I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 31 On "

The big leader is called a Confucian official. Confucian is a Confucian scholar, praising him for his profound learning. But this Confucianism is also related to elegance. The big leader is an elegant person, and talking with him always makes people feel like falling into the spring breeze.

And then he said, damn good.

That means it is really good.

But for a Confucian official who is forced to this point, his feelings must be a little more complicated.

This "fuck" may not be the "fuck" that you applaud or appreciate; and it certainly isn't the "fuck" that you feel is sarcastic or indignant.

There is something both infuriating and funny about this "fuck". It's like when you were asked to stir-fry organic cauliflower, but you heard it as participating in a math competition. And you ended up winning a prize.

If you want to praise him, he didn't fulfill the leader's intention; if you want to criticize him, it's quite rare to get an award. He said it helplessly, praised him funny, and finally merged into a strong emotional "fuck".

This is roughly how leaders feel.

However, it was this paraphrased "Fuck" that was the most beautiful sentence Wang Zixu had ever heard in his life.

Wang Zixu doesn't like to look back, he is not old enough yet. But if he must look back at the past at this point in his life, in his 30 years of life, no one has ever praised his literary accomplishment in front of him.

His father was a rough man who liked to force him to run, and he would always cry while running. Whenever Wang Zixu wrote something and showed it to him, he would just throw it aside and say, "Why did you write this shit? I can't understand it."

His father is a dualistic materialist who divides the world into two categories: the conscious world is "cunt stuff" and the material world is "dick stuff." These two ways of division permeated Wang Zixu's entire childhood.

The downside of dualism is that it can easily make people stupid. It doesn't make you stupid, but makes the people around you stupid. For a long time, Wang Zixu was unable to escape the nightmare of "cunt stuff".

When he was in high school, his father kept telling him that liberal arts were useless and that science was the way to go. What was the point of writing well? How could you expect to make money by writing? So he studied science.

When he was choosing his major in college, he wanted to be tough and try to get himself into the Department of Literature, but his father used threats, bribes, beatings, and kicks to force him to change to the Department of Engineering.

As he got older, Wang Zixu realized earlier than others that he could never get what he wanted. He gradually drifted away from the literature he loved. If he hadn't insisted on doing it his own way, the proportion of literature in his life would have been zero.

There is no destined misfortune in this world, only the persistence of not letting go. So he is in pain.

Over the years, the only place where his writings were recognized was Wenmi. He almost thought that he was not born to be suitable for literature, but who would have thought that just when he was about to despair, his life took a dramatic turn.

So when he heard the big boss say "fuck", he not only did not find it harsh, but also felt unprecedented intimacy. This is what is called "a word of praise is more honorable than a gorgeous robe".

Director Mei said: "Wang Zixu, Wang Zixu, yesterday you were gambling on books and drinking at the banquet, and today you were writing poems in the government office. Overnight, everyone in Xihe knows you!"

Wang Zixu raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, and exerted every muscle on his face. But Ning Chunyan's voice came to his ears: "What? You are Wang Zixu?"

Shen Qingfeng lost his voice and said, "What? He is the Caiming brother?"

Mei Rucheng said: "What Cai Ming?"

Ning Chunyan asked: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Shen Qingfeng said: "No wonder I called you a dishonest brother, and you still stood up for me."

Section Chief Liu asked: "Did you guys talk about this just now?"

Chen Bin said: "What melons are there?"

Section Chief Liu said, "You don't know?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Did you do this on purpose? You made me look so ridiculous!"

For a moment, everyone was talking. Being noisy meant being lively, but this liveliness did not belong to Wang Zixu.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing and get down to business."

Mei Rucheng spoke and the whole office fell silent.

He smiled and looked at Wang Zixu, and said, "Wang Zixu, why do you think I want you to come over?"

Things finally returned to the original purpose of Wang Zixu's coming here in the morning. He had countless guesses in his mind, but he didn't dare to say them out loud. He could only shake his head anxiously, while feeling a little expectant.

Mei Rucheng smiled and said, "I asked you to come here because I wanted to see what you are like. If you are suitable, I will transfer you to our policy research office. But you have already made a contribution before you even arrived, and we have made a fool of ourselves in front of you. Wang Zixu, you have made us lose face!"

After hearing this, Wang Zixu showed an undisguised expression of disappointment on his face.

Mei Rucheng didn't notice the change in his expression, and continued, "I usually wouldn't say so much to people from other units, and they wouldn't be so tactless as to ask you to help revise the manuscript. If they let you touch the manuscript, it means they treat you as their own. So, of course you passed."

Seeing that Wang Zixu hadn't spoken for a long time, he thought that Wang Zixu was too excited and hadn't recovered, so he continued, "Your Director Gou is my apprentice. It's just a matter of a word for me to ask him for someone. What do you think?" Wang Zixu finally spoke, "I haven't written many official documents..."

Mei Rucheng said, "What does that matter? Once you come here, you will be my last disciple. And Chief Liu, we will teach you step by step! You have such a good foundation, you will definitely become a powerful writer in our city soon."

Wang Zixu's mouth was a little dry: "But, I'm just a career editor..."

Mei Rucheng said: "If you are promoted to deputy section chief, you can change your status. We will transfer you here first, and after three to five years, when the leader is familiar with you, we can mention this to him, and then we will just go through the process."

The prince remained silent.

In fact, before he came, his mind was full of his literary dreams. For example, could it be that Director Mei wanted to use his connections in the cultural circle to introduce him to Xihe Literature and Art?
But in the end he got a realistic answer - yes, the government office called a person from outside unit over for no reason, so what else could it be other than a transfer?
Transferring means that the superior unit takes over the people of the subordinate unit, without giving them any status, and just takes them for free. They are all sent to work like cattle and horses.

Of course, a higher platform would have some hidden benefits, but that was not Wang Zixu's ambition.

Changing one's identity certainly sounds like a wonderful opportunity. If his wife knew about it, she would definitely cry and ask Wang Zixu to hurry up. But Wang Zixu knew that opportunities were just opportunities.

In his past life, he had been misled by the word "opportunity" for too long. He no longer believed in a career in politics. The only opportunity he was willing to pursue now was the 50 chances of winning the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Wang Zixu asked: "Director Mei, can I ask a question?"

Director Mei said, "You ask."

"Can I use my own name when writing materials in the research room?"

Director Mei looked around in surprise and couldn't help laughing: "What kind of question is that? How can you sign your own name?"

Section Chief Liu said: "The materials you wrote were all collective creations, and the signature must be the name of the head of the agency."

Wang Zixu bowed slightly and said, "Thank you Director Mei for the invitation, but I would like to write something that can be signed with my own name."

Director Mei's expression changed: "You really don't want to come? Have you thought it through?"

"Yeah. I've thought it through."

Director Mei raised her voice and said, "Don't think that you have been in the limelight these past two days. In two days, no one will know who you are. This opportunity is rare. If you refuse this time, I will not come to you three times to invite you."

Wang Zixu said: "I have already decided."

Section Chief Liu said, "Brother Wang, please think about it slowly. If you refuse because you can't sign your name, then that's too... childish. Writing materials is a lonely thing. Without ten years of obscurity and hardship, how can you wait for the clouds to clear and see the moon?"

Wang Zixu turned his head and looked at him. His figure seemed a little transparent at this moment: "Chief Liu, I have been unknown for ten years."

After that, he waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your concern, I will go back first."

After Wang Zixu left, Director Mei was silent for a while and threw the manuscript on the table.

Section Chief Liu forced a smile and said, "Xiao Wang still has a bit of the arrogance of a scholar, and may not be suitable for the officialdom."

Mei Rucheng's face was very ugly: "What do you mean by literati pride? If he wants to be proud, then he works so hard to revise manuscripts and write poems. Isn't he just trying to show off himself in every possible way? I think he is obsessed with power."

Section Chief Liu said: "Maybe he is naturally kind-hearted."

Mei Rucheng said: "Bullshit."

He lit a cigarette and shook his head: "I really don't know what he is thinking."

He threw the manuscript to Chief Liu and said, "Since he's not coming, you have to take the manuscript to him and ask him to write a press release about the meeting and send it to the TV station."

Section Chief Liu was surprised: "Why do you want him to write the press release?"

Director Mei said, "When he was here just now, I was afraid that he would get cocky, so I didn't tell him that the senior leader praised him more than once. He specifically asked him to write it."

After he finished speaking, he sighed and said, "What a good talent for writing, but you insist on doing some ethereal literature. Isn't this a waste of your talent?"

……

Wang Zixu walked out of the government office building, feeling extremely relaxed. He didn't feel at all that he had wasted such a good opportunity.

But thinking of Director Mei, he still sighed in his heart, what a talented person, with a natural sensitivity to words and such good writing skills, but he only sits at his desk writing materials for his leaders and fails to leave some spiritual wealth for mankind. Isn't this a waste of his talent?
Wang Zixu walked towards home.

(End of this chapter)