The writing comes from the pen, and there are tens of thousands of words.
But at the end of writing, Zhou Qingfeng tore up the manuscript again and threw the revised manuscript into the wastebasket. What he wrote was all nonsense and worthless.
"No more writing, go home and rest."
Waving to signal the two girls around him to leave, Zhou Qingfeng leaned heavily on the office chair. Lin Wan and Huang Li stayed up late with him, but they didn't expect that the old man would give up.
"Social reform is much more difficult than technological innovation. I am using a capitalist approach to one-size-fits-all, and I am already standing on the edge of a cliff and can go no further.
Blindly wailing and moaning will only annoy people. My black-faced thunderous methods have been used up, so I have to change to a white-faced one to show my bodhisattva heart."
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head tiredly, closing his eyes slightly and not wanting to speak any more.
As a secretary, Lin Wan had been accompanying him to revise the manuscript. She could understand the man's mood at the moment, so she obediently cleared the table, stood up and left the office.
Oriole wanted to stay, but she realized that while men were making rapid progress in their careers, they also faced shackles. She didn't say much and left quietly.
Just closing the office door, Oriole quickly caught up with Lin Wan and shouted in a low voice: "Bitch, bring the first manuscript that the president tore up. I saw you pick it out from the trash can."
"Why should I give it to you?" Lin Wan kept walking, "This is an important document of the company. I want to save it in the file. If you want, there is a second version in the trash can. You can pick it up too."
"The first edition is truly insightful and deserves to be read over and over again. The second edition is like rubbish, it's too much even at a glance. Bitch, why are you running so fast? Are you afraid that I can't catch you?"
Oriole was furious and wanted to pull Lin Wan but failed. The two women walked out of the new office building of "Holy Light" one after another. The Lin family brother was waiting in the parking lot.
The sliding door of the 'Chang'an Star' opened, and two beauties came up at the same time. Brother Lin was startled, "Why...have you reconciled?"
"Who will make peace with this bitch?" The two women said angrily at the same time, "It is impossible to make peace with each other in this life."
Brother Lin stopped talking and quickly drove the two girls home.
There was no one on the street late at night, and the rumble of the engine could be heard far away. Lin Wan opened the car window, feeling the night breeze blowing on her face, sobering up for a while.
"Brother, do you want to be a boss?" Lin Wan suddenly asked.
"What..., to be the boss?" Brother Lin was driving. This question was really whimsical to him. He didn't know how to answer, so he waited for Lin Wan to continue.
But Lin Wan sighed and said nothing, staring out of the car window with deep thoughts.
Oriole whispered, "He is under so much pressure right now. It's all his fault that tens of thousands of people don't have food to eat. The current situation is beyond everyone's expectations, and you can't help even if you want to."
Lin Wan still didn't speak, her face was blank.
Brother Lin waited for a long time to say this, and asked in confusion: "Are you stressed? I'm not stressed. In fact, I haven't considered becoming the boss. But..."
The two women shouted at the same time from the back seat of the carriage: "Idiot, I didn't tell you."
I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend, Brother Lin shut up.
Arriving home at one o'clock in the morning, the Lin brothers and sisters quietly opened the door, only to find that their father was not asleep. The light in the living room was on, and he was sitting alone at the deserted dining table.
There was an ashtray on the table. Father Lin, who had not smoked for many years, smoked half a pack at night and scattered a lot of cigarette butts and ashes on the table.
When Lin Wan came back, she took the cigarette out of the old man's hand, opened the door and windows for ventilation, and scolded him: "Dad, why are you smoking again? How many times have I told you that this is not good for your health."
The smell of smoke in the room made Brother Lin cough.
After a while, Lin's mother came out of the house wearing clothes and sighed: "It's not like I was harmed by 'Zhou Bapi'.
What's wrong with that brat? He's really good at writing articles and cursing people. Everything he did tonight was on TV."
After careful questioning, I found out that with the support of "Harmony Weekly", the media in Tianyang have become bolder these days. They have conducted in-depth reports on the issues of state-owned enterprises for several days in a row, and the incidents uncovered are shocking.
Father Lin was originally a minor official at the city's battery factory, and he was considered a well-established person. Zhou Qingfeng killed everyone and fired him without mercy.
In the first few days, Father Lin was not convinced. He felt that he had no merit but hard work, but for the sake of his daughter's face, he still had to maintain some of the right to speak of the 'Holy Light'.
In his heart, Mr. Lin still felt that he was a decent person and should not be subjected to such ruthless treatment as layoffs.
It's just that the unemployed people are getting more and more violent. The "self-media" created by Zhou Qingfeng posted an article in HK and transferred it back to the mainland, and was bold enough to scold the "iron rice bowl" people bloody.
Mr. Lin was watching TV tonight, and Tianyang TV's special report revealed all the hidden sores, and the situation immediately reversed.
Because behind every worm who gets a stable salary, there are ten or even dozens of ordinary people who are struggling to make a living. There are hundreds of thousands of people at the lower levels in the city who are angry.
Zhou Qingfeng spent money to start a company in Tianyang to improve his employment, and the good reputation he accumulated in more than half a year instantly gave him strong support.
Public opinion reversed.
Many poor households in the city who really couldn't make ends meet were interviewed on TV. Only then did many people know that the two companies "Shengguang" and "Harmony" had directly and indirectly created more than 20,000 jobs.
Many poor households used to have a monthly income of less than 50 yuan, but now they can find a good job in the "Harmony" company. Even if it is just recycling and cleaning, the monthly income is not less than 200 yuan.
‘Holy Light’ has funded more than 5,000 urban and rural students from poor families within six months, allowing them to continue studying without having to drop out and find a miserable job to make ends meet.
As for rural physical loans, the limit has been increased from 100 yuan to 300 yuan. This can help more families get out of difficulties. These are good deeds that change their destiny.
Just from this charity alone, Zhou Qingfeng's monthly expenses quickly jumped from hundreds of thousands to one million. But after spending so much, he did not publicize it, and many things were unknown to the public.
Some adults who were impoverished due to illness were sent to the hospital by the Holy Light to recover.
Children whose parents have died can receive a monthly living allowance so that they can go to school safely and live with dignity.
There are little hooligans who can't find a job and wander around. After being severely educated, they laugh about their past and are busy working on the production line.
The number of people laid off by Zhou Qingfeng is counted in tens of thousands, and the number of people benefited by Zhou Qingfeng is also counted in tens of thousands.
If it hadn't been for the TV station to interview him, who would have known that this fool had helped thousands of people with so much money? Even the media reporters were extremely surprised. Every interview was a baptism of the soul.
The people at the bottom of society are silent, no one pays attention, and they have no right to speak. They don't even know who saved them. Many people even asked reporters who the "Holy Light" is? Why should they help them?
Some people knelt down in tears, hoping that reporters would say hello to Zhou Qingfeng on their behalf. Some people scolded Zhou Qingfeng for poaching socialist corners, but admitted that Zhou Qingfeng had done the right thing.
The TV reporter wants to interview Zhou Qingfeng and ask him for what purpose he does charity? Ask him how he feels when facing criticism and praise? Ask him if he particularly loves the land under his feet?
But when he called me to make an appointment for an interview, Zhou Qingfeng sneered on the phone: "Why are you interviewing me? I don't do these things to ask for praise, nor to get recognition, nor to love anyone.
I do what I want to do, that's all. As for whether others like it, feel grateful, or respond in return? I don't care at all, and I don't need any understanding.