"Mr. Zhang, didn't you talk about two tasks? And there is one?"

Wang Honggang has a personality that works.

"Singing." Zhang Yanming pointed his mouth: "When you come back after resting, you will start practicing. Only you eleven people, I wrote a chorus song, and you will sing it. Who will perform it at the commendation meeting of the military headquarters?"

"We?" Wang Honggang was shocked.

"Yes, just you, there is no need to ask for this matter. You can even get on the shelves. If you can't sing, you can go to the stage for five minutes."

"But,"

"Nothing is there, but the big guys are not even trying to do this little thing? I just sing a song. Don't worry, the song I wrote is pretty good, I can't embarrass you."

Wang Honggang wanted to say something, but Zhang Yanming waved his hand: "Okay, okay, needless to say. Go to the finance department and pay the account and get your salary, and then go home."

These days, private account transfers are inconvenient, and several people have been outside the customs and their salaries have not been paid yet.

"How much did you pay for yourself? Give me the note."

Wang Honggang took out a stack of notes from his bag.

"Carse it, do it yourself, and let me do it?" Zhang Yanming threw a pen over, took out a bill from the drawer and threw it on the table: "Add the total number on this, write the reason for the business advance payment. The notes were sorted out and copied and attached to the back."

A dozen people came around the table to spread a pile of paper sticks apart and sorted out the calculations. In fact, there was not much, and they all added together were only more than 10,000 yuan, and most of them were all oil money. Domineering is indeed a bit oily.

When he left, Zhang Yanming took 20,000 yuan in cash to Wang Honggang. Now he has to pay it back to Zhang Yanming. The money for purchasing supplies is transferred directly from the official to the official, and Wang Honggang and the others do not have to pay.

After sorting out and copying it again, Wang Honggang handed the remaining cash and reimbursement order to Zhang Yanming.

Zhang Yanming put away the cash and signed the name on the reimbursement form with a pen.

After signing the letter, Zhang Yanming calculated it in his heart: "No, why is this less? Where are the few hundred left?"

Wang Honggang grabbed his head and said, "We will pay you back after we get the salary."

Zhang Yanming shook his head, took the reimbursement form and wrote the difference of a few hundred yuan, saying: "The accommodation, food and transportation are all owned by the company, and I don't have to bear it. This is the case in the future. Just do your job well."

Wang Honggang and others were a little embarrassed.

"The premise is to do your job well." Zhang Yanming pushed the signed list to Wang Honggang: "If you don't do your job well, don't come back."

"Yes." Wang Honggang nodded heavily.

"You didn't do that when we met you, why did you learn to be deep after going out for a walk?"

"I have been in school for a few years and I have almost forgotten the feeling of being in the army. This time I have met many people and things and thought a little too much." Wang Honggang explained.

"Okay, go and get your salary and go home. Just wait and see. The difficulties are temporary and will get better and better in the future."

After the group of people left, Zhang Yanming got up, stretched his waist and came out to the yard. He did everything he could, so he had no regrets. He had made some contributions to the local government and the country, and he felt quite comfortable.

People have five levels of needs: survival, safety, physiology, sociality, and value.

As conditions and environment change, people move from one need to another. All ideal dream goals are just ways to achieve these needs, and no one can break out of this circle.

Zhang Yanming has reached its peak in this world. All human needs are no longer a problem. What he is pursuing is self-worth.

Being able to do something within your ability and help some people is a manifestation of self-worth.

It is said that Chinese people are good at being teachers, but in fact this is just a pursuit of self-worth.

During the feudal society, we were leading the world for thousands of years, and we were not just talking about it. When others were still thinking about how to survive and eat raw meat and drink blood, we were already pursuing self-worth.

The manifestation of self-worth is engraved in our genes early on.

...

Just as he was thinking about it, Teacher Wang took two little babies in through the side door.

"dad."

"Second uncle."

Zhang Yanming turned his head and looked over: "Have you finished practicing?"

"Grandpa Wang said, that's all today, and continue tomorrow. Dad, where is the slide?" The little girl stared at the yard with big eyes looking for it.

"How can I buy it so quickly? They want to produce it and then ship it over. Don't have time?"

"Hehe." The little girl felt a little embarrassed.

"This girl's voice range should be wider, the high notes are very stable, and this one in your house is a little worse," Teacher Wang pointed at Tang Doudou: "Let Doudou girl lead singer, let Xiaoyue sing, the effect is still good."

"What's the right sound?"

"It's very good, the tone is quite accurate, and the breath is completely enough. The two little guys are in good health."

"Dad." Zhang Xiaoyue leaned against Zhang Yanming's leg with her little mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to sing, too."

"Well, I didn't say I won't let you sing, I sing with Doudou."

"Ah? Then, what is the lead singer?"

"That's right, Doudou starts first, and then you sing with him."

"real?"

"Really, you two sing together, but you have to listen to Grandpa Wang's words. Grandpa Wang sings whatever he says, and you can only sing when it's your turn."

"Okay, I'm obedient." The little girl didn't understand too much. She just could sing with Doudou, no matter how much he had.

"You don't need to practice too much. Remember the lyrics and you can enter the shed. Then correct them. I will not eat cold, sour and spicy food in the past few days and raise them." Teacher Wang reminded me.

"Okay, I'll look at them." Zhang Yanming agreed.

"It's over, I won't be allowed to eat ice cream." Zhang Xiaoyue looked at Tang Doudou.

"And, ice cream forest."

"what to do?"

"Go and find grandma." Children don't like spicy food at first, ice cream is the second life of a child.

The two little girls muttered a few words and ran away. After running out for a few steps, they remembered to turn their heads and waved to Teacher Wang: "Goodbye Grandpa Wang, goodbye Dad."

Zhang Yanming smiled and was quite capable of the scene. He never saw them meet him again when there was no outsider. Besides, just in this yard, what can I see again?

"In the future, do you want them to develop in this direction?" Teacher Wang took Zhang Yanmingyan and asked.

"I didn't think so much, let it go. It depends on what they want to do when they grow up."

"That Doudou should be able to do it. It is a good seedling for cultivation. Your Xiaoyue is a little worse. This thing is born and has no choice but to do it the day after tomorrow."

"That's sure, otherwise there is a saying that God will give you food, so many things are not something you can do. I know." Zhang Yanming nodded.

What can’t your child do? It’s meaningless to think too much.
Chapter completed!