Reborn on Top of Football

After the leader explained "Show me the book after it's finished", the situation of this matter improved. Various internal materials were sent with millions of words. Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian kept sorting them out until dinner time. And this is just the beginning, not even an outline.

The great expansion of the data has determined to a certain extent that all work has to be restarted from scratch.

When Huang Xin pushed the door and came in to remind the two to wash their hands and eat, they saw Wang Aiwo on the sofa holding a copy of Wen Tiejun's "Eight Crisis" with relish, and a copy of "He Xin Economics" by his hand. Lectures. On the other hand, Xu Qinglian sat in a daze looking at the information on the coffee table, the floor, and the desk up the mountain, and occasionally scratched her small hair with her head tilted.

"Why doesn't this book have a cover?" Huang Xin did not disturb Xu Qinglian, and asked curiously when she walked to Wang Ai.

"Oh, it will be officially published in a few days." Wang Ai put down the book: "This is for the leader to read. The leader sent the manuscript to encourage us."

Huang Xin took the manuscript and opened the catalogue to look at it: "What is this book about? Why did you send it?"

Wang Ai exhaled and stretched his waist while sitting on the sofa: "From the perspective of financial history, the underlying logic of Chinese economics is constructed from scratch."

"The underlying logic?" Huang Xin looked at Wang Ai in surprise: "So..."

"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "Similar to us, they are all dissatisfied with the fact that China's contemporary academic system is too westernized and foreign, and the works that try to explain China's problems from the Chinese mainland also observe Western economics and economics in practice. Reflection and systematic reconstruction of theories after there are many incompatible problems in China’s development.”

"Then I have to take a good look." Huang Xin took advantage of the situation and sat on the sofa beside Wang Ai: "Is it deep?"

"Uh, how do you say it?" Wang Ai thought for a while: "The information is detailed and the arguments are strong, but the prose is relatively simple. If you don't read it, you won't know, but after you read it, you will feel as if it's nothing, or even feel I can write me, hehe."

"Is the evaluation high enough?" Huang Xin laughed: "Only logical and self-consistent views can be accepted immediately. So, does this Professor Wen have two strokes?"

"I don't know about other aspects, but this book is standing. Besides, can it be a parallel import from the leader?" Wang Ai smiled, thought for a while, and said, "I think the leader can send this manuscript specially. I came here mainly because I understood our assumptions and thought that like this Professor Wen, we all want to speak Chinese things in Chinese language, so we can refer to each other and use analogies. Besides,..."

Wang Ai pointed at the mountain of materials in front of him: "These materials are basically built on the basis of Western economics, and they are what we need to complete the project. Therefore, we need to be vigilant when studying and sorting out these materials. deep-seated things.”

Huang Xin pondered and nodded solemnly: "This is like reading a lot of Western literary classics. Even if it is a translation, it will inevitably be influenced by Westerners' cultural thinking. Is that what you mean?"

Wang Ai slapped his hand: "It's in place, that's what I mean, I think the leaders have considered it very comprehensively and have high expectations for us, so..."

"That's why I can't figure it out." Xu Qinglian, who was sitting in a daze, suddenly spoke up. Seeing that the two of them were looking at her, she stooped and lowered her head: "I originally only wanted to write a reading book for the cadres of my family and enterprises, but I jumped up to philosophy with trepidation. The level is my limit. This, let me rise to the national macro level..."

"It's okay, take your time." Huang Xin comforted: "No one asks you to finish it in time."

"No." Xu Qinglian shook her head: "I feel that my experience and vision are not enough, unless..."

"No!" Wang Ai suddenly said, pointing at Xu Qinglian: "You are not allowed to go to the grassroots!"

Xu Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then slapped Wang Ai in the air in embarrassment, then leaned back and kicked her legs twice: "Once I eat it, I have to read at least so much, but I can't remember too much information, Even if I remember it, I can’t tell the difference. In the end, my things will be eaten by these materials and become part of these materials, and become part of Western economics! I can’t figure it out!”

Huang Xin frowned, and while holding a bookmark in "Eight Crisis" in his hand, he stood up and straightened his clothes and walked to Xu Qinglian: "You can make a work plan first, you have to make one, right? ?"

Xu Qinglian looked at Huang Xin, and Huang Xin laughed: "In work, it is inevitable to encounter difficult problems that seem extremely powerful, but no matter how powerful a problem is, it is also dead. What we have to do is to dismantle this problem, Disassemble it into several parts, and then set up the countermeasures in different categories, and use the method of ants to move to gnaw down a little bit."

Speaking of this, Huang Xin lovingly touched Xu Qinglian's head and pointed to the data mountain: "Didn't you already start today? That's good, first classify, and the next step is to formulate a reading plan, read first and then carefully. , sifting through these materials, and extracting the data and useful viewpoints as materials to enrich our viewpoints... Speaking of which, is it not much different from writing a graduation thesis?"

Xu Qinglian looked at Huang Xin seriously: "It's not the same as the graduation thesis, at least my graduation thesis has not been infiltrated and sublimated by these precious materials, I just set a topic and an outline, and then find the materials and stuff it inside. That's all. From the perspective of academic progress, it is not much better than a literature review, which is obviously not at the same level as my assumptions and the expectations of leaders."

After hearing this, Huang Xin nodded silently, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and touched his chin with the other, and walked twice in the middle of the ground: "I'm afraid it will take a few years."

"But I still want to have a baby!" Xu Qinglian said in frustration: "Pregnant, uncomfortable, giving birth, and breastfeeding, several years have passed. When I can run around all over the place, I don't necessarily have the current mood, and it's still rotten. tail."

Since she cut her hair, she probably broke through many psychological constraints in the past. Huang Xin's daily behavior has become more and more neutral. At this time, like a man, she completely ignored the funny part of Xu Qinglian's words, and continued to hold it. The lower jaw thought: "Since you can't do it yourself, or you're worried about it, you can ask an assistant to help you. You need someone who has a strong sense of national pride, is rich in knowledge, has good economic conditions and doesn't care about wages, and can live freely with you for a long time. We can study and discuss together at any time... um..."

Wang Ai, who was sitting across from the two of them with a wicked smile on his face, didn't know what to think, his face gradually stiffened.