Wang Bin did not participate in the discussion about the Golden Globe Awards, nor did he and Ai Xiaoqing take the two grandchildren to play with. Instead, he read with great interest the article that his son was about to submit to the "China Sports News" by appointment.

It was originally a task given by Yan Shiduo, but Wang Ai became interested when he wrote it, probably because Xu Qinglian was still working hard, making the third floor of the house more like a study room. In short, the small paper originally expected to be two or three thousand words ended up being 12,000.

And being able to write so much is naturally worth writing so much.

But soon after the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, Wang Ai didn't know whether it was appropriate to throw out this big paper at this time, so he dragged the submission date to now, dragged it to the father, and let the father give him the palms and eyes.

Wang Bin watched for a long time. The two grandsons he saw were tired of running outside. They ran back and sat together in Ai Xiaoqing's arms and chatted together. Except Xu Qinglian accompanied Shi Wenjun upstairs to watch Wang Hongzhuangzhi. In addition, the conversation of the family stopped automatically.

Wang Bin pushed more than 20 pages of paper to Ai Xiaoqing, and rubbed his brows: "Just try to force it, I've read it for a while, thanks to your writing it's relatively simple. But there are some things I don't quite understand. What you mean to write is your own experience, isn't it?"

Seeing Wang Ai nodding, Wang Bin became even more puzzled: "Then it is your own experience, why do you write so much? The seven major aspects are a bit too broad to cover, right? As your identity, it seems a bit inappropriate. "

Ai Xiaoqing raised her head when she heard the sound: "Why is it inappropriate? My son has two masters and two doctors."

Wang Bin laughed: "But there is no physical education."

Ai Xiaoqing thought for a while after hearing the sound, then nodded and looked at it. Wang Bin continued: "In the field of sports, you are just a pure athlete, not even a coach. Oh, you can also say that you are an expert, but you are only an expert in the youth department of the Football Association, which depends on your sport on the one hand. Your grades are too good. On the one hand, you relied on the scattered articles you published before. But this time, you have published a big article. Although I am not familiar with sports, since you have written so many aspects, then There must be some problems in so many aspects, right?"

Wang Ai nodded, and Wang Bin also nodded: "That means you are going to point to many fields in the sports world? Why? I don't think Deputy Director Yan will encourage you to start a war with the sports academia."

"It's not that serious, is it?" Wang Ai laughed: "If it's my personal experience, then I'll write it wherever I think of it, and I'll say what I see. I didn't name my name, I changed it if I had it. Would you like to encourage me?"

Hearing this, Wang Bin shook his head and looked at Leoni: "Xiao Lei, what is your purpose?"

Leoni's eyes moved back and forth between the father and son of the Wang family, but Ai Xiaoqing, who was still reading the article, didn't lift her head: "Speak happily, don't be naughty."

Leoni just giggled: "Isn't it the end of the year, and we don't have the Golden Globe Awards. We can use this thing to consolidate the momentum in the country."

Wang Bin nodded clearly: "Oh, that's it... Well, then there is no problem. Although the scope is large, it is all in the sports circle. Although there is a lot of content, there are no sensitive topics. If you are willing to quarrel with a group of coaches, then Whatever you want, the superiors won't have any ideas."

Just as they were talking, Xu Qinglian and Shi Wenjun came downstairs together. Seeing that everyone was discussing the manuscript, they were also interested, and took out her masterpiece from the suitcase and walked to Wang Bin: "Uncle, can you take a look? "

Wang Bin sat upright subconsciously, looking at Xu Qinglian's thick stack of papers on the cover that read "Management System of Private Manufacturing Enterprises under the Socialist Market Economic System in the New Century", hesitantly: "Qinglian, this , you know me, I'm a high school student, there's something..."

Wang Bin pointed to the cover: "You're not writing a textbook, are you?"

"No, there's still 30% left to finish."

"30% left?" Wang Bin pointed at the manuscript in surprise: "How many words are there?"

"The number of words will be deleted later." Xu Qinglian sat opposite Wang Bin: "Now it mainly includes a lot of my thinking process. The final draft can be deleted, just leave the process of argumentation."

"How many words is the final draft?"

"Hundreds of thousands." Xu Qinglian still smiled: "Not much, probably the amount of a doctoral dissertation."

Wang Bin took a deep breath: "I think it's fine, but I'm afraid I'll be wrong."

Xu Qinglian smiled and put the manuscript in Wang Bin's hands: "You are a well-known entrepreneur who has explored a set of successful models in practice. My manuscript is largely based on your and my Auntie Ai's. In terms of practical exploration, only some theoretical refinements and extensions have been carried out.”

When Wang Bin opened the manuscript with respect for learning and read a few pages, he found that the content was very messy. There was only one structure, but some of the structures were large and some were small. Dozens of pages are left unfinished in large ones, and half a page or even a few sentences in small ones. This shows that the author really fills in it according to a standard framework, but some parts think too much, and some parts think too much. few.

Moreover, there are repetitions between before and after, which is really an unfinished manuscript.

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, don't look at that first, look at your daughter's first." Wang Bin distributed some of the manuscripts to Ai Xiaoqing: "I feel that our daughter has done a big thing."

Huang Xin made fun on the side: "I've been doing it for more than three months, and I haven't eaten and slept. Even my hairstyle has been changed, but I think long hair is troublesome to wash."

"What about you?" Ai Xiaoqing looked up at Huang Xin and said with a smile, "Like a handsome young man."

Huang Xin blushed: "...Well, individuals obey the collective?"

Ai Xiaoqing smiled and waved his hand: "Come on, let's study together, and you Wenjun, come and have a look, you have all experienced multiple management positions and have your own set of ideas about management. Let's come together as a staff officer."

No one paid attention to Wang Ai's manuscript, so he put it away and prepared to go to the General Administration of Sports tomorrow to find Deputy Director Yan to hand over the task. When he was optimistic, Wang Ai would naturally send an electronic version to the editorial department.

After he finished packing and went downstairs, he also took some of Xu Qinglian's manuscripts to read. In the past few months, as long as Xu Qinglian entered the study and was immersed in the academic ocean, she had no time to restrain her innate attractiveness, so no one was bothered by adults and children, and even Wang Ai would not be troubled.

It was said that Wang Ai was asked to tidy up casually, but it was just an interesting story in the boudoir. This document was Xu Qinglian's "compensation" for Wang Ai's family after three years of escaping from the marriage. The pain that came to mind after being silent is the masterpiece that she studied with Wang Ai for many years, created Milan Light herself and thought about it at the grassroots level for three years.