he also founded radical publications and had contacts with Xu Zhimo, Lu Xun, Liang Shiqiu, Yu Dafu, Guo Moruo and other literati. This book
This collection of poems was given to my father by Mr. Xu Zhimo."
Liu Ziguang's eyes almost popped out of his head. He didn't expect that Principal Lao Wang's family background was so prominent. Principal Lao Wang's character was passed down.
Principal Lao Wang was somewhat satisfied with the surprise shown by his students. He put out the cigarette butts, felt that the cigarette box was empty, and unpacked the cigarette that Liu Ziguang sent him, lit one and started smoking.
After taking a sip, he praised: "This cigarette is good, soft and mellow. Next time, bring me two." He took out fifty yuan and gave it to Liu Ziguang, and added: "I am old and have a bad memory. Money comes first."
I’ll give it to you so you can forget about it later.”
Liu Ziguang collected the money unceremoniously and said, "Principal Wang, you have spent so many years of salary on these books. These books must be worth a lot of money."
Principal Wang puffed away and said: "That's right, this is my life's hard work, but the most valuable part of the collection was collected by Jeff for me. After all, I am in a small place like Jiangbei City, and my conditions are limited, such as this
Several original Russian novels were bought for me by Jeff when he was a diplomat in the Soviet Union. These French books were bought at a flea market by the Seine River. These Dunhuang mural rubbings were purchased from the British
It was copied from the museum, and there is this...this..."
After hearing this, Liu Ziguang felt confident. Although the relationship between Secretary Zheng and Principal Wang was not very close, it could not be said that the relationship between brothers was weak. He could only say that he judged a gentleman with caution.
, If nothing else, just say that the value of the books collected by Secretary Zheng for his brother is definitely beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
If you are an ordinary official, after you take office, you would like to have your whole family, relatives, nephews, and nephews contract projects and resell land, and everyone will make a lot of money. Little do they know that while they are getting rich, they have also laid the foundation for their own trouble.
A close friend is like a younger brother. The life that Principal Lao Wang longs for is not a BMW car or a charming girl in a villa. Just a book, a pack of cigarettes, an old deck chair and the afternoon sunshine are enough, plus the satisfaction of having students all over the world.
This life is worth living.
"With such a precious collection of books, you keep smoking in your hand all day long. If you light it, it will be in trouble." Liu Ziguang joked.
Principal Lao Wang waved his hand nonchalantly: "No, these Piaotian Literature Bar, Game Room and the like."
Hearing Liu Ziguang's words, Principal Lao Wang's eyes lit up, he grabbed the words and said, "Really? I've had this idea for a long time, you can't tease me."
Liu Ziguang smiled and said: "Looking at what you said, I take it seriously."
…
After returning home, Liu Ziguang and Li Wan analyzed the matter carefully. Secretary Zheng was a border official sent by the central government. He should never be viewed as an ordinary person. It was right to work hard on Principal Lao Wang, but he was not careful.
It will be self-defeating, and things that could have been accomplished will not be accomplished.
After all, officialdom is different from the military. The large-scale development offended Mr. Guo, an old comrade of Deputy Commander Luo of the military region. The military's response was direct, brutal and effective, but the officialdom was different, even if Principal Wang really went to his brother who was the secretary.
No matter what, Secretary Zheng would not directly interfere with local government affairs in Jiangbei City, let alone order a crackdown on a real estate development company.
Officialdom is all about game, balance, and detours. A simple-minded official will never reach such a high position. Looking at Secretary Zheng's resume, it is even more difficult. He is a son with unlimited glory, but he lost his father when he was young and suffered all the humiliation.
, has gone through many hardships, received higher education, and has experience in studying abroad and working abroad. He has long served as a leader in various central ministries and commissions. His political achievements are quite outstanding. He is a low-key and modest person, but when necessary, he can show his sharpness and be decisive.
, can such a person be simple?
He is a senior intellectual with a red background and has been working in the center of power for a long time. What this person lacks is just experience in local politics. At the beginning of the year, the central government appointed and transferred some provincial and ministerial level officials. The outside world reacted greatly, thinking that this was the layout of the central government.
This can also be used to judge the brilliance of Zheng Jeff's official career.
"Our two major goals are to solve the problem of high soil slopes and to help Mayor Zhou solve the problem of becoming a regular official. These two things originally seemed almost out of reach, but now it seems that they are not so
Difficult, because we have a secret weapon, Principal Lao Wang." Li Wan said confidently, spinning the pen in his hand.
"No chance. Principal Lao Wang is unwilling to come forward and cause trouble to his younger brother. Even if we work in a roundabout way and encourage Mayor Zhou to help Principal Wang establish a library, I am afraid that the purpose behind it will be seen through by Zheng Jeff at a glance. These small actions and cleverness of ours
, in the eyes of these treacherous and cunning officials, they are nothing more than child’s play.”
Li Wan smiled softly, nodded Liu Ziguang's head and said: "Even if there is no such relationship, why don't you help Principal Wang? As long as you have a clear conscience when doing things, let's do our own thing and don't publicize it in a big way, Zheng Jeff
Naturally, he has his information channels, and he will always know what he needs to know, do you understand?"
Liu Ziguang smiled: "Mr. Li, you know these officials very well."
Li Wan smiled as bright as a flower and said calmly: "My father also works in the capital, and I have been exposed to it since I was a child."
Liu Ziguang then remembered that Li Wan was not a native of Jiangbei. She usually spoke standard Mandarin and occasionally had some capital accent. Could it be that Li Wan also had a shocking family background?
"Really? Dad is a very big official, right?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"In the capital, it is common for bureau-level cadres to ride bicycles or squeeze into the subway to work. My father is one of them, and...when I graduated from college and decided to follow Xiaocheng's father to Jiangbei for development, I severed ties with them.
…”
Liu Ziguang stood up, gently stroked Li Wan's long hair, and comforted this determined and lonely woman. After a long time, he finally made a decision that was in line with his own characteristics.
"A library must be established, and investment must be increased to build a library building for Jiangbei City and even the entire Jiangdong Province. It not only has a collection of books, but also a bookstore, an electronic reading room, etc. We must use this as an opportunity to change the culture of Jiangbei City
The desert gets a bad rap.”
Li Wan looked confused, but soon understood and said happily: "I fully support you. This is not only a matter of helping Principal Wang fulfill his long-cherished wish, but also a public welfare undertaking that benefits the country and the people, and...
It’s not necessarily profitable. Tell me, which place do you like? Our Zhicheng Group paid for it to be photographed.”
"The splendid old site, this place is big and grand enough, and a library can be built to stop the evil influence left by Yan Jinlong and others without the group's funding. I will handle this matter."
Liu Ziguang waved his hand with extraordinary magnanimity. Li Wan couldn't help but feel a little confused when looking at him. This man was indeed a hero in his mind, and his actions were generous.