The big leader is called a Confucian official. Ru is the Confucian scholar, and he is praised for his profound knowledge. But this Ru is also related to elegance. The big leader is a refined person, and talking to him always makes people feel like they are falling into the spring breeze.

Then he said, damn good.

That means it's really good.

But if a Confucian official is forced into this position, his mood may be a little more complicated.

This "fuck" may not be a "fuck" that expresses admiration or admiration; certainly it is not a "fuck" that is yin and yang and indignant.

There is something both exasperating and funny about this "fucking" thing. It's like asking you to stir-fry organic cauliflower, and you think you're participating in a math competition. In the end, you even won a prize.

When it comes to praise, he failed to fulfill his leadership's intention; when it comes to criticism, it's quite rare to win an award. He said it helplessly and praised it funny, with thousands of words, and finally merged into an emotionally charged "fuck".

This is probably how the leader feels.

However, this is the "fuck" that comes from this sentence. It is the most beautiful sentence that Wang Zixu has ever heard in his life.

Wang Zixu doesn't like to look back, he is not that old yet. But if he has to look back at the past at this point in his life, in his thirty years of life, no one has ever praised his literary qualities in front of him.

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His father was a rough man and liked to force him to run, and he would always cry while running. Whenever Wang Zixu wrote something and showed it to him, he would just throw it aside and say, "Why are you writing this cunt thing?"

I can’t understand it.”

His father is a dualistic materialist. He only divides the world into two categories: the conscious one is "cunt stuff" and the material one is "dick stuff." These two ways of classification have been throughout Wang Zixu's entire childhood.

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The disadvantage of dualism is that it can easily make people stupid. It does not make themselves stupid, but makes the people around them stupid. For a long time, Wang Zixu has not escaped from the nightmare of "pussy stuff".

When he entered high school, his father always whispered in his ears that liberal arts subjects were of no use and that studying science subjects was the best. What's the use of writing essays no matter how good they were? Can you still expect to make money by writing essays? So he studied science subjects.

When he applied for a major in college, he originally wanted to be tough and get himself a literature major, but his father forced him to change his major to engineering.

As he grew older, Wang Zixu realized earlier than others that he could never get what he wanted. He gradually drifted away from the literature he liked. If he hadn't insisted on going his own way, the proportion of literature in his life would have declined.

zero.

There is no destined misfortune in this world, only persistence that refuses to let go. So he suffers.

Over the years, the only thing he has written that has received recognition is Wen Ming. He almost thought that he was not born suitable for literature. Who would have thought that just when he was about to despair, his life would take a turn for the worse.

So when he heard the big leader's words "fuck", not only did he not feel harsh, but he also felt more cordial than ever before. This is the so-called "one word of praise, honor in Huagong".

Director Mei said: "Zizixu, Wang Zixu, yesterday I was gambling on books and drinking wine at the banquet, and today I am writing poems in danger at the government office. Overnight, everyone in Xihe knows about you!"

Wang Zixu raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, and exerted force on every muscle on his face, but Ning Chunyan's voice came to his ears: "What? Are you Wang Zixu?"

Shen Qingfeng lost his voice and said: "What? Is he that Cai Ming brother?"

Mei Rucheng said: "What Cai Ming?"

Ning Chunyan asked: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Shen Qingfeng said: "No wonder you still fight me when I say Brother Cai Ming."

Section Chief Liu asked: "Did you just talk about this?"

Chen Bin said: "What kind of melon is there?"

Section Chief Liu said: "You don't know?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Did you do it on purpose? You made me make a big fool of myself!"

For a moment, everyone was talking. Noisy means lively, but this liveliness does not belong to Wang Zixu.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing and let's get down to business."

Mei Rucheng spoke, and the entire office fell silent.

He looked at Wang Zixu with a smile and said, "Zixu, why do you think I want you to come over?"

Things finally returned to the original intention of Wang Zixu's visit in the morning. He had countless guesses in his mind, but he didn't dare to say them out. He could only shake his head uneasily and expectantly at the same time.

Mei Rucheng smiled and said: "I asked you to come here to see how you are doing. If you are suitable, I will transfer you to our policy research office. But before you come, you have made a contribution first, and we are in trouble."

You have made a fool of yourself in front of us. Wang Zixu, you have made us all lose face!"

After listening, Wang Zixu showed an undisguised expression of disappointment on his face.

Mei Rucheng didn't notice the change in his expression, and continued: "I usually won't say so much to people in other units, and they won't ask you to help revise the manuscript unreasonably. Let you touch the manuscript,

It means that I treat you as one of my own. So, of course you have passed the test."

Seeing that Wang Zixu had not spoken for a long time, he thought that he was too excited and had not recovered, so he further said: "You Gouju are my disciples. It's just a matter of one sentence for me to ask for someone from him. How about it? What's your intention?"

Wang Zixu finally spoke: "I haven't written many official documents..."

Mei Rucheng said: "What does it matter? When you come here, you will be my closed disciple, and Section Chief Liu, we will teach you step by step! You have such a good foundation, you will definitely become a powerful pen in our city soon."

Wang Zixu's mouth felt a little dry: "But, I'm just a business editor..."

Mei Rucheng said: "When a business officer is promoted to a deputy department, his status can be changed. We will transfer you here first. After three to five years, when the leader is familiar with it, mention this matter to him, and then we will go through the process.

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Wang Zixu remained speechless.

In fact, before he came here, he was full of his literary dreams. For example, could Director Mei want to use his connections in the cultural world to introduce him to "Xihe Literature and Art"?

In the end, he got a realistic answer - yes, the government office called someone from an outside unit over for no reason. What else could it be besides a transfer?

Transferring means that the higher-level unit asks people from the lower-level unit to come over, without giving them a title, and they will work as prostitutes for nothing.

Of course, if the platform is higher, there will be some hidden benefits. But Prince Xu Zhi is not here.

Although changing one's identity sounds like a wonderful opportunity, if his wife found out about it, she would definitely cry and scream for Zizixu to hurry up. But Zixu knew that the opportunity was just an opportunity.

In his past life, he had missed the word "opportunity" for too long. He no longer believed in official career. The only opportunity he was willing to pursue now was the 50 opportunities of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Wang Zixu asked: "Director Mei, can I ask a question?"

Director Mei said: "You ask."

"When I write materials in the research lab, can I sign my name?"

Director Mei looked around in surprise and couldn't help laughing: "What is this question about? How can you sign your name?"

Section Chief Liu said: "The materials you wrote are all collective creations, and the signature must be the name of the department leader."

Wang Zixu bowed and said, "Thank you, Director Mei, for the invitation, but I still want to write something that can be signed with my name."

Director Mei's expression changed: "Are you serious about not coming here? Have you thought clearly?"

"Yeah. I've thought about it carefully."

Director Mei raised his voice: "Don't worry, you have been in the limelight these two days. In two days, no one will know who you are. This opportunity is rare. If you refuse this time, I will not come here twice."

Please."

Wang Zixu said: "I have already decided."

Section Chief Liu said: "Brother Wang, please slow down and think about it. If you refuse because you can't sign, that's too... naive. Writing materials is a lonely thing. If you don't stay in obscurity for ten years, how can you keep it?

Will the moon shine when the clouds open?"

Wang Zixu turned to look at him. His figure seemed a little transparent at this moment: "Chief Liu, I have been unknown for ten years."

After that, he waved his hand and said: "Excuse me, leader, for worrying about it. I'll go back first."

After Wang Zixu left, Director Mei was silent for a while and threw the manuscript paper on the table.

Section Chief Liu forced a smile and said: "Xiao Wang is still a bit arrogant as a scholar, so he may not be suitable for officialdom."

Mei Rucheng's face was very ugly: "What kind of literati are arrogant? He works so hard on revising manuscripts and writing poems. Isn't it just that he is trying every possible means to express himself? I think he is an official fan."

Section Chief Liu said: "Maybe he is born with a warm intestine?"

Mei Rucheng said: "Fart."

He lit a cigarette and shook his head: "I really don't know what he thinks."

He threw the manuscript paper to Section Chief Liu and said, "Since he won't come, you can only go to him with the manuscript and ask him to turn the live meeting into a press release and send it to the TV station."

Section Chief Liu was surprised: "Why do you want him to write a press release?"

Director Mei said: "When he was here just now, I was afraid that he would raise his tail, so I didn't tell him. The big boss praised him more than once. He asked him to write it by name."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and said: "What a good candidate for writing material, but he has to engage in illusory literature. Isn't this a waste of his talent?"

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When Wang Zixu walked out of the government building, he felt extremely relaxed and did not feel at all that he had wasted a good opportunity.

But thinking of Director Mei, he still sighed in his heart, what a gifted person, with a natural sensitivity to words, and such good writing skills, but he only stayed at his desk to help the leader write materials, and failed to leave any spiritual wealth to mankind. This is not

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