Lin Cheng sighed and said: It's okay if I know why. Come on, if she doesn't want to, forget it. We'll find a way later.
Don't force anything, just follow Li Siyu's wishes.
Lin Yan thought for a while and said in a deep voice: It's okay now, but it may not be as good after a while. Be careful about your black market and don't get yourself involved.
Lin Cheng knew what was going on. He nodded and said: Don't worry, I know this well.
Lin Yan also understood that he was a relatively cautious person, so he trusted him to go into the black market. But things are no longer like before, and he has to be careful in everything he does.
As long as you know how to do it. Lin Yan said slowly: Mayor Zhu's transfer order has been issued to you. I guess you may not be able to go downstairs.
Lin Cheng didn't react after hearing this. He really didn't have that much need for these things, but now he had someone he wanted to protect.
Let's talk about it then. Lin Cheng stood up and said: "The Feng family remember to poke it so that they don't have time to whistle."
That Feng family is so mean in everything they do, it's really disgusting.
Lin Yan smiled and nodded, don't worry.
The Feng family has been encountering enemies everywhere recently. Everyone in the family has their noses turned upward, and no one is calm.
Lin Yan planned to observe them for a while, and then take action when no one was around to deal with them.
The two chatted for a while before they separated.
Li Siyu went to work the next day and wrote an article for a blackboard newspaper, which quoted the instructions of the top leadership.
They are all written around the life and work of mine workers, which makes people read passionately.
Who doesn't know how to write a composition? What's more, as long as there are a few words from leaders, it will be even more different.
Li Siyu handed the manuscript to Director Zheng. There was no one in her office and she hadn't come to work yet.
What are you doing? Ma Lingling looked at her suspiciously and asked.
Li Siyu smiled and sat in his seat with a manuscript.
Xu Weihong glanced at her and sneered, but she knew what kind of flowers Li Siyu could write after graduating from junior high school?
Director Zheng has not come out of the office since he went to work, and I don't know if he saw him or not.
Li Siyu didn't ask. After all, he was the director and was busy, so it would be bad to go there.
Just wait quietly.
When she got off work at noon, Li Siyu was called to the office by Director Zheng.
There was no one outside, everyone had left.
Li Siyu entered the room and saw that what she was holding was the manuscript she had handed in.
Did you write this? There was a question on her face.
Li Siyu nodded, I wrote it.
What does she mean? She has already signed it, so why are you asking her?
Is it possible that someone else can write for her? Just kidding.
Director Zheng really didn't think she could write such a high-level article.
Indeed, there is a level.
Nowadays, those who can write articles go to state-run newspapers. Where can anyone stay in a place like this?
Li Siyu stood in front of her desk with a smile, making Director Zheng have to look at her again.
I originally thought that Zhang Xuewen transferred her to the labor union because her writing skills were not good enough.
But this time the manuscript made her feel that this was not the case at all.
Thinking about it, if there really weren't two strokes of brush, how could it have been possible to overthrow the former college student secretary.
It seems that he offended someone, so he was transferred to the labor union.
With this in mind, Director Zheng looked at the manuscript in his hand again.
It's really well written.
Li Siyu was not in a hurry and just stood there waiting. Anyway, she thought her writing was very good, at least much better than those on the blackboard.
I will publish this article in the blackboard tomorrow. It is very good. Director Zheng looked at her with appreciation on her face and thought this little girl was very good.
Director Zheng has been in the trade union for so many years and is not afraid of offending people. She is a person who appreciates talented people very much.
No matter what this person does or what his character is, as long as he is capable, she will not target him.
Is that okay? Li Siyu had a surprised expression on his face, as if he had heard a great honor.
I wrote this manuscript because I was inspired by quotes from the mine and the leaders. I submitted it because I wanted Director Zheng to give me some advice.
Is this really okay?
Li Siyu said it very modestly, and did not forget to give Director Zheng a swipe of his beard.
When Director Zheng asked her for advice, he smiled and said: Xiao Li, your writing is very good and your citations are also very good. There is no need to revise it.
She knows that modesty is a good thing, otherwise a compliment will go up to heaven, and she won't be able to help.
Okay, Director Zheng, you can make up your mind. I don’t know much about it either. Li Siyu lowered her head in embarrassment and grabbed the corner of her clothes.
Director Zheng laughed when he saw her like this.
Li Siyu's behavior was neither arrogant nor petty, which made her think he was quite a good person.
Go back first.
She had an idea in her mind and let her go first.
Li Siyu was in a particularly happy mood for the rest of the afternoon.
Why pleasure?
What she can be sure of is that she will no longer have to run out to work, and it will be safe to sit in an office.
The next day, the blackboard newspaper indeed changed the article written by her.
The signature below is Li Siyu, a trade union cadre.
Workers going to and from get off work can all be seen.
The blackboard newspaper quoted the chairman's words, praising the frontline workers for their hard work, and providing words of encouragement to them.
The workers who watched were all in tears and felt very excited.
And they all began to prepare to work overtime and produce more.
The words on the blackboard made the workers in the mine feel good.
After all, you sympathize with their hard work, praise them, and praise them. Who can be unhappy?
OK, Mr. Li, I didn’t realize that his writing skills are so good. When Ma Lingling arrived at the office, she praised Li Siyu.
Li Siyu smiled and said: How can it be as powerful as you said?
No, it's just a few quotations from the chairman, is that all? Xu Weihong said sourly from the side.
She also saw it when she came to work. She was very enthusiastic about it at the time, but when she saw the signature below, she immediately became cold.
Could this writing be written by someone who graduated from junior high school? It doesn’t look like it.
No matter how jealous she felt, Xu Weihong felt that she couldn't write.
It seemed quite simple, but when she thought about how to quote or praise, she felt like she couldn't write it out.
How could Ma Lingling not know that she was speaking harshly?
She smiled and said: No, I can't write such a simple quote. Can cadre Xu write it? Can you also write one tomorrow? Let me see.
You. Xu Weihong looked at her, but couldn't say that she couldn't write it.
But she didn't want to write it. If others didn't use it, she would be embarrassed.
If Xu Weihong knew she was not good enough, she would not stick her face out to be beaten.
Hum. She snorted coldly and stopped talking to Ma Lingling.