The leisurely life of rebirth

u8 novel "Confucius said: Gentlemen are harmonious but different. That's because he has basically never been an official. If he can be ups and downs in the officialdom for a long time, I am afraid he will keep this sentence firmly in his heart——"

You must not go to the wrong bed, that is a matter of style. You must not receive the wrong money, that is an economic issue. You must not get on the wrong team, that is a political issue. This is true for everyone." Fang Mo

Nan laughed.

"You..." Father Fang looked at her lovingly and smiled.

His daughter is right: in a huge team of officials, regardless of your position, there is always a problem of taking sides. Although you are not always asked to take sides, you must always be ready to take sides, and you must be able to take sides. No wonder

The ancients have long mastered the art of "taking sides" in the officialdom. When two armies are facing each other, they must quickly choose which queue they want to join. They must either inform, surrender, follow the victor's glory, or follow the loser's game. Of course.

, compared with the ancient officialdom, regardless of the complexity of the struggle, all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues are endless, with new tricks. In the end, one thing will not change, it is either up or down.

Fang Monan turned around, looked at Father Fang and said with a sweet smile, "Dad, you can't make mistakes!"

"You silly girl, what are you thinking about? Dad doesn't need you to vaccinate me!" Dad Fang smiled and rubbed her soft hair, "Don't worry! Seeing so many high-ranking officials lose their jobs because of money and sex, this price

It's too big." He said with emotion, "In the face of the complicated world, people need to give themselves a clear bottom line at any time, because many times some people will wear away your bottom line little by little.

When you have no bottom line, you will be completely controlled by others. It’s scary to think about it. At that time, it will really be someone who cuts you off and I am your own.”[

Father Fang knew very well why he entered officialdom in the first place. Only by standing higher can he protect the people he loves. His original intention has not changed.

"Haha... When did dad become a philosopher?" Fang Monan rested his chin on his hand and smiled as brightly as a flower.

"The more you read, the more you will understand. The truth is always so simple and straightforward." Father Fang said with a smile. "At the difficult time of the invasion of imperialism, people like Wang Jingwei, Chen Gongbo, and Zhou Fohai sold out their ideas.

Rong, was forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history. In order to expand his power, the warlord Zhang Zuolin waged four wars, causing a lot of suffering to the people. However, he was uncompromising in the face of his own coercion and refused to take an inch of territory.

Jean was assassinated and killed. "No selling" was his bottom line, and this bottom line made people look down upon him."

"Yes! There is always a bottom line that people should adhere to." Fang Monan said lightly, "Chiang Kai-shek insisted on communism and later retreated to Taiwan. The United States repeatedly encouraged him to become independent in Taiwan, but Chiang Kai-shek refused to agree. Even Mao Zedong said

, rest assured that Taiwan is in the hands of someone like Chiang. "Not splitting the ancestors" is Chiang Kai-shek's bottom line, because this bottom line makes people have a better impression of Chiang Kai-shek." It's a pity that the succession of the Chiang family is very screwed up. They clamor for Taiwan independence all day long.

It's true that the badger and wolf are worse than the next little mouse.

In the face of the complicated world, some people are upright, neither arrogant nor arrogant, upright and aboveboard, which is admirable; some people steal female prostitutes, see profit and forget justice, bring harm to the people, and are reviled by others. The reason why it is so different is that some people keep the bottom line, and some people lose it.

Personality. The bottom line is the most basic principle of being a human being. The final moral boundary. It is difficult for a filial son from a poor family to show his loyalty. A hero can only show his true nature in the sea. If you stick to the bottom line, you can be an upright person and do things honestly. Win everyone's respect. Break through the bottom line.

Without principles, the concept of honor and disgrace, and the boundaries between right and wrong, one will devise tricks, benefit oneself at the expense of others, and be criticized by thousands of people. A thin line separates one's life from two worlds.

"Besides, even with your fiery eyes, even your dad wouldn't dare!" Father Fang said with a smile, tapping the tip of her nose.

"Haha... That's true!" Fang Monan's eyes widened, and he smiled and looked up and down at Father Fang.

"I am very satisfied with you! People must know how to cherish blessings!" Father Fang turned the steering wheel and turned right.

"Hmm! Hmm! A porridge and a meal, when you think about the hard work; half a thread, half a thread, constantly thinking about material difficulties. Cherishing clothes and food is actually not directly related to one's poverty and wealth. Cherishing embodies wisdom; cherishing, cherishing,

It embodies indifference. Don’t abandon your wife who once lived a rough life with you, and don’t forget the friends you made when you were poor.” Fang Monan said, changing the topic, “Where is my mother!”

"You're such a heartless girl, you've been out for so long and you haven't even said to call us." Father Fang slapped her head with his fingers and joked with a smile.

"It's unfair! Didn't I call?" Fang Monan raised his hands and cried out.

"Hmph..." Father Fang snorted. He had only made one phone call after being out for so long.

"Hehe..." Fang Monan said with a silly smile, "Isn't this because I'm afraid that you guys will be busy and disturb your world?"

"You girl... you've been teasing your father all day long." Dad Fang shook his head in a funny way and quickly changed the subject, otherwise this girl would have said such unsettling words, "Your mother! She still has work!

"

"My mother's job is very easy!" Fang Monan said with a smile. "The most important job is to take care of you, dad."

"Your mother is busy studying!" Father Fang thought of the full courses arranged by Dayan, but that's fine! He was too busy and really didn't have time to accompany her. It would be good to learn more.

"Further studies? Mom is going to take the undergraduate exam." Fang Monan first thought of academic qualifications. Exam-oriented education kills people. It has been so many years and I still can't forget it!

"No, Bai Qing and Huixin opened the Feng Yixuan Beauty Salon. Your mother also goes to listen to their beauty courses during normal times." Father Fang said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry, "Don't tell me, they are quite capable of bluffing people.

.”

"Huh huh! Fortunately, your mother is so clear and is just 'pretending' in front of outsiders. If she puts on airs at home, I won't be able to bear it." Father Fang smiled and said, "In front of my own family, I'm still a little more comfortable.'

It’s better to be a little more presumptuous, otherwise it will be too fake.”[

"Mom is very smart." Fang Monan said with a smile on his face as the corners of his mouth curved upward.

Father Fang turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards the hall. "Creak..." He stopped the car and said, "I'll take you up."

The father and daughter got out of the elevator, "By the way, Dad, I will be in Pengcheng tomorrow, and there is a patient waiting there!"

"Oh! You are busy with your work, don't be too tired, bless Agui for me, and wish them a happy marriage! Go home early after attending Agui's wedding." Father Fang said in a hesitant manner, "As for Mr. Wang,

For your illness, please listen to the secretary’s arrangements! Mr. Wang really..."

"I don't dare to vouch for this without seeing the patient, especially a big shot." Fang Monan said cautiously.

Father Fang thought for a while and nodded cautiously, "Let's take a look at this before talking about it!"

Although in ancient times, the imperial power monopolized talents, and the elites became mediocre, which was a normal phenomenon, but now, hmm! It is still an official-based country. I understand it in my heart and don’t need to say it out loud.

Those who serve the emperor generally have specific titles. Those who cook are called "imperial cooks" and those who see doctors are called "imperial doctors." In the autocratic era, the royal family had natural possession rights to the world's treasures and even strange people, so in theory

It is said that imperial chefs and imperial doctors should be top experts in the same industry at the same time, but this is not the case. If you think about it carefully, just as the famous dishes that have been passed down through the ages are often not part of the imperial cuisine, the elites in the apricot world are often not in the palace.

There is a unique mentality passed down from generation to generation in the royal medical industry, that is, "not seeking merit, but seeking faults." It is clear that a certain dose of strong medicine will have a miraculous effect on a disease, but in order to avoid causing a big disaster if it unfortunately fails. The disaster is just to use some painless and innocuous prescriptions to make the patient suffer slowly. If you don't prescribe the right medicine, how can you cure the disease? However, in this atmosphere, which is the ideal situation for the birth of famous doctors? It would be strange if they are not mediocre. !The difficulty of being a medical doctor lies in the fact that one must not only cure diseases, but also try to cover up as much as possible the ambiguous matters in the palace.

In the emperor's view, the best talents in the world should be monopolized by the imperial power. However, the fact is that even people with good looks often fail to show their excellence when they arrive at the palace. They may even be destroyed and become mediocre. .

It has always been difficult to be an imperial doctor. If you do it well, that is the duty of a doctor. If you do it poorly, beheading is possible. Unless you are a doctor who does not seek merit but strives for merit, and he is a monk who beats the clock every day. them.

He Junyao and Cheng Shixi were sitting in the living room watching TV. The door was not closed. When they heard footsteps in the corridor, they stood up and came out.

"Oh! You haven't rested yet!" Father Fang and Fang Monan had just stood still when the door opened and the two of them stood inside.

"We're not waiting, just stay open!" Cheng Shixi tried his best to look normal without showing any thoughts.

"Thank you for taking care of my girl." Father Fang thanked him with a smile, then turned to look at Fang Monan and said, "Go to bed early! It's getting late, as for that we have to deal with it!"

Fang Monan nodded, "Dad, please drive carefully on the road, it's still raining! Be careful of slippery roads."

"Okay, I understand." Father Fang said again, "Dajun, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Well! Zhengping, don't worry!" He Junyao said in a deep voice, his thick voice giving people a sense of solidity and absolute reliability.

Fang Monan watched the elevator door close before turning back to his room, "Hey! Where's the eagle!"

"He! He went to bed early." Cheng Shixi muttered to his room.

Fang Monan glanced at Yuan Zhaoying's room, where he was meditating and practicing. For those who cultivate demons, night is the best time.

"Then let's go to bed early and return to Pengcheng early tomorrow morning so there won't be traffic jams." Fang Monan said. She waved her hands and said, "Good night, you two." [

"good evening."

They each went into the room to rest and 'sleep'. Cheng Shixi rolled up his quilt and fell asleep. He Junyao was still sitting in the blind corner of the bedroom, practicing cross-legged. Fang Monan was sitting on the bed, meditating and practicing.

Father Fang drove back to the community, and with a 'ding...' sound, the elevator door opened, and the door was wide open, and you could see the smoke filling the room. I don't know how many cigarettes the secretary had smoked while Father Fang was there.

ps: please pink, please

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