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  Chapter Six, Fifth, Sixth

  In the sight of a group of colleagues sympathetic or gloating, or faintly excited.

  Cultural Director Zheng Yuan only felt that his muscles were stiff!

  Looking at Zheng Yuan's soul flying away, a group of colleagues pointed out in a low voice.

   "I can't see, Lao Zhengqi looks like an honest hand, and he is also restless secretly!"

   "Hey! What kind of restlessness, Lao Zheng is also a place, and there are so many things about culture, where can he go even if he is honest?"

"That's the right thing. I have never told you. When I visited Lao Zheng's house last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I saw Lao Zheng's wife throwing hairy crabs from pocket to pocket. Oh, I feel distressed when I see it. That's for sure. It’s because I can’t eat it at home, I’m afraid it will get stinky. I’m sorry. I didn’t even enter the door after seeing those battles. It was too shabby to carry two mooncakes! Tsk tsk, what is Zhumen wine and meat? This is called Zhumen wine and meat. !"

  After a full minute after a full discussion, Xiao Liang, the secretary holding the phone, spoke up and asked.

   "Director, do you answer the call?"

"what,"

  On the ground, Zheng Yuan was so scared that he shuddered, then he recovered and walked over with a trembling.

   Picking up the microphone like going to the execution ground, his lips squirmed and then he slumped on the chair with a snap!

  "Leader! I confess, I take the initiative to confess!"

  On the phone side, it seemed a bit inexplicable, "Frankly what?"

In the face of the "interrogation", Zheng Yuan wowed: "I came from a single-employed family with many brothers and sisters. The hardship life and strict discipline in my childhood made me know how to weigh the pros and cons since I was young. Participate. After work, considering that the status of a worker is limited in career development, I passed the examination of the Beijing Radio and Television University majoring in party and government management and obtained the status of cadre. I feel that the development space of the enterprise is limited, and I have come into it with more outstanding writing and external publicity work. Organization. Through organizational training and personal efforts, he was finally promoted to the head of the cultural department and became a section-level cadre with real power."

   "???"

  There was a series of question marks on the phone, "No, what are you telling me about?"

"Yes, right, right, I shouldn't just avoid the heavyweights!" Zheng Yuan wiped the tears from his face and bit his lip: "With resources and power in his hands, no matter how big or small, the most basic people do not spend money for dinner, right? This is a source of changes in my thinking."

  ""

“Last year, Sister Liu’s box lunch shop opened at the door of our unit. The proprietress Liu Yuehong gave me a 20% discount membership card and asked me to attract some customers for their box lunch shop. Quickly solve it and buy time for returning to work on time in the afternoon, which led to the hot business of Sister Liu's box lunch shop. At that time, I was not ideologically vigilant, but I wanted to come here to abuse my power!"

"Also in April this year, the office building was renovated. Without going through the luggage department, I sold the desks, chairs and tin file cabinets that were eliminated from my office to the old Zhang head of the Backstreet Waste Purchasing Department. Two packs of King Furong were exchanged. This, this is numbness, fraud!"

  ""

  On the other end of the phone, she was completely speechless.

  With Zheng Yuan one by one, he turned out all the small belly chicken intestines that had happened since he became the director of the fight, and after reviewing it, the phone side returned helplessly;

   "Director Zheng, I am calling you, not for these things."

  "Is the leadership because of that incident? That incident has been suppressed in my heart for more than 20 years, but today I can't hold it back anymore?"

"what's up?"

Facing the enquiry on the other end of the phone, Zheng Yuan silently lit a cigarette and exhaled a piece of smoke in relief: "At first, when my wife was pregnant with our second child, I was just promoted. For the sake of my future and to evade the childbirth policy, I I left my second child’s household registration in my fourth sister’s house. My niece in name is actually my daughter!"

   "Fuck, I just said how Lao Zheng's niece looks like Lao Zheng's wife! At that time I thought there was too much information in Lao Zheng's house."

   "The problem that has plagued my entire career, solved it."

  Amidst the air-conditioning sound in the unit, Zhao Lifang on the phone side sighed quietly.

  " Chief Zheng, I am calling because of the Gu Mingkun Fund Award jointly organized by your unit and Shanhai Group."

   "Huh?" Zheng Yuan was stunned with his nose and tears on his face.

"A partner of our unit, Mr. Li Shixin Li, was rejected by the preparatory committee to participate in this award. The reason is that the influence of the participating works is not enough. This work, now the film and television adaptation rights have been given to our unit. So. I'm calling you this phone. I want you to coordinate and see if the Preparatory Committee can carefully consider it again."

"what"

  Hearing the call from the other side, Zheng Yuan was in a mess.

   Damn you!

  Can’t you call from another private phone? !

   "That's okay"

   He replied in an awkward manner.

  On the phone side, there was also a moment of embarrassment: “Old Zheng, we don’t care about family planning now. Let’s go back and quickly move the child back. So what?”

"what"

  The phone hangs up.

   Listening to the busy tone on the phone and looking at the complicated gazes of the colleagues in the unit, Zheng Yuan bit his molars severely.

  A Gu Lu got up from his chair and returned to his office.

   "Grandma! What did your preparatory committee do?!"

  After a while, a monstrous roar came from the office.

  The other end.

  Gu Qiangqiang, who had just returned to the headquarters of Shanhai Film and Television, had a green face.

  Sitting in the large boss chair, facing the roar from the phone, he took the phone and replied;

   "Chief Zheng, we have sent out the receipt of rejection of the application."

   "Send it out and take it back! Is it difficult?"

   "It's difficult."

  "Don't do it if it's difficult! Don't do it even with your awards!"

   Faced with the roar on the phone, Gu Qiangqiang's cheek twitched.

   "Okay, I will deal with it right away."

   Putting down the phone, a young woman next to him posted it up.

   "Brother, who, why are you so angry?"

  "Culture Department. For the sake of that old man named Li Shixin was selected."

   "Why do you have such a bad temper? I just heard him say that he won't allow awards, and you are used to him! Isn't it just an award, what else can you do if you don't do it?"

  "Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand. I have invited grandpa so many old things. If we don’t do it, where should we put the face of the Gu family?"

   "That Li Shixin, I remember you didn't mean to have a holiday with Grandpa?"

   Faced with his sister’s gossip, Gu Qiangqiang waved his hand.

  "Regardless of him, let him enter the audition first. When it comes to the selection, you can directly review it. You can contact the jury for this matter. This old man can still influence the cultural affairs, so I have to guard against it."

"it is good."

   Seeing the serious expression of her own brother, Gu Lili, the little sister of the Gu family, nodded and walked out instead.

  Weibo.

"After watching the "Twelve Citizens" play catalog, the preparatory committee agreed that the play has contemporary significance and is rich in humanistic connotation. After careful consideration by the committee and full reference to the opinions of the Internet, it was unanimously decided; I agreed with the dramatist Li Shixin’s team. The application for the finalists of the Foundation Drama Awards. I hereby inform you."

  Following the latest updates on the official WeChat account of the Gu Mingkun Foundation, the sand sculpture netizens who have blown up tens of thousands of floors are boiling.

  Xiyuanzi.

  Seeing the latest email in the e-mail box and the Weibo that was updated almost at the same time on Weibo, Li Shixin smiled on Weibo.

   "Teacher, what is so happy?"

   "Oh, the sea election is shortlisted."

   "So happy, do you want to celebrate?"

   "Don't."

   "Teacher, you didn't give me my sausage after the performance last night!"

  Looking at An Xiaoxiao, who was holding a bun’s face behind him, Li Shixin smiled.

   "The second drama is done, and you will add meat dishes to every meal in the future."

  (Ω): "Include breakfast?"

   "Yes, including breakfast."

   "Teacher, feel the power is coming up again!"

   Ignoring An Xiaoxiao’s full-eyed little star, Li Shixin smiled slightly, and shouted at Sun Luoluo, Mei Tastejiu and others who were preparing on the stage.

  "Are you ready?"

   "Ready, Teacher Li!"

  "Come on, let me see how your results have been in the past two days."

   "Okay! Godfather, just look at it!"

  On the stage, Mei Tastejiu waved his hand vigorously and gave an order to a group of actors, young and old on stage;

   "I have them all, relax and beat me up! The first act of "Farewell My Concubine", come on!"

  (End of this chapter)