The years of red flags

"I still owe him the balance but I haven't paid him the balance. I agreed to pay him the balance only after the things are useful." Jiang Hua said helplessly: "We have to continue to maintain this line. This guy has a lot of good stuff."

"You can pay the balance, but we've taken over this line."

"Stop talking nonsense. That guy is not very courageous. He suddenly changed his profession. Don't scare him away." Jiang Hua was speechless: "I'll protect it myself."

The two thought for a while: "Okay, you can deal with him, but next time you get these things, you hand them over to our staff and they will be responsible for transporting them. Such sensitive things can no longer be placed around you. You There is a more important mission.”

After all, he was professional and thought very carefully. Jiang Hua nodded and agreed, because there was really no reason to object.

However, the [-]-word review really cost Jiang Hua a lot of thought. It’s not like he has never written a review before growing up, but with [-] words, this is simply an impossible project.

However, Jiang Hua has a good friend named Zheng Tong. He is a master of writing, and five thousand words is just a small talk to him.

"Go away, why didn't you come to me when something good happened?" Zheng Tong was furious: "Since I was a child, I have been a good boy. I have never written a self-criticism, and you asked me to write a self-criticism for you, and it's five thousand words. Why? Miss you?"

"We all grew up naked together. Who doesn't know who else's background?" Jiang Hua said with a smile: "If you want to say that you have good grades, I admit it. If you want to say that you have been a good kid since you were a child, You haven’t written a self-criticism. Why do I not believe it so much? Haven’t I seen you hand in a self-criticism letter to the teacher?”

"That's also because I was ignorant when I was young."

"I know you are sensible now. Besides, it's not you who made a mistake. I made a mistake. So what if you help me write it? Five thousand words? Isn't this costing my life? Are we still brothers? For Can it be fulfilled even if the brothers are trying to cut each other's throats?"

Zheng Tong cursed and said, "I want to stab you twice right now."

"It's not written in vain."

Coercion is not enough, only temptation.

"I'll exchange it for a jar of 50-year-old rice wine." Jiang Hua said with a smile, "Isn't this writing in vain?"

Zheng Tong's eyes moved wildly, and finally he said: "Get another old thing, otherwise, I will never write a word to you."

In the end, Jiang Hua asked for a piece of calligraphy from the Four Qing Dynasties. Zheng Tong spent two nights writing a [-]-word review for him. It must be said that the writing was brilliant and the summary was profound.

After Jiang Hua handed in the self-criticism, what he got back was this sentence: This self-criticism was written with a bit of an academic feel, and he was still a student of history.

The deputy director of the office looked at Jiang Hua with a faint smile: "Boss, your understanding is not deep enough."

"After all, I am also a student in the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Beijing University. Why am I not an academic?" Jiang Hua frowned and refused to admit it: "As for studying history? That's all nonsense."

Everyone understands it, it’s just that they don’t say it clearly.

The days spent doing nothing were very slow. Jiang Hua worked at the research institute for half a day every day, just to kill the boring days.

The research on the engine by the power research team in the institute has basically come to a standstill, because their goal is to improve this engine, and they must first fully understand this technology.

On the contrary, good news came frequently from the factory. Jianghua gathered all the technical personnel from the nine factories together to carry out research.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. Once the production technology of each part is conquered, production tasks will be quickly assigned, and all factories are resuming production bit by bit.When they first took over, the workers in these factories were all sad, but now you can see smiles on their faces every day.

On August 8, an earth-shattering event happened.

The separation of the eldest and second sons basically means that the family is doomed and Chou Guo's conspiracy has been accomplished.

Zhong Yuemin hugged his son while reading the newspaper and said with emotion: "The old Big Brother is finished. In 30 or [-] years, who would dare to imagine this. The torrent of steel is our childhood dream. I didn't expect that even the torrent of steel can't Save this big brother.”

"From now on, the world will be one superpower with many powers."

Zhong Yuemin folded the newspaper and said with a smile: "Don't say it, this super must be the ugly country."

"In the next few decades, there will be an influx of countless talents into the United States, which will make it the only superpower."

Zhong Yuemin hugged his son, who was not yet sensible, and said to him with a smile: "Son, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

In the following days, many articles appeared in newspapers and magazines, all discussing how to learn from the only remaining superpower, because current facts have proved that the ugly country is successful.

Coincidentally, a few days later, after Jiang Hua finished eating at the institute, he walked out of the institute and walked along the main road.

He saw a timid figure, holding a bucket in one hand and a brush in the other hand. He used the brush to brush twice on the lamppost, and then slapped a piece of paper on it.

Jiang Hua took a closer look and saw that it was recruiting students from a language school called New Dream. The advertisement stated that the school had rich English teaching experience. All students trained by the school passed the TOEFL and IELTS with high scores.

Jiang Hua quietly walked up to the person who posted the small advertisement. He didn't know it, but he smiled when he saw it.

It turned out to be an acquaintance, his junior student Cheng Dongqing.

"Holly, you are an upright young teacher in the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Beijing University. How come you got the job of a small advertisement?"

Cheng Dongqing was startled, and when he saw it was Jiang Hua, he smiled awkwardly.

"Are you short of money? If you are short of money, tell your senior brother. I can lend it to you, or find you some higher-level part-time jobs. The small advertisement you put up is, firstly, unethical, and secondly, it is easy for others to look down upon you. "

"Brother, I am not a teacher now."

"It's a good iron rice bowl, why don't you support it?"

Cheng Dongqing said frustratedly: "The school found out because I was running an English training class privately outside the school, and they expelled me."

"You can be expelled for even the smallest of things. It's not against the law. There's no law that says teachers are not allowed to hold training classes outside. I guess you have offended someone."

Cheng Dongqing shook her head dullly: "I don't know either. Now I have no choice but to continue the training class to the end. In order for me to go to college, our family owes a lot of foreign debt."

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