return to bolang life

Rather than saying it was a symposium, it was better to say it was Wen Liang's blame meeting.

It only lasted 23 minutes before and after.

And for most of the 23 minutes, Wen Liang was just cooperating with the camera.

Ok……

Lens.

Wen Liangren arrived at 04:30, and it was less than five o'clock when he left.

Didn't delay the normal '[-] to [-]' schedule.

Sitting in the car, looking at the historic building through the car window, a little smile appeared on Wen Liang's face, but he couldn't help shaking his head.

To be honest, he is actually more willing to take the blame.

Because he knew there must be more 'unlucky' people.

After the car drove away from Gongxin, Wen Liang specifically asked Wan An to drive to the hotel where he was staying first, and after spending some time in a circle, he returned to the vicinity of Gongxin and stopped at a familiar alley.

Although there was no wind today, Wen Liang couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly after getting out of the car.

Nowadays, the temperature in the capital is getting colder and colder, and the central heating will be on this Friday, and the outdoor temperature at this moment has approached zero degrees.

Wen Liang stomped his feet, just in time to hear the sound of the car slowly stopping. It was a Hongqi H7 that had not yet been officially launched on the market.

Looking up again, Lao Miaotou just got out of the car.

This old man is quite supportive of domestic products.

The H7 is not the L5, it's just a sedan within 30 yuan, which hasn't been officially put on the market yet, and it's generally not easy for old people to ride it.

There is nothing wrong with the last Coster~
Seeing the old man getting off the car and shaking his clothes, Wen Liang greeted with a smile: "What a coincidence, Mr. Miao."

Old Miaotou: "..."

Wen Liang didn't care, and Zhang Luo smiled all over his face: "It's dark, and it's still cold outside, let's go, let's go to your house."

The old man simply doesn't even look at this product.

The two walked side by side into the alley and entered Lao Miao's house after a while.

Although it was less than five o'clock when I left Gongxin, I caught up with the off-duty rush hour and went back and forth, and it is now around six forty.

There is no way, from Xicheng to the outside of the East Third Ring Road, it happens to pass through a series of busy roads, and it is also a busy road when returning.

Walking into the yard, both of them stomped their feet again before entering the east wing.

The room was very warm, and the two took off their coats one after another.

'Lao Miao's house: What does central heating have to do with my house~'

Auntie brought freshly brewed hot tea first, and then started preparing dinner dishes. Stir-frying is not slow anyway.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Alright, how about warming it up first?"

"It's not that cold!"

"Oh, you don't care about it, old man."

Wen Liang echoed the sentence, and whispered in his heart, he is not happy to take care of you~ Who is it~
Old Miaotou started to work on his own, ordered a bottle of wine, wine glasses, dishes, and went to the kitchen in the back to order a plate of fried peanuts just out of the pan.

Then came to the dining room, and turned on the TV with the remote control.

After the aunt delivered the food, it happened to be the seven o'clock stall.

A few minutes later, Wen Liang saw himself again through the screen, and he was in this room last time, but... (I got 404 after watching it last time~)
It was exactly Wen Liang's experience in Gongxin about two hours ago.

It can be said that the whole process was staged.

What I want is just such a scene, and the dubbing and content are only a few words that are most related to what happened on the scene:
{'Symposium on 'Information Technology and New Formats in the New Era'}
This report is actually accompanied by a lot of pictures.

There are scenes from various angles of the scene, and some computer screen display windows that were filmed, including some diagrams.

The main meaning expressed in plain language is:

"Mr. Wen Liang felt the grim situation facing social platforms, and suggested that industry and information technology and other units should carry out normalized and clear behaviors on the Internet, and called for the establishment of a healthy and orderly regulatory strategy to provide a friendly and harmonious Internet space for the majority of Internet users."

To put it more bluntly:
From now on, all clear behaviors against Internet social media platforms will be blamed on his gentleness. If you want to scold Wenliang, you must first scold Wenliang, which is his own sentimental meddling.

Yes, this is what Wen Liang was dragged to blame.

It can be regarded as playing [-] big boards each.

For the Ali department, nine departments entered the review, and for the Bolang department, which took the initiative to point out the behavior of the Ali department, it targeted Wen Liang alone.

As for other aspects, it really has no effect on Bo Lang.

The community management method of Xiaochengshu is probably ahead of the supervision by ten or eight years.

Unless Gongxin.com directly cuts across the board to the point where reports are required on the Internet, the work progress of Gongxin.com will still not catch up with the Xiaochengshu community management methods.

Xiaochengshu's community management method is not only that Wen Liang directly extracted some reasonable and legal strategies from later generations, but also added a large number of user contributions for continuous optimization.

And the biggest suggestion Chen Jiaxin gave at the symposium on the 8th is that one size fits all will only lead to greater conflicts and contradictions...

The old man withdrew his gaze from the TV, and glanced at Wen Liang: "Why are you willing to take the blame for your temper?"

"What does it matter?" Wen Liang said indifferently, "It's just a kind of good expectation. In the future, we can really see people supervise."

"The Internet is a good thing, and it should be truly taken seriously, instead of becoming a game field for all parties and inevitably becoming nothing to talk about."

At the end, Wen Liang smiled: "If you really want to say it, the Ali department really supports the weak link of sound supervision."

The old man was speechless.

If you want to say this, it is true that the result of Ali paying for its own behavior is to use its 14 years of development as a whole company to remind everyone to pay attention to public opinion.

The old Miaotou took a chopstick of food, and said in a deliberate tone: "You should have more than that purpose for the domestic business community, right?"

"Let's do everything." Wen Liang sighed lightly, "Some things are hard-won, so I get tired easily."

The old man asked back: "How do you say it?"

Wen Liang sorted it out and explained tirelessly: "You should have seen that Bolang was only on the road of exploring the socialist distribution model, and suffered so many attacks. The boss and the boss jumped out impatiently, and the business world was even worse. Needless to say, I know how many people are hiding behind their backs and scolding Bo Lang."

"It can't be helped. After all, our culture has always had such a factor of shooting the first bird."

"Ordinary netizens who beat workers, the unemployed, and people who say what others say, there are also quite a few netizens who don't know what to say and come up to scold them. It doesn't matter if they understand it or not, because I don't care about the life and death of everyone at all. I only care about joining Bolang. Every member can enjoy the dividends brought by Bolang's development."

"This is the real dividend, not the demographic 'dividend' that everyone is talking about now. People are advertised as dividends. It's no wonder that all labor laws have become decorations."
Speaking of this, Wen Liang showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "Just to tell you a joke, foreign companies in China know how to respect workers better than domestic companies, and capitalists know how to treat people as human beings."

Before the old man could answer, Wen Liang waved his hand: "I am also a layman, why do I have to be judged for doing the right thing?"

The old Miaotou opened his mouth and suddenly felt speechless.

There are too many things to see from his position.

He knows that among all the large Chinese companies that have set up offices overseas, only Bolang pays great attention to the treatment of Chinese people, and only gives local people treatment in accordance with local laws.

Similar practices are multinational companies in Japan, South Korea, India and Vietnam.

They all give special preferential treatment to groups such as overseas students from their own countries, and for local people, it only needs to comply with local laws.

Even including Wanwan.

On the other hand, almost all domestic companies in their overseas offices are facing Chinese overseas students and other groups... if they can squeeze it, they will squeeze it, and if they can't be responsible, they won't be responsible.

Don't think too much, there are all companies with names and surnames that everyone knows, without exception.

It made jokes all over the Internet in later generations, and went abroad to defend against fellow villagers.

Cixi, who is so cruel inside and outside, that "Ning and Youbang would not be slaves", said she was an expert after reading it.

After a long time, the old man said: "This is almost unsolvable."

"It's okay, just don't let me see it, I'm very aggressive." Wen Liang said casually, "I can't control anyone anyway, as long as you don't bother me to run my company, I can pretend I didn't see it."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "You are dissatisfied with the present, and you don't want to talk empty words, so you develop industries? But why? Isn't it easier to follow the crowd?"

Wen Liang thought for a while, and replied: "Maybe I have really seen the life of the people at the bottom, and I really believe that there will be a good life, or..."

Wen Liang looked at the old man with a smile on his face: "Following the crowd doesn't fit my status as a genius."

The old Miaotou drank a glass of wine silently and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's nice to be young."

"Seeing you sometimes reminds me of my youth."

Wen Liang hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, I also miss your youth, the environment at that time was so good..."

Seeing Wen Liang agreeing, the old Miao thought to himself: "Old Comrade Wen probably died of depression because he liked his youth more."

"..."

It took a long time to eat this meal, and he drank a little too much wine. When Wen Liang was sent out of the East Wing, the old man was already a little bit drunk.

Wen Liang is extraordinarily clear-headed.

…………

On the 12th and 13th, Wen Liang was invited to several departments, including the official invitation from Mr. Twist.

There are so many people to see.

Wen Liang was almost going to be face-blind like Jingdong Liu.

The blame has already been blamed on the 11th, and these two days are not about blame, but discussion...or debate is more appropriate.

In fact, it's not that many people don't understand the environment, and it's not that they don't know that too many people are practicing Marxism-Leninism.

But it is not that no one follows Marxism-Leninism.

At least the person in charge of these units that invited gentleness followed.

They mainly wanted to hear Wen Liang's point of view from the perspective of a businessman.

Opinions are also very personal. With opinions, there will be 'enemies'. Naturally, discussions can easily turn into debates.

Wen Liang's views have always been radical.

He surpassed the vision of nearly ten years before him, and he also knows what the future generations will evolve into.

However, what Wen Liang mainly expressed was: "Actually, there is no point of view. It can be summed up in one sentence. When we can completely transform 'the common people can only suffer more' into 'the elites will suffer more', all problems will be solved. .”

Boss Twist laughed at the time: "Shut up, let's talk about the fox barking, right?"

Wen Liang looked at Boss Shu with an innocent face: "I didn't say that a fox barks."

There is no word "I" when expressing it, and it is extremely objective. As soon as Mr. Twist opened his mouth, Wen Liang immediately said "I".

"..."

In this way, we arrived at number 15 in a flash.

Centralized heating was officially launched in the capital.

It suddenly felt like summer inside the house.

Even the people seem to have more strength.

Then came the big news.

Wen Liang, who had just returned to the hotel room, immediately received a call from the old man: "You see much farther than I do. President Ben was arrested this morning, and he just issued a notice."

"There should be something bigger, right?" Wen Liang was silent for a while before speaking.

The old man didn't hesitate: "Yes, the one I mentioned before has been identified. The boss department is probably gone in the future, and the boss has also made a move, and he was transferred to the second line, but the boss's transfer may not be a big deal to you. Good thing, there is a high probability that it will be the boss.”

Wen Liang said with a smile: "The new boss should take some time to get familiar with the work. This period of time is just the time for me to pay for my actions."

The old man over there blurted out: "Director Ding is so good to you?"

"You think too much." Wen Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The old man was a little serious: "It doesn't matter if I think too much, don't be like what I said, that's not a good thing... that's all right, don't bother, come to the gate of Gongxin before five o'clock, Ping always wants to see you."

Wen Liang was not surprised at all: "Yes."

…………

At 7:[-], Wen Liang arrived at the gate of Gongxin. At [-]:[-] sharp, Wen Liang took his own car and followed the old Hongqi H[-] all the way to Fuyou, and then entered in the same way as before. red wall.

Then it stopped all the way to a yard gate.

Wen Liang walked in with Lao Miaotou. Besides Director Ding and Lao Pingtou, there were two familiar faces inside, the heads of finance and the People's Bank of China.

The old flat head looked at Wen Liang: "What do you want to say?"

"No." Wen Liang said honestly, "Let Grandpa Ping tell you."

The old man next to him couldn't help curling his lip in his heart.

It's no wonder that this kind of thing can live so nourishingly. Just this proper shamelessness is enough for many people to learn for a lifetime.

On the other side, Director Ding was expressionless, without squinting.

In fact, I can't help but feel overwhelmed.

As for the two big bosses, their eyes were on their noses, their noses were on their hearts, and they seemed to turn a deaf ear.

The old flat head glanced at Wen Liang, and said in a calm voice: "Technology development takes time, young people are full of energy, don't waste it."

In fact, Wen Liang already knew what was going on when he saw the big bosses in finance and the People's Bank of China. He also said that technological development takes time, which also made him focus his energy elsewhere.

This arrangement was not unexpected, Wen Liang quickly nodded in response: "Okay, okay."

Then he looked specifically at the two big men, and said honestly, "I have support."

Of course, the old flathead would not answer this question. He made a gesture: "Come and sit here when you have time, and tell me how hard it is to be an elite. It just so happens that you are an elite among the elites and a genius."

Wen Liang immediately turned bitter: "..."

He is not afraid of suffering, after all, he has responded to the so-called third distribution in advance, and the amount of donated funds is huge.

He just doesn't want to be here.

Weirdly uncomfortable.
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PS: Well... I deliberately didn't say clearly what I asked for~ I can't guess~