When Meng Xiaodong heard what Li Tianyi said, he suddenly realized. He gave Li Tianyi a thumbs up and said, "Boss, you are still the best."
Li Tianyi smiled and waved his hands, and said: "Actually, it's nothing. When you have more experience in officialdom, you will naturally understand these things. Do you think Zhou Shaoqiang can't see that I am deliberately following his ideas?
?"
Meng Xiaodong's eyes widened again and he said: "Boss, could it be that Zhou Shaoqiang has already figured it out?"
Li Tianyi smiled and said: "According to normal logic, he should be able to see it."
Meng Xiaodong became even more puzzled and asked: "Boss, since he can see it, why do you continue to pretend to be crazy and act stupid?"
Li Tianyi smiled and said: "Sometimes people are like this. He always thinks that everything about others is under his control, especially people like Zhou Shaoqiang who have already stood in a certain position. They are all extremely smart.
Now that he has seen that I am pretending to be crazy and following his ideas, he will definitely think that I only have some cleverness. In fact, in his opinion, these little clevernesses of mine are just tricks.
It’s impossible to get on the stage at all. Therefore, even if he sees it, he will definitely think that I am not smart enough and not as wise as him. Furthermore, he will still relax his vigilance against us. There is a certain logical relationship in this. "
After Li Tianyi finished speaking, Meng Xiaodong sighed and said, "Boss, I'm really intimidated by the world of men like you. I'm just wondering, why do you have so many evil thoughts?"
Li Tianyi smiled bitterly and said: "Men, there is endless joy in fighting against the sky, endless joy in fighting against the earth, and endless joy in fighting against people. What we Chinese men are best at is fighting. For thousands of years,
The civilization of the Chinese nation can last forever because of struggle. And the history of Chinese civilization can also be seen as a drama of struggle. Whether it is the emperors of Qin, Han, Wu or the ancestors of Tang and Song, everyone is Chinese.
An actor in this struggle drama in civilization. Sun Tzu's Art of War and Thirty-Six Strategies were born out of this continuous struggle.
Many times we will say that war is cruel, and each of us hates war. But sometimes you cannot help but affirm the positive role that war plays in the process of transformation and development of our world."
When Li Tianyi said this, he patted his forehead and said: "Oh, that's a bit far. What I mean is that struggle is a means of natural selection for human beings. Whether it is political struggle, ideological struggle, or
The purpose of military struggle is to preserve oneself and defeat others.
Therefore, as men, each of us must constantly arm ourselves with all kinds of knowledge. Because as a man, you are faced with competition with other people all the time. Only by constantly improving and transforming yourself can you
To survive in this highly competitive world.”
Meng Xiaodong smiled bitterly when he heard this and said, "It seems that you men are living a really tiring life."
At this moment, a burst of singing came from the radio in the car:
Being a man is not afraid of wind and rain
In order to live without fear of hardship and fatigue
Chasing for money day after day
Treat the bitterness in your heart as delicious food
I think you can feel me
Understand who I am working so hard for
When you are rich, you complain that no one is with you
When you have no money, you want to fly by yourself
Men are just tired Men are just tired
Everyone on earth knows that I live a miserable life
Women are roses and thorny buds
Let me taste the bitterness of love
Men are just tired Men are just tired
The whole world knows that I am tired of making money
I can’t exchange my sweat for your comfort
Is this the crime of a criminal committed by a man?
I think you can feel me
Understand who I am working hard for
Listening to this song, Meng Xiaodong seemed to have a sudden realization. He looked at Li Tianyi and asked: "Boss, does this song express the inner voice of you men?"
Li Tianyi pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Although I don't agree with some of the views in this song, one thing cannot be denied, that is, in today's society, we men are indeed very tired. Everyone is thinking about
Fight for your own ideals, career and love."
Meng Xiaodong suddenly asked: "Boss, what are you fighting for?"
Li Tianyi smiled and said: "Of course it is for my ideal career and love."
"What is your ideal?" Meng Xiaodong then asked.
"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations, this is my ideal." When Li Tianyi spoke, his eyes were filled with blazing flames. These four sentences were written when he was a child.
It was a concept that his father instilled in him when he was educating him. This was also an ideal of his father at that time.
When he thought of this, Li Tianyi's eyes suddenly became wet. Because when his father went up the mountain to collect medicine for him to go to school, he lost his footing and slipped off the cliff, falling to pieces. Li Tianyi will never forget the moment when he saw his father's body.
, how painful his heart was. It was precisely because of this pain that Li Tianyi engraved his father's ideal in his heart forever as the goal he pursued persistently. He must use his own efforts and
Work hard to help his father realize his dream, which is also the goal he has strived for throughout his life.
Especially as he grew older, Li Tianyi felt more and more how great his father's goal was.
The process of realization was difficult, but Li Tianyi never chose to give up, because he hoped that his father would be alive in heaven and could see that his son was working hard to fulfill his ideals.
Meng Xiaodong also seemed to see the change in boss Li Tianyi's mood at this moment, and she fell silent.
The song "Man" on the radio was still playing because he was tired. Lao Wang had already started the car and drove towards the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, outside the residential building where Feng Xiaodong's home is located, wreaths are placed one after another. At the door of the unit building, black curtains, paper people, paper horses, paper floors, paper TVs and other paper objects have been placed.
Luxury goods fill the open space outside the community.
Low and sad music was playing in the community.
Feng Xiaodong's home is on the first floor. It is a suite with 3 bedrooms and 1 living room, with a total area of more than 170 square meters.
In the living room, Feng Xiaodong was lying in the coffin in the center.
Vice Mayor Zhou Shaoqiang stood at the door, presiding over the memorial ceremony. Although it was already late at night, there was an endless stream of people coming to pay homage to Feng Xiaodong. Because Vice Mayor Zhou Shaoqiang was here, many people came to pay homage to Feng Xiaodong. What they saw was not
Feng Xiaodong’s face is Zhou Shaoqiang’s face.
On one side of the coffin facing the door, Feng Xiaodong's wife and daughter, dressed in white and wearing a white cloth on their heads, knelt in front of the coffin and returned the favor one by one to those who came to pay their respects. Both of them had already burst into tears.
Although in the eyes of many outsiders, Feng Xiaodong is a corrupt official, for their mother and daughter, Feng Xiaodong is the backbone of their family. Now that Feng Xiaodong is gone, the backbone of their family is broken, and their family has collapsed.
At this moment, the mother and daughter were in a daze. They looked at the people coming and going and just returned the favor in a dull manner.
The crowd paying homage was gone by around 11 p.m.
At this time, Zhou Qilin strode in from outside. He came here today because he had something to discuss with Zhou Shaoqiang.
But when he walked into the door and saw the mother and daughter of the Feng family kneeling behind the coffin, his eyes froze. His eyes fell on Feng Xiaodong's daughter, Feng Huihui.
At this moment, Feng Huihui was dressed in white from top to bottom, and even her face looked a little pale and haggard. At this moment, standing from Zhou Qilin's perspective, looking at Feng Huihui under the light, he felt
I saw Lin Daiyu as if she were still alive.
Feng Huihui was naturally beautiful, with fair skin. Coupled with her white body and pale and haggard face, she had a somewhat sickly beauty.
The moment he saw Feng Huihui, Zhou Qilin felt that his heart was taken away by something. Uncontrollable desires soon rose in his eyes. His eyes lingered on Feng Huihui's body.
, and did not move away for a long time.
Zhou Shaoqiang naturally knew what kind of virtue his son had. He immediately looked at Zhou Qilin with a straight face and said, "What's the matter with you coming here?"
Zhou Qilin said to Zhou Shaoqiang: "Dad, please come out. I have something to discuss with you alone."
Zhou Shaoqiang followed Zhou Qilin out and found a secluded corner. Zhou Qilin lowered his voice and said: "According to some gossip on the Internet, the mattress at Feng Xiaodong's house is covered with cash. Although the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection is still
They didn't come, but that doesn't mean they won't take action in the future. Do you think we should arrange this matter in advance, so that if the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection comes to investigate, the Feng family won't be able to tell clearly."
Zhou Shaoqiang frowned and thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "You can't move now. After all, there are many relatives of the Feng family in the house. And the Feng family seems to take this matter very seriously. Feng Xiaodong has always been in Feng Xiaodong's room.
The relatives of the family are guarding there. I think we shouldn’t worry about this matter. Whether Feng Xiaodong is a corrupt official or not, it has nothing to do with us. What I want to show now is just my feelings for Feng Xiaodong.
My emotions and care for his family. I am just acting for others, for those who are attached to me. The Feng family is just a prop for my acting."
Zhou Qilin nodded and said: "Dad, I understand. I think it's already past 11 o'clock now, and you have been tired for a day. You can go back. I will keep an eye on the rest. Tomorrow morning you will
I have to rush over early to attend the cremation ceremony."
When Zhou Shaoqiang heard what his son said, there was a look of relief in his eyes. Now that his son has grown up, he knows that he feels sorry for him. He is very satisfied.
Zhou Shaoqiang nodded and said: "Okay, then you will be here to watch on my behalf tonight. I will come over early tomorrow morning, and I will personally preside over the ceremony tomorrow morning."
Then the father and son returned to the Feng family again. Zhou Shaoqiang said goodbye to everyone, and said that he would let his son Zhou Qilin stay here and continue to help the Feng family with their funeral affairs. The Feng family did not object, so Zhou Qilin stayed.
However, Zhou Shaoqiang never expected that he would regret it for the rest of his life because of his decision tonight.