The text appeals to the pen, and the words are sprinkled with eloquence.
Only at the end of the writing, Zhou Qingfeng tore again and threw the revised manuscript into the wastebasket. What he writes is bullshit, worthless.
"Stop writing, go home and rest."
Zhou Qingfeng leaned heavily on the office chair as he waved to the two women next to him to leave. Lin Wan and Orioles stayed up all night with them, but they didn't expect the uncle to give up.
"Social reform is much more difficult than technological innovation. I use the capitalist's way to make a one-size-fits-all approach. I have stood on the edge of a cliff and cannot go any further.
Blindly wailing and whining will only arouse people's disgust. I have used up my black-faced thunder means, so I have to change my face to show the bodhisattva's heart. "
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head tiredly and closed his eyes slightly, not wanting to speak any more.
As a secretary, Lin Wan has been accompanying revisions. She could understand the man's mood at the moment, cleaned up the desk obediently, got up and left the office.
The oriole originally wanted to stay, but realized that men were also facing shackles as they progressed in their careers by leaps and bounds. She did not speak much, and left quietly.
Just closing the office door, the oriole quickly followed Lin Wan and shouted in a low voice: "Bitch, bring the first manuscript that the president tore off. I saw you pick it out of the trash."
"Why should I give it to you?" Lin Wan kept walking, "This is an important company document, I want to save it in the file. You want it, there is a second edition in the trash, you can also pick it up."
"The first edition is so insightful and worth reading over and over again. The second edition is like rubbish, too much to look at. Bitch, why are you running so fast? I'm afraid I won't be able to grab it from you?"
The oriole was anxious and tried to pull Linwan but didn't hold it. Two women walked out of the new office building of the'Shengguang' one after another, and the Lin family was waiting in the parking lot.
The sliding door of'Chang'an Star' opened, and two big beauties came up at the same time. Brother Lin was taken aback, "Why are you..., made up?"
"Who makes reconciliation with this bitch?" the two girls said angrily, "It is impossible to reconcile in this life."
Brother Lin stopped talking and drove the two daughters home quickly.
There were no people in the streets late at night, and the rumble of the engine spread far and wide. Lin Wan opened the car window, and the night breeze blew her face, sober.
"Brother, do you want to be a boss?" Lin Wan asked suddenly.
"Huh..., be the boss?" Brother Lin was driving, and this question was really whimsical to him. He didn't know how to answer, so he waited for Lin Wan to continue.
But Lin Wan sighed and didn't say anything, staring out of the car window worriedly.
The Oriole whispered, "He is so stressed now that tens of thousands of people have no food to eat and all blame him. The current situation is beyond everyone's expectation. You can't help if you want to."
Lin Wan still didn't speak, her face was blank.
Brother Lin waited for a long time to come to such a sentence, and asked in a puzzled way: "I am under a lot of pressure? I am not under pressure. Actually, I didn't think about being a boss. But... "
The two women yelled in the back seat of the carriage: "Stupid, I didn't say you."
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend, Brother Lin shut up.
When they arrived home at one o'clock in the morning, Lin's brothers and sisters crept open the door, only to find that their father was not asleep. The living room light was on, and he was sitting alone at the deserted dining table.
There was an ashtray on the table. Papa Lin, who hadn't smoked for many years, smoked half a pack at night, and a lot of cigarette butts were scattered on the table.
When Lin Wan came back, she snatched the cigarette from the old man's hand. At the same time, she opened the door and the window to ventilate her. She also reprimanded: "Dad, why are you smoking again? How many times have you said this is not good for your health."
The smoky old brother Lin in the room coughed.
After a while, the Lin family's mother came out of the house in her clothes and sighed: "It wasn't because of the'Zhou Pepi'.
What's wrong with that brat? Writing articles and cursing people is quite powerful. Everything about him is on TV tonight. "
After careful questioning, I realized that with the support of "Harmony Weekly", Tianyang's media have been bolder these days. They have conducted in-depth reports on the problems of state-owned enterprises for several days, and the unearthed incidents are shocking.
Daddy Lin was originally a small official in the city battery factory, and he was considered a staff member. Zhou Qingfeng slaughtered the Quartet and cut him mercilessly.
In the first few days, Father Lin was also not convinced, feeling that he had no credit and hard work, but because of his daughter's face, he still had to maintain a bit of the right to speak of the'Holy Light'.
In his heart, Daddy Lin still felt that he was a decent man, and he should not be treated as ruthlessly by layoffs.
It's just that the unemployed people are getting more and more troubled. Zhou Qingfeng's "self-media" posted an article on hk and sent it back to the mainland, boldly cursing the "iron rice bowls".
Daddy Lin was watching TV tonight, and Tianyang TV’s special report revealed all the covered sores, and the situation was immediately reversed.
Because behind every moth who earns his wages steadily, there are ten or even dozens of ordinary people who are struggling to survive. Hundreds of thousands of people at the lower levels broke out in the city.
Zhou Qingfeng invested money in Tianyang to start a company to increase employment. The good reputation accumulated over six months gave him a strong support in an instant.
Public opinion reversed.
The TV interviewed many poor households in the city who really couldn't make it. Only then did many people know that the two companies "Shengguang" and "Harmony" directly and indirectly created more than 20,000 jobs.
Many poor households used to earn less than 50 yuan a month, but now they can find a good job in a "harmony" company. Even if it is just recycling and cleaning, the monthly income is not less than two hundred.
'Holy Light' has sponsored more than 5,000 urban and rural students from poor families in half a year so that they can continue to study without dropping out of school to find a poor subsistence job.
As for rural physical loans, the limit of 100 yuan has been raised to 300 yuan. Can help more families to get out of difficulties. These are good deeds that change destiny.
For this charity alone, Zhou Qingfeng’s monthly expenditures quickly jumped from hundreds of thousands to one million. But after spending so much, he didn't publicize anything, and many things are unknown.
Some adults who were impoverished due to illness were sent to the hospital by the'Holy Light' to recover their health.
Children with deceased parents receive a monthly living allowance to go to school safely and live with dignity.
There are little hooligans who can't find a job and mess around. After being educated, they laugh and talk about their past and are busy on the production line.
People who were laid off by Zhou Qingfeng were counted as tens of thousands, and those who benefited from Zhou Qingfeng's favor were also counted as tens of thousands.
If it weren't for the TV station to interview, who knew that this fool had helped thousands of people generously? Even the media reporters are extremely surprised. Every interview is a spiritual baptism.
The bottom of the society is silent, no one pays attention, and no right to speak. They don't even know who rescued them. Many people asked the reporter who the "Holy Light" was? Why do you want to help yourself
Some people knelt down in tears, hoping that the reporter would say hello to Zhou Qingfeng on their behalf. Some people scolded Zhou Qingfeng for digging the corner of socialism and admitted that Zhou Qingfeng did the right thing.
A TV reporter wanted to interview Zhou Qingfeng and asked him for what purpose he was doing charity? Ask him how he feels facing accusations and praise? Ask him if he really loves the land under his feet
But after the phone call to ask for an interview time, Zhou Qingfeng sneered on the phone: "Why are you interviewing me? I don't do these things for praise, nor for recognition, nor to love someone.
I do what I want to do, nothing more. As for whether others like it or not, are you grateful, or give back? I don't care at all, and I don't need any understanding.
I just want to stand high and be a hero. "