Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

In the past two days, Director Zhang Jianxun felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. A few days ago, there were many people coming and going around him, enthusiastically discussing with him the newly entered account of 150,000 US dollars. After the weekend, the number of people doing this gradually decreased. Of course, it's normal to have less, this thing is not for many people to do, and it is estimated that there will be only two or three people who can get their mouths in the end--as for how to get their mouths, Zhang Jianxun is still thinking about it. Opportunities like this do not come along every day. Zhang Jianxun, who was born as an accountant, has seen the tactics of the older generation combining vertically and horizontally. He hopes to choose the method with the least risk. Moreover, which option to choose depends on the ability of the collaborators. However, Zhang Jianxun never waited for the person who could discuss the means with him. Yang Rui didn't come to find him, making Zhang Jianxun relieved and funny, he was not even active with his own money, so do you expect others to just credit you? Although the normal procedure for entering the account is the same, Zhang Jianxun's education has been beyond the reach of plucking feathers. He did this in his previous unit, and he didn't think Peking University was any exception. Take a look at those who came to ask for news, there are leaders and professors, those with high education and those with low education, they are all the same. It's just that there are too many people who quit despite difficulties, and Zhang Jianxun despises this very much. If you don't have the guts, why take other people's money? "Xiao Wu, is anyone looking for me?" Zhang Jianxun went in and put down his bag, picked up the teacup on the desk and drank it. Every morning, he would make tea in his cup five minutes in advance. The temperature is just right. Several people in the office pondered for several days before they figured out his habit. The taste of the tea was just right, Zhang Jianxun drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile, "My god, it's not refreshing in the morning." Still no one in the office spoke. Director Zhang frowned and looked around, and said, "What's the matter, are you all practicing closed-mouthed meditation?" "Director, read the newspaper." Xiao Wu carefully took a stack of newspapers and placed them in front of Zhang Jianxun. "What's the matter? Are you playing charades with me?" "You can find out from the newspaper." Xiao Wu lowered his head and went back to his seat. Zhang Jianxun put down the teacup heavily and made a "bang". Everyone in the office shrank their necks. Only then did Zhang Jianxun look down at the newspaper. Multiple newspapers have one or more similar themes: US-China Collaborative Labs! Zhang Jianxun snorted and said, "It's all a gimmick. What kind of Sino-US cooperation laboratory? It's so troublesome for the two departments in the school to cooperate. How about cooperation between laboratories in two countries?" Who coordinates? And who listened to whom? Zhang Jianxun didn't read the text below the title, but continued to read other newspapers. At the same time, I feel a little depressed: I have something to say, and I am playing some kind of his mother's riddle. Just thinking about it, the title of an article popped up: "U.S. Ambassador to China Urges Peking University to Earn Special Funds"! US Ambassador to China! Beijing University! Dedicated money only! The three words were connected together, Zhang Jianxun didn't have time to look carefully, and there was a "buzz" in his head, and it rang. "No, the American ambassador has nothing to do with me." Zhang Jianxun comforted himself while quickly reading the content of the article. This is a very short article, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a short message. However, the article is placed below the front page, which is regarded as the last article on the front page. There are currently four pages in two pages of a newspaper. Even if the article on the front page is as big as a tofu block, people will definitely see it. The most important thing is the content of the article. The words of the US ambassador to China burned Zhang Jianxun's eyes sorely. Xiao Wu said softly: "Director, don't worry, take a sip of hot water first." Zhang Jianxun drank the remaining strong tea, pointed to the newspaper and said, "How did the US ambassador to China know this news?" Wu shook his head. He had a guess, but he didn't dare to say it. Others in the office were also slandering: The money was sent by the Americans, but China didn't respond, but the Americans responded, you are stupid. Although the ambassador to China is exaggerating a bit, the word "urge" is not an exaggeration. "No wonder..." Zhang Jianxun supported the table and slowly stabilized himself.

"No wonder?" Xiao Wu was already used to being a fan. "No wonder, there are fewer people looking for me these days. People have received the news a long time ago." Zhang Jianxun made a dry cooing sound in his throat. Xiao Wu lowered his head and dared not answer. "Being a leader is different. If there is a smell, go up, and if there is any danger, retreat." In the office, only Director Zhang's voice was heard. "Yangcheng Evening News!" Zhang Jianxun tapped his fingers twice on the masthead of the newspaper, and cursed: "These southerners can't tell the importance of things, so they put shit in the newspaper." Zhang Jianxun put it on the newspaper Zhang Jianxun didn't take back his fingers immediately, but twirled the newspaper below, and suddenly had a bad feeling, and asked, "Are these newspapers also talking about this?" "Xiao Wu, tell me." Zhang Jianxun refused to open it by himself. come and see. Xiao Wu held back for a long time, and finally came up with a written sentence: "Not necessarily." Zhang Jianxun sneered twice, and said, "It's a few newspapers in the south, so what." Throwing the "Yangcheng Evening News" on the ground, the It is a magazine: "People's Education". "The half-monthly magazine is in time? The news spread so fast." Zhang Jianxun laughed, picked up the magazine, and found the title of the article directly on the cover: "Cooperation from Coca-Cola in the United States" Zhang Jianxun's hands shook a few times, pretending not to care Turning to the middle page, Yang Rui's name appeared between the lines on the old document. As a Peking University student, the author of many important articles, and the person in charge of several cooperative projects, Yang Rui has a very honorable identity and is not afraid of being in the media at all. Zhang Jianxun was really scared. "People's Education" is not well-known, but it is a well-behaved political newspaper, which is completely different from "Yangcheng Evening News". Putting down "People's Education", Zhang Jianxun turned down again, and "Beijing Daily", "Guangming Daily", "China Medical News" and other middle-weight or heavy-weight newspapers appeared in front of Zhang Jianxun. What scares him even more is that these newspapers were published either yesterday or today. how can that be! Besides the Central Propaganda Department, who has the ability to get these media to publish an article together? But... the Central Propaganda Department? As for? Why is the Central Propaganda Department so troublesome? They sent a temporary worker over, and even asked the temporary worker to make a phone call. What about Zhang Jianxun? Zhang Jianxun wanted to break his head, but he didn't know that Yang Rui not only spent money to hold a press conference, but the time, place and method of the press conference were decided by the public relations company invited from Hong Kong. Just as American Friday newspapers are a landfill for news, China's Tuesdays have always been the most active time for the media. Tuesday of this month is the publication day of several bimonthly and weekly magazines. When Yang Rui invited the media, he also paid special attention to their own information. The Chinese in the 1980s had never experienced this meticulous way of doing things. Zhang Jianxun was the first to bear the brunt of the unlucky ghost. "I..." Zhang Jianxun stood precariously. "Director Zhang, have another cup of hot water." Xiao Wu picked up the cup worriedly. Unfortunately, there is no water. I finished drinking just now, but there was no one to refill. Zhang Jianxun was so angry that he slammed the teacup against the wall with a "crack". "Director!" Xiao Wu called softly. "I'm fine." Zhang Jianxun put his hand on his chest, calming his beating heart, and tried his best: "Take the money first, don't delay, and then look for Yang Rui's schedule, I will go to the classroom to find him, the laboratory There are too few people, we don’t have enough face, so give more.” Zhang Jianxun laughed bitterly while talking. Xiao Wu pursed his lips and said "yes". Zhang Jianxun saw that his expression was wrong at a glance, and said sharply: "Speak, what are you hiding at this time?" "Minister Lu came in the morning, and he has to leave for the account book and so on." "Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Jianxun The eyes were instantly bloodshot. "Minister Lu won't let me talk." "I'll go see him." Director Zhang was about to leave. Xiao Wu hurriedly said: "Minister Lu went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and said he's not here today." "Not here?" Zhang Jianxun laughed. Two days ago, he used this excuse to prevaricate Sun Ruyue who came to ask for money. Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope rose in Zhang Jianxun's heart: I didn't do anything. That's right, I put the money on the account and didn't transfer it, but I have a reason. I haven't finished the account, and it's normal to be two days late! What am I guilty of? "As soon as the idea of ​​turning a corner came up, he couldn't hold it down any longer. Zhang Jianxun pushed Xiao Wu away and stumbled out. His immediate superior, Minister Lu, was at the end of the corridor. Zhang Jianxun knocked heavily He knocked on the door twice and pushed it open. "Minister Lu! Zhang Jianxun yelled, as if he meant to call a general before the battle. Minister Lu looked up at Zhang Jianxun not unexpectedly, got up and closed the door, and went back to the desk, saying: "Lao Zhang is here, sit down, what's the matter?" ? Zhang Jianxun couldn't spit out the words that came to his lips. "It's about the newspaper." After Zhang Jianxun finished speaking, he said again: "It's about the American ambassador." "That's right, if you don't come today, I'm going to look for you." "Minister Lu said in a flat tone: "I asked the relevant departments, and it's nothing serious. " "never mind? "Zhang Jianxun was in doubt. Minister Lu nodded and said again: "It's okay, but you'd better avoid the limelight, right?" " "what? Oh. "What the school means is that there is a shortage of an accountant in logistics, and you can help out for a few days."

" "Accounting? "Zhang Jianxun's face collapsed. Although he used to be an accountant, how many years ago did that happen? A 20-year-old young man works as an accountant. He is not afraid of hardship or tiredness. There are many opportunities to survive. A 40-year-old middle-aged man What's the point of being an accountant? Besides, he's already in his early years! Director Lu said calmly, "The accounts in the second canteen are a little messy. Go and help them. You'll be back when the news passes. Zhang Jianxun smiled bitterly: "Where are you coming back from?" " "Come back to me, and I'll arrange it for you." "Arrange to go to a cafeteria again?" "Zhang Jianxun has seen too many promises from leaders, and he doesn't know how many promises he has let go. There are only a few good positions in the school. How can I wait to get them if I step aside? Minister Lu's expression turned pale. Zheng, said: "Old Zhang, you must obey the organizational arrangements if you understand them, and obey them if you don't understand them! ""I don't understand, Minister Lu, if you want to deal with me, just deal with me generously. Zhang Jianxun was so angry that he went to work as an accountant in the cafeteria. Transferred to the cafeteria as an accountant, I can't even stay in the office anymore, what hope is there. Minister Lu is better than him, he patted the table first, and said in an astonishing manner: "Zhang Jianxun! You don't want to toast, don't eat, eat fine wine