The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 256, the secretary and the director are looking for (please subscribe!)

   Zhang Xuan rubbed his temples with a confused look: "Secretary and director are looking for me at the same time?"

   "Well, I just came back from the director's office." Xiao Shi said.

   Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked her, "Do you know what they are looking for me for?"

  Su Jinyu glanced at the people around her, but did not answer, but her eyes flashed with fiery light, looking at him fixedly.

  Zhang Xuan was thinking: The difficulty is the reason why I skipped classes, talk to me?

   But the problem is that I didn't skip many classes?

   Even if he writes, he follows the principle of not skipping class if he can. Unless the inspiration was overwhelming that day, I was really reluctant to give up halfway.

   Feeling Xiao Eleven's eyes, Zhang Xuan was startled, didn't the director and secretary know that they were writers?

  What did Xiao Eleven say?

   Take a glance, it shouldn't be her. It is understandable to tell the director, but this woman will never tell the secretary.

   Could it be Jiang Bo said it?

  The school didn't look for me long ago, but it's a coincidence that they are looking for me together now!

  Thinking here, Zhang Xuan's heart collapsed. If what Jiang Bo said was true, then CUHK must not only know about the secretary and the director. . .

   I guess I’m almost into a transparent hole!

  Bah, Comrade Jiang Bo!

   I thought you were at this age, you should live transparently, you should help me keep it a secret...

   I forgot to tell you! Just help me fix this!

   But he wasn't worried that the secretary and the director would make a fool of himself.

  Because he was not afraid of the two of them at all.

  It is said that money is a person's courage, and fame is a sage's hair. I now lack both, nothing to fear.

   Helplessly got up and went downstairs.

   came to the left side of the second floor, Zhang Xuan knocked on the door.

   "Dong Dong Dong..."

   only knocked three times, and when Zhang Xuan raised his hand to knock for the fourth time, the door opened.

  The door opened from the inside, and the director opened it himself.

   Seeing that the director opened the door in person, instead of shouting "come in", Zhang Xuan knew instantly, and he guessed that he had guessed correctly.

   "Zhang Xuan, here we come." The director warmly pulled his arm and asked him to sit.

   At this moment, the secretary inside actually got up, walked over to Zhang Xuan, and shook his hand very kindly.

   After shaking hands, Zhang Xuan sat down according to the words, and sat down generously.

   For a moment, the room was very quiet, and Zhang Xuan looked at the two powerful figures in the management institute from a close distance.

  The secretary and the director were also looking at him quietly. At the same time, I was digesting what I said last night, and what I said in the school conference room and the principal last night.

   They really didn't expect it!

   No, it's not just that they didn't expect it! But the senior leaders of Zhongda University who attended the school meeting last night, did not expect it!

   The senior leaders who attended the meeting were stunned.

   I never thought that among the 93rd grade students of CUHK, there is such a talented person hidden in the sky!

  Has such a big take!

   If it wasn't for Jiang Bo, the vice president of the CUHK School of Literature, who made a statement and called the people's literature verification phone on the spot, or if the president personally confirmed it.

   They all thought it was a joke, and they all thought it was too **** fantastic!

  More Noah's Ark than Noah's Ark!

   It's more Arabian Nights than Arabian Nights!

  The "wind sound" that swept the country turned out to be from your own school?

  The "wind" that is famous in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan actually came from the hands of freshmen?

   This is a big joke, a myth!

   When the principal said the news in person, the senior leaders who attended the meeting felt lonely, and the conference room was in a mess for 10 minutes.

  Everyone is smoking, everyone is chatting and discussing in the smoke…

  The secretary sat down with the director, and the director asked Zhang Xuan kindly, "It's been almost a year since you came to CUHK, are you still used to it?"

  Yes, this tone, this expression, this overflowing concern...

   Zhang Xuan was a little flattered, smiled and said, "Fortunately, I wrote this school because I liked CUHK."

   Look, he is indeed a great writer, speaking is such an art.

  The two sides have a test, and the pleasant tone of today's conversation has been set. The secretary and the director looked at each other, feeling relieved for no reason.

   The secretary asked with a smile: "Do you have any opinion on the management institute? We are communicating today. If you have any ideas, you can tell us."

After pondering for a while, Zhang Xuan said sincerely: "Actually, I am quite satisfied. I feel that CUHK is about the same as what I expected. The teaching level of the teachers is good, the learning atmosphere is relatively strong, and the management is also relaxed. As a fish, I swim here. very comfortable."

   Hearing this, the director and secretary laughed. Naturally, I understood what Zhang Xuan said, and I will be more relaxed in his management in the future.

   Don't scare him with bed checking and no dating!

   In the past, the director personally instructed the instructor to play side drums for Zhang Xuan. At that time, I was afraid that he would create a "human" before graduating from college. That would be a big scandal!

  If this happens, everyone will be irrelevant if it spreads out.

   The three chatted, Zhang Xuan felt a little inexplicable.

  The secretary asked: "I saw that you are still a member of the Communist Youth League. Have you ever thought about moving closer to the party?"

   Zhang Xuan nodded, he must be politically correct.

Director    asked: "You have excellent academic performance, so you can definitely be awarded."

   Zhang Xuan is dizzy, his grades in the last semester were okay, but there is still a long way to go before the awards are awarded, right?

  What's the matter, this is to give yourself honor and money?

   Secretary said: "According to the response of the teacher in the computer room, you are proficient in computers?"

   "Computers are relatively good, and I am more receptive to all new things." Zhang Xuan doesn't know why, why do you have to send your own computer to school?

   But through the computer, he understood a little, the school must have found out all his old roots these days.

  How many people in my family, I live with Du Shuangling, what articles I have published, and my usual performance in school...

   Needless to say, everything is invisible. It is estimated that they are placed in front of the leaders in the form of documents.

  In the astronomical field, humanistic care, a chat, 20 minutes passed...

   At this moment, the secretary suddenly picked up a copy of "The Wind" from the table and asked, "March, did you write this "Wind"?"

   Zhang Xuan stopped talking.

   It would be a bit proud to admit it directly, and a bit hypocritical to not admit it.

   Zhang Xuan leaned back against the back of the sofa, looked relaxed, and looked at the two with a smile.

   simply come to a default.

   In this way, everyone is easy to get along with, everyone can play well, and everyone is more comfortable.

   Seeing this, the secretary and the director looked at each other again. The secretary also leaned on the sofa and sighed:

   "It's really terrifying! I didn't believe it when Dean Jiang of the Faculty of Letters first told us about it.

I also watched    "The Sound of the Wind", the structure of the writing, the connotation of the story, and the literary value all made me look up.

   But later, the principal spoke in person, personally confirmed the authenticity of the matter, and confirmed that you were the original author of "The Wind". I suddenly feel that I can accept it again, because you usually show a natural and unrestrained nature, which is different..."

   The front is fine, but Zhang Xuan doesn't know if he should laugh when he hears it? Should I cry?

   Sure enough, all of them can talk, and they are all idiots watching dishes.

   He still didn't speak, couldn't interrupt the leader's praise tour, listened quietly, and smiled as always.

Secretary    said: "The management institute has produced a great talent like you and an elite like you, and the director and I are very happy.

   We are talking to you today, just to tell you what you need and what ideas you have, you can mention it to us, and we will support you.

  You can rest assured that if you don’t want to, the school will keep it a secret for you, and the management of the hospital will not let anyone know about it except us.

only…"

   Zhang Xuan's heart was warm when he heard it. But when I heard it was just, my heart skipped a beat and I waited for the next paragraph.

Secretary    adjusted his sitting posture, looked at him and continued: "It's just that we all hope that when you achieve further extraordinary achievements in the future, you can come back often and be proud of you as a middle school student."

   Zhang Xuan understood the underlying meaning: if there is a request, the school will try its best to support him and satisfy him. And when he graduates later, or does not hide, I hope he will not forget his original intention.

  It turned out to be this, Zhang Xuan immediately said: "Thank you, teacher, I like CUHK, the teachers and students here, the cafeteria and the library here..."

  The conversation went smoothly, the secretary smiled, and the director grinned.

   The director stood up with "Wind Sound" and said, "It's said that the first thing to do is get the moon. Come on, great writer, sign me."

   Zhang Xuan hurriedly got up, walked over to sign the director's name, and sent a sentence.

   Then he gave the secretary's bookmark a name and also sent a sentence.

   At this moment, the secretary took out a camera from the drawer, opened the door, and called out, "Lu Ni, come here."

   Lu Ni in the instructor's office next door heard the call from the secretary, and immediately put down the trivial matters at hand and ran over.

   Pidianpidian ran over.

   "Come on, Lu Ni, take some pictures for us."

   turned sideways to let Lu Ni in, the secretary closed the door, put the camera directly to her, and walked over to stand side by side with Zhang Xuan.

  Lu Ni was dumbfounded.

   She was dumbfounded when she saw Zhang Xuan in the office. Seeing that the secretary smiled and took the initiative to take a photo with Zhang Xuan, he was even more dumbfounded.

   Rows of question marks appear in my mind at this moment, but I dare not say it.

  Bewildered, he squatted halfway, adjusted the focus, and made three consecutive "ka za ka za".

  The secretary finished shooting, and the director shot.

Director    stood together with Zhang Xuan, and Lu Ni came again with three "clicks".

   This is not the end.

   After taking a single photo, take a group photo.

  The secretary and the director tacitly stood on both sides of Zhang Xuan and smiled at the camera.

   Now Lu Ni is completely restless, what the **** is this?

   Taking a group photo of the two of them, she could barely understand, after all, there is no distinction between superior and inferior.

   But in the current group photo, the two actually center Zhang Xuan and let Zhang Xuan stand at the C position?

   Now she can't, she really wants to shout: Are you all crazy?

   But she just thought about it, and after a flash of thought, it was the obedient guide again, the gentle guide who came and swayed, and the guide who stooped down to take pictures.

  Lu Ni can't, and Zhang Xuan is speechless.

   He is a writer though. But I still understand social interaction. I haven't left school yet. They are still my teachers and elders. How dare I take the C position for the first time?

   How can you stand in position C?

   Zhang Xuan was afraid that after he took the C position today, the director and the secretary would not be able to sleep at home tonight, afraid that their ancestors would pry open the coffin board and scold them: Unfilial descendants!

   Nothing to say, Zhang Xuan immediately resigned...

   Then the secretary and director also resigned...

  Lu Ni was at the door, stunned as he looked at the three people who were like brothers, talking and laughing, and refused...

   She thinks the world is a **** drama, and she thinks the world is fake!

   After fighting for reasons, Zhang Xuan finally stood on the side, the secretary stood in the middle, and the director stood on the other side.

   This time, Lu Ni took five consecutive shots in one breath.

   After talking about business affairs and taking pictures, when Zhang Xuan left, the secretary patted Zhang Xuan on the shoulder and said warmly like a spring breeze:

   "You're the first great writer to walk into my office."

   These words are difficult to answer, Zhang Xuan blinked and left.

   Great writer? Another row of question marks floated through Lu Ni's mind...

   After Zhang Xuan left, the director changed his accommodating manner from before, with a serious face, and said to Lu Ni seriously, "Remember to keep today's affairs a secret."

   Seeing Lu Ni's doubts, the director picked up the "wind sound" and gave it to her: "Zhang Xuan is the original author of this book, and he is a great genius."

  Lu Ni took a look at the book and was immediately taken aback. Isn't this "The Sound of Wind"?

   Isn't this the book Lao Deng was reading recently?

   Isn't this the book that my old man read in the agency?

   Is this written by Zhang Xuan?

  Lu Ni looked at the secretary and the director puzzled.

   Secretary smiled and said, "Go back and read more newspapers."

Director    said at this time: "Lu Ni, you don't care about Zhang Xuan's love affair. Literati, they are all true temperaments, and it is difficult to make a good work if you don't talk about love and love.

  You look at Bailuyuan, you look at the abandoned capital, and then look at the ordinary world, they are all works of emotion...""

  Lu Ni, "..."

   Thought you were not in this attitude at the time.

   I thought you had warned me over and over again, saying that Zhang Xuan was my student and asked me to restrain myself...

   After being pushed around for a while, Lu Ni came out and walked out of the office.

   In the corridor, she looked up at the sky.

   It was the same day, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and pouring rain.

   She took another look at the management hospital.

  The management school has not changed, with red walls and green tiles, and the teaching building is a bit mottled and old. Those students with familiar faces were still fighting in the aisles, coming and going.

  Hey, nothing has changed, nothing has changed, everything is still the same.

   Lu Ni, whose mind was greatly impacted, returned to the instructor's office and began to rummage through the newspapers.

   According to the secretary's prompt, start reading from the newspaper at the end of March.

   To be honest, when she learned that Zhang Xuan was a great writer, she was more surprised than the secretary and director.

  Because she knew that Zhang Xuan was super rich besides being a writer.

  …

   hummed a little tune and returned to the fourth floor. Zhang Xuan was very content and refreshed.

   Seeing him sitting down, Little Eleven took a closer look, and then took out a registered letter from his bag.

   A letter from the capital, a letter that made her want to open it privately.

  There is no other reason, because after Yang Manjing came back from Hunan Province for the Chinese New Year, he mentioned a person, a person who made Yang Manjing very envious and hated, Mi Jian.

   squeezed the envelope between his fingers and handed it to him.

   "Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

   Zhang Xuan took the letter and opened it immediately after discovering that it was from Mi Jian.

   is the same as usual, with a piece of letter paper inside.

  The letter paper is not full, about two-thirds of it is written.

  The letter is divided into two paragraphs.

The first paragraph of    is to the effect: "Wind Sound" sample has been received, thank you very much, she will read it carefully.

   The second paragraph is a little longer. In addition to briefly explaining the trivial matters of the school, Mi Jian also said that he has been reading the newspaper every day recently and paid attention to him. He is sincerely happy for his achievements...

  Mijian is still Mijian, there is never excessive words, and no rhetoric is piled up. Every word and every sentence is simple and practical.

   But every word and every sentence is full of faint emotions and cares.

   Zhang Xuan read it twice, and was fascinated by it.

  Su Jinyu was in class beside him, and Yu Guang glanced at him, then glanced at him again.

   Finally, he tore off a note and wrote: Which old letter is this?

After writing   , Little Eleven crumpled the note into a ball and put it in his pocket.

   tore off a note and wrote: Zhang Xuan, how can you be halfhearted.

After writing   , he kneaded it into a ball and put it in his pocket.

  Tear off another note and write: Zhang Xuan, Mi Jian looks good, or Wen Hui...

   Facing the note for three seconds, Little Eleven looked at the blackboard, grabbed his right hand without a trace, and put it in his pocket.

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