Chapter 64 Sun Weiguo is really about to be promoted
Sun Dahai was startled, and he quickly said: "I didn't do anything. I just wanted to help Uncle Li complete the loan task, and by the way, help the family's business, and cultivate more potential customers."
Mr. Huang said: "No one said you did something wrong. This commendation meeting was supported by Emperor Taizong in order to further emancipate the mind and deepen reforms. I have briefly reported to him the situation of your several companies before.
Already.
In a few days, I will go to Taizong to report on my work. You also have to think about how I would answer Taizong if he asked him about the current situation of those companies.
Our usual chats are about trivial matters such as how many pigs have been put out for slaughter, and how the fertilizer factory has become a supplier of fertilizers to "beautify life". Taizong would not care about this, and he did not have the energy to care about it. There was a gap in his heart, and he wanted it.
It’s a chess game for the whole country to implement reform and opening up. So you’d better come out with some practical information in an outline.”
Sun Dahai thought for a while and said to Mr. Huang with a sad face: "Grandpa, I always listen to something here and there, plus some of my own random thoughts, mixed together in a mess, there is no routine. So, let me
Tell me whatever comes to your mind. After you listen, you can summarize and refine it and tell it to Taizong."
"become."
"First of all, investment is to support national construction, and at the same time to earn some money for my family, so that my family's living standard can be higher..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Mr. Huang called out to Sun Dahai.
"I'm talking about the sea. Let's talk about some things in private. It doesn't matter. Can you just talk to us?"
"What can't be said?" Sun Dahai was a little confused.
"Don't you know that there used to be a slogan, 'I would rather have poor socialism than rich capitalism'? Although I no longer mention it now, if you make such a statement in public, it might become another scandal.
The Great Debate.”
"No, who said poverty is socialism, and wealth is capitalism? Has anyone?"
Mr. Huang was stunned. He thought carefully for a long time and finally said: "I really don't know who or what book has made such a definition. Tomorrow I will ask a comrade who specializes in Marxism-Leninism."
"Then you can ask someone quietly without attracting attention."
"What else do you have in mind?"
Sun Dahai smiled coquettishly and said: "That's what I think. Why did Taizong and others carry out reform and opening up? Isn't it just to liberate productivity and improve national strength? The socialism promoted by Mao seems to be wrong now.
Unsuccessful. Our current reform and opening up is to create a road that has not been traveled by our predecessors, that is, a socialist road with Chinese characteristics.
As for families or individuals, there used to be a saying about common prosperity. But the previous approach was to eat from a big pot, which was egalitarianism. Those who contributed more and those who contributed less had the same income. If things go on like this, who will contribute? In the commune, who will contribute?
Isn't working long hours a reflection of this ideology?
Therefore, we must first enrich some people and regions, and then drive other people or regions to achieve common prosperity.”
"What you said makes sense. This is indeed Taizong's idea. However, this may lead to a big article. You are still young, what are you doing thinking about it?"
"I'm not worried about my family's business. If there is no theoretical basis, once the business becomes bigger and stronger in the future, someone may take action. Once this kind of idea is written and published, it will stand firmly on Taizong's side.
.If I can get Taizong's approval, Shang Fang Baojian doesn't dare to think about it, I should at least give him a gold medal to avoid death."
"You kid! I am an old subordinate of Taizong. When outsiders look at me, they all know that I belong to him. I am older now, and this merit, or political achievement, is of no use. So, I'll go
Talk to your father and see if he has any knowledge in this area. If so, let him write an article based on this idea and his own experience. I will show it to Taizong then."
…
Sun Weiguo was still a little confused. He asked in confusion: "Mr. Huang, are you talking about the article I wrote a few days ago? Didn't you say that you wanted to see my political quality and writing skills and asked me to write it casually?
?”
"Don't worry, it should be a good thing. You will go to the refresher course as usual next week. I will go to the university in a few days. If I have a chance, I can ask for you." Mr. Huang comforted him.
Sun Dahai also said: "Dad, it's okay. Maybe the boss sees that you write well and wants to promote you."
Sun Weiguo thought for a while and said, "It's okay. People in the work unit are panicking right now. There are rumors about organizational reorganization. Some people are jumping up and down. Anyway, it's very chaotic. I'm going to the advanced training class now, so I can hide away for some peace and quiet."
Sun Dahai knew that next year would be a year of turmoil in the country. There would be ideological disputes, contests between conservatives and reformers, as well as military disarmament, institutional reform and reorganization, etc. It would be really good for Sun Weiguo to study at this time. If
If you continue to stay in the ministry, don't be careless and be knocked down by some storm. Your little arms and legs don't have the ability to "hit the water in the middle of the stream and stop the boat from flying".
On Monday morning, after breakfast, Sun Weiguo, Sun Dahai, Sun Yuanyuan and Sun Dahe were divided into three groups and set off to their different schools.
A few days later, Mr. Huang went to the headquarters to report to a certain leader and brought back new news.
“The young man has great ideas and a good understanding. Some of the views in his article are feasible, while others are not yet mature.
Reforms, especially changes in ideological understanding, need to take advantage of the situation and advance layer by layer. There can be no rush or chaos. Therefore, his article should not be published for the time being. He needs to study systematically now and change to a higher position to see him.
Is there any new understanding?" This is what Huang Lao was recounting from a certain leader.
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On the evening of September 30, 1981, in the living room of No. 18 Courtyard, Xihuangchenggen.
Mr. Huang was watching TV and discussing something with Jiang Xiuping next to him from time to time. They spoke in very low voices and often looked at Chef Cao sitting aside with concern.
Chef Cao just celebrated his 60th birthday a week ago. He declined the company's request for re-employment. Now he has officially retired at home and is completing the final procedures.
Chef Cao was holding a newspaper in his hand, as if he hadn't read it in nearly half an hour. The tea in the teacups on the tables beside him had already cooled down, and he didn't realize it.
Cao Yue, who had specially asked for leave to go home, walked around the room. Fang Lin tried to persuade her several times, but she glared back. However, she did not laugh as loudly as usual.
Li Cuifeng was doing knitting work in her hands, but she was also absent-minded. She made mistakes from time to time, knitting and taking it apart, taking it apart and knitting again.
Sun Dahai held a borrowed copy of "Zhuangzi" and looked at it at a glance, waiting for the arrival of a certain moment in his heart.
"Ring... ring..."
The shrill phone ringing suddenly started.
Chef Cao, who had been sitting by the phone since noon and barely left, reached out to pick up the phone, but found that his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't pick up the small phone because he was used to carrying large iron pots.
Cao Yuesan rushed over in two steps and grabbed the phone first.
"Hey, is it brother?"
After a burst of crackling alternating current noise, an excited and slightly distorted voice came out. The voice was so loud that people surrounding it could hear it clearly through the receiver.
"Hey, hello, I'm Cao Yong. I can't hear your voice clearly. Let me tell you, Lisa gave birth to a girl, weighing six pounds and two taels. Mother and daughter are safe now..."