The years of red flags

Jiang Hua had never eaten marinated stew before, and he had never made offal at home. As for the offal in the cafeteria, one can imagine the taste.

Xiao Changchen's craftsmanship opened a door for him, and he can have such a good taste even if he is poor.

Touching his stomach contentedly, Jiang Hua said, "It's a pity that I didn't bring a lunch box, or else I would bring one back for my dad."

Wang Cheng said with a smile: "Filial piety is commendable, your father has had a state banquet, can he take this thing to his eyes?"

"Master, do you know my dad too?"

Wang Cheng said in a low voice: "In these years, if I don't clear up your ways, will I dare to take you as an apprentice?"

Well, they are all human beings. After all, they are old comrades. This practice is much higher than his own. Jiang Hua refuses to accept it.

Wang Cheng looked at Jiang Hua, who was a little depressed, and stood up with a smile: "Go back, if you don't leave, it's time to close the door."

"Opening a restaurant can drive customers out?"

Wang Cheng pointed to the note on the wall not to beat and scold customers, and said with a smile: "It's okay to hit you, didn't you see that note?"

When Jiang Hua returned home, Zhong Shanyue had already had a good meal and was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"came back!"

"I'm back." Jiang Hua changed his shoes and took off his coat: "I invited my colleagues to eat. Xiao Changchen's craftsmanship is really good. I didn't expect that the water would be so delicious."

Zhong Shanyue said with a smile: "You are so rare and strange. If the water is not delicious, how can there be Jiuzhuan large intestine in Shandong cuisine?"

"Didn't I never eat it? I've always heard about it for a long time, but never met it."

Zhong Shanyue took off his glasses and said, "You got promoted to a higher level today?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "Yes, now I am a third-level clerk."

Zhong Shanyue said with a smile: "According to my point of view, I should give you another pressure, so that you can become a talent through hard work, but this time you have made a lot of achievements, and you can't justify it without rewarding it. This is for you." Raised a level."

Jiang Hua picked up the oranges on the table, peeled one and handed it to Zhong Shanyue, then peeled another one for himself, stuffed it in his mouth, his teeth were on the verge of soreness, I really missed the taste of sugar oranges and ugly oranges.

Bearing his teeth, Jiang Hua said, "Actually, I don't care what level I am. I am so happy to be able to do my part."

"Your mentality is correct, but you also need to know that when your position is up, you can do more things, so that you can better serve the people."

Jiang Hua stuffed another piece of orange into his mouth, endured his sourness and said, "That's the reason, but what you said is too official and clichéd."

This sentence amused Zhong Shanyue, and he stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, and just took a bite, he spat it out: "It's so sour, the welfare agency lied to me, how nice it was when I bought it, it's too sweet to lose my teeth, this tooth is so sour!" It's settled, but it's sour."

"Is this the way to do business? Don't shout loudly, who will buy it?"

Zhong Shanyue has a different opinion: "Whom do you tell Tongsou Wuyou to listen to, and the business won't last long like this."

"It makes sense, but you bought it from the welfare agency, it can't be poured."

Jiang Hua barely finished eating the oranges, so he couldn't waste anything, not to mention that it was winter now, so it wouldn't hurt to add more vitamins.

Zhong Shanyue shoved the orange in his hand into Jiang Hua's hand in a very aggressive manner, and then said: "You have a letter from Feng Yuemin on your desk, it will arrive in the afternoon."

Looking at the remaining half-pulled oranges, Jiang Hua didn't seem to have the courage to eat any more, so he was also a chicken thief, and put the oranges back into Zhong Shanyue's hand: "Really, then I have to see if this kid can put it again this time." What the hell?"

After finishing speaking, before Zhong Shanyue could react, he walked into his room in a flash.

Looking at the orange in his hand, Zhong Shanyue said to himself: "It's a material for diplomacy, it's slippery."

Turn on the desk lamp, open the envelope, and unfold Zhong Yuemin's letter. As expected, the boy's letter was just to complain, to complain about his aggrieved, full of strategy and strategy.

This kid has never taken an unusual path. It is true that his purpose is correct, but his attitude is incorrect, and he completely regards this exercise as a game.

Jiang Hua could only criticize him in his reply, but he still gave some suggestions for the exercise, such as professional blue army units, no pre-plan and so on.

What Jiang Hua didn't expect was that this kid replied in a mess so fast this time, as if he had found a bosom friend, he replied as quickly as possible to discuss these issues with Jiang Hua, which had never happened before.

Jiang Hua's unique idea fell right into Zhong Yuemin's arms. Jiang Hua was just an engineering student. His knowledge came from TV dramas and the Internet, and Zhong Yuemin quickly picked up his knowledge.

Jiang Hua was worried that he could not cope with Zhong Yuemin's letter, and he was busy with work again.

This is the sixth time that Ugly Secretary of State has visited the flower planter. This old man is not bad, he is a visionary. Originally, Jiang Hua was not very far away from home. Why did he come back to his hometown six times? Thinking that this old guy can still be active in the world at a young age, this is the network and friendship accumulated through visits to various countries.

For reasons of diplomatic etiquette, Jiang Hua's leader, Comrade Foreign Minister, held a banquet in honor of Ki Xinge that night. Originally, Jiang Hua had nothing to do with this occasion, but the Foreign Minister also said that old faces cannot always attend big occasions and let newcomers Also experience experience.

So Jiang Hua, a rising star, was able to participate in the dinner that night. Of course, he placed his position correctly. He was just a little transparent who came to learn, watch more, listen more, and talk less.

After the dinner, the old man sent Kixinge away, and then shook hands with the diplomatic comrades one by one very kindly.

When it was Jiang Hua's turn, he was a little at a loss, and it took him a long time to figure out his left and right hands.

The old man held his trembling hand and jokingly said, "Little comrade, you are so at a loss, so be careful of making mistakes when you are working."

"I……"

Jiang Hua only said one word, but his head was empty, and he managed to organize his words and said: "I, I admire you so much, so seeing you, I am a little too excited, too excited."

The old man laughed and said jokingly: "I am just an ordinary member of the organization. If you want to worship, worship the leader."

The old man shook Jiang Hua's hand and asked, "Little comrade, what's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Hua."

The old man nodded and said: "Jiang Hua, I have some impression of you. You are a new comrade who was promoted this year. The report you wrote is refreshing. You must work harder in the future."