Ordinary life starting from a courtyard

Chapter 123: Chapter 122
"Xiao Zhou, you've been watching the Propaganda Department recently."

Li Huaide suddenly raised his head and confessed to Zhou Wenliang,
Zhou Wenliang was surprised, but nodded.

"I know, there's nothing wrong, I'll go back first, and you, the leader, will also rest for a while."

Li Huaide smiled: "Well, I'll see if I have an opportunity to move your position, and you are also prepared."

"Uh...thank you, Leader Guan..." Zhou Wenliang hesitated for a moment, then pretended to thank him happily, and hurried away.

Is Li Huaide painting a big cake for himself or what?
Is it true that all leaders like to draw big cakes, move a bit!
Zhou Wenliang has only been in the Cultural and Propaganda Department for a few days, and he has been promoted to a higher level after a full year and a few months. Where is he moving?

It's better to give yourself actual benefits.

Back at the Cultural and Propaganda Department, just about to lie down and sleep for a while, Qi Liang came again.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou." At the door, Qi Liang waved to Zhou Wenliang who was by the window.

Zhou Wenliang quickly stood up: "Director, what's wrong."

"Come out."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Zhou Wenliang thought to himself, this is also impossible to sleep.

Sister Hu was also curious: "Why is the director looking for you?"

"I'm still wondering, I'll go and have a look first."

"Hurry up and wait for you."

After Zhou Wenliang came out, he saw Qi Liang at the door of the director's office, so Zhou Wenliang followed.

After entering the office, Qi Liang smiled and asked, "Come on, Liang Zi, don't stand there, sit down quickly."

Pointing to the sofa to let him sit, he said: "

Just now, the above-mentioned documents were issued. After the Cultural Games, a symposium will be added. Director Yang means that our Cultural and Propaganda Department should prepare well and strive to win the first place again.

And, this speech is also given to us, the manuscript, the works on display... Ryoko, it depends on you, a good comrade. "

Zhou Wenliang was dumbfounded: "No, I, I can't!"

You have never done this copywriting before, so you entrust this important task to Zhou Wenliang, don't you think highly of him!

Qi Liang said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you, can't you write speeches? The so-called one thing does not bother the two masters, you can't draw, you won a prize for your drawing last time..."

Last time I won the first place in Huahua for no reason. This thing is not a Chinese cabbage. Is it so easy!

Zhou Wenliang scratched his head: "Uncle Qi, drawing is my specialty, that's easy to say, but what shall we draw?"

Qi Liang hesitated and pondered for a long time: "What to paint, you are an artist, you can paint whatever you want, it is best to keep close to the current situation and policies, your painting is off topic, it will definitely not be the first..."

Talking nonsense, Zhou Wen gave him a bright look, picked up the teacup, took a sip, thought for a while, and then asked: "I am asked to write the speech, do you still use the Russian version?"

Qi Liang looked at Zhou Wenliang in surprise, widened his eyes and asked, "Can you write in Russian?"

"Ahem..." Zhou Wenliang was choked, coughed and waved his hands: "No, cough, why don't I tell you first, I don't know Russian, if you ask someone to write in Russian, you Just don't look for me."

Qi Liang said disgustedly: "Fuck, you can't write, and no one in our factory can. You need to find a few who can speak Russian, so let's find seven or eight in our factory, and write them with this twist. Words, none of them."

There are many people who can speak Russian, and even the old peasants in the country may pull you a few words in Russian, but there are really few people who are proficient in Russian.

Zhou Wenliang thought for a while and asked cautiously, "Uncle Qi, this old man, how many years has he lived with us?"

Qi Liang was taken aback: "I don't know, it should be a long time."

"Is there a requirement to write manuscripts in Russian?"

"No……"

"Then you see, there is no requirement from above, we just have one version.

Uncle Qi, I think this old man has been with us for seven or eight years, and the capital dialect he speaks may be more authentic than ours. "

"That makes sense." Qi Liang looked at Zhou Wenliang approvingly, and praised, "Liangzi, you're the one with the quickest brain!

That's right, let's do it.

By the way, you write out the speech first, and I will help you read it.

I'm painting, don't worry..."

Zhou Wenliang came out of the office wiping his sweat and returned to his seat.

Sister Hu came over curiously: "Why did you ask you to go there?"

Zhou Wenliang sighed: "What else can I do? I have a job."

"What kind of life!"

"For the Cultural Games, let me draw..."

Sister Hu saw Zhou Wenliang sighing, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and cheered up: "Little comrade, he is so young, he sighs and sighs, so he has no fighting spirit. This is not the appearance of a firm worker-peasant soldier. Show your fighting spirit and bravely complete the superior. The tasks assigned to him are to dedicate himself to serving the people.”

Zhou Wen gave her a bright look, and it didn't hurt her back to talk while standing, that is to say, her.

Coughing after teasing, Zhou Wenliang lowered his head and meditated, holding a pen, hesitating about how to write properly.

It's not good enough to write too much, it attracts attention, and the gun beats the top bird. Zhou Wenliang is good enough now, and he will almost be useless in the early days.

Leaning over to start writing, I wrote 5000 words eloquently, and in one afternoon, I finally finished writing before I got off work.

This manuscript written can neither sing against the main theme, but it also does not blindly sing praises.

I picked out some innocuous problems, and explained them in a simple way, and I felt that I really used all my writing skills.

Since the establishment of the fruit, the lives of the people at the bottom have changed, from the public s joint venture, to the fruit, to the planned economy.

Perhaps to those old-fashioned political fritters, it seems a little immature, but it also fits Zhou Wenliang's position.

Before Zhou Wenliang got off work, he sent it to Qi Liang.

Qi Liang applauded again and again.

"Xiao Liang, that's right. The writing is great. The cultural background is solid and powerful, and the report is in-depth. It seems that you have done your homework before. Not bad..." Qi Liang praised with a smile on his face.

Zhou Wenliang was stunned. Is this really so well written?

He forgot that when criticizing the current situation, he used a lot of comments about this era on the Internet from later generations.

In this day and age, it is ahead of its time.

Debates about history can be seen everywhere on the Internet, and there are indeed many dry goods.

Although Zhou Wenliang is not interested in this part, he has read a lot of it.

"Uncle Qi, do you really think it's well written? There won't be any problems, right?"

Zhou Wenliang was deeply afraid that this thing would end up being his death straw, or else, he didn't like writing, and he was afraid of being caught in the braid!

"Okay, really good. Your report is written with level and depth. I think it's a shame to put you in the Cultural and Propaganda Department..." Qi Liang nodded affirmatively, and praised again.

"Don't, Uncle Qi, don't put a high hat on me.

If you think it's okay, I'm relieved.Can you see if there is anything that needs to be changed? "

"Well, some opinions are too radical, which is not a good thing for you.

In this way, I will help you moisten the pen and change it for you. "

"That's really thank you, I'm completely relieved to have you in charge.

Then I'll go back and sort it out first, don't worry about it. "

"Go!"

Qi Liang is really satisfied with Zhou Wenliang now.

Grinning as he read the report, he shouted hello from time to time.

Zhou Wenliang went back to the office, tidied up, and slipped away. He wasn't going to come tomorrow. He was absent from work recently. Qi Liang agreed.

It's also an early holiday.

And collecting the wind, where are you going to collect the wind now?It's icy and snowy, it's freezing to death, it's better to be a cat at home, Zhou Wenliang has already figured it out, buy new year's goods, and ask Chen Qingzhi to learn martial arts if he has nothing to do.

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(End of this chapter)