Chapter 12: Thank You......

On the way back to the city, Li Wenxuan held back a pimple in his heart, and he couldn't say how uncomfortable it was.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and it was Xiao Li from the editorial department of the unit.

"Hey, Xiao Li, is there something wrong?" asked Li Wenxuan absentmindedly.

"Editor-in-Chief Li, Mr. You Zhi's manuscript has not yet been sent, and the typesetting is worse than his. Do you want to see if we contact him, or do you talk to Teacher You?" Xiao Li asked.

"You guys get in touch......" Li Wenxuan said lightly, she would never take care of these small things, let alone now.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Li Wenxuan suddenly thought of something again, and hurriedly went back, "Xiao Li, I'll tell Teacher You in person, you don't care......"

Along the way, You Zhi's shadow frequently appeared in front of him, and the more frequently the shadow appeared, the deeper the guilt in Li Wenxuan's heart.

When she got home, she held her mobile phone and never dared to dial it. In the past, she might have dialed instantly. It's a strange feeling. Over the years, thinking of the child who died young, and thinking of the ruthless him, she made up her mind countless times - revenge. However, over the years, he has never been able to find the right opportunity. How can I say it, before You Zhi was famous, he was just an ordinary temporary worker, what could he take revenge against? As the saying goes, she is not afraid to wear shoes with bare feet, and she has no capital to retaliate. And now, she is glad that she did not turn her determination into reality, in that case, she will not forgive herself in this life.

Thinking of this, she finally made up her mind. She breathed a sigh of relief and dialed the phone.

……

Since the establishment of this Zhihan Culture Company, You Zhi's biggest dream is to let people who are engaged in official document writing pay a satisfying return and live a more dignified and status. Although he knows that many people don't love it from the heart. Love is often based on the superiority of success, and this requires much effort and sweat to get it.

You Zhi definitely loves it from the heart.

His love, at first, was just for dignity, and then it really came from the heart.

It was when he first came to work as a temporary office worker in a public office, and he wrote a draft for the first time, which was a piece of information for the leader's inspection. At that time, he was not familiar with the affairs of the unit, and he did not know much about official documents, so he stayed up all night with just a thousand-word message.

However, when he handed over the draft of the information to the supervisor for review, he was humiliated by the greatest humiliation in his life.

From beginning to end, the leader drew the manuscript out of nothing. This is not counting, the leader waited for walnut-like eyes, foaming stars flying around, "You are still a senior student of the Chinese department, do you see what this is called?" Ah, you tell me what this is called, the format is wrong, the angle is wrong, the focus is not focused, the height is not high, who are you fooling?"

This was the first time that You Zhi felt that his dignity had been hit, and he even began to suspect that he was not the material for this business.

However, You Zhi has one of the biggest advantages: he must not let others look down on him. How to say it, he has already thought about it, even if he is dismissed by the unit, it must not be because his level and ability are not good, and if he wants to be dismissed, he must be fired by the squid of the unit......

At that time, in order to prove himself, You Zhi worked day and night to study, summarize, report, notice, information, and so on. He has a good writing foundation, and he is more energetic, so he tries to change the way these materials are used, and votes the good feeling to the internal information, and he comes and goes, publishes, and comes and goes, he gradually receives the attention of the superiors, and then later, the leaders of the unit discovered this talent......

At that time, he read a lot of books, economic, social, philosophical, theoretical, policy, and literary...... He knows that the law of human survival is competition, that is, the survival of the fittest. The bargaining chip to participate in the competition is that there must be sufficient capital.

A lot of reading has shaped You Zhi into a knowledgeable person. Therefore, his official documents are not only rigorous and brilliant, when they are weak, they are like water, when they are strong, they are like steel, there are bright spots in the plain, and there are thoughts in the bright spots.

In countless sleepless nights, You Zhi survived listening to the footsteps of Kumon words, and he could clearly hear the sound of words pacing, bang, bang, from far to near, and from near to far, clear and determined, strong and powerful. Later, he also became a director of the Kumon Writing Association, which became a bright symbol in his life resume.

Bitterness, helplessness, blood and sweat, only he knows.

However, although he has outstanding ability in official documents, he finds that compared with other people in positions, he always sees hard work and no achievements, and he will never receive praise and rewards, as if all the efforts are due. No one takes him seriously, and even if the manuscript is well written, the leadership is just - well written, nothing more. However, as soon as there was the slightest dissatisfaction, he immediately became the target of public criticism, and those criticisms and sarcasm were overwhelming. He grew up in this stormy environment. As a result, no one knows the people who work in the industry better than him.

Of course, during that time, he also met his own love.

Li Wenxuan admires his talent, his persistence, and his hard-working, although she does not have a good economic income, she admires him and feels that such a person will get ahead sooner or later.

They fell in love, got married, had children, and it was only when they knew that the child died that everything changed......

These are things of the past.

The past is like smoke!

Office.

You Zhizheng lit a cigarette and read Zuo Ya's manuscript - "The Possibility of Official Document Narration".

The phone rang. Looking at the number, You Zhi knew that it was Li Wenxuan calling.

"Hey, Teacher You?" Li Wenxuan's soft voice sounded.

"What's the matter?" You Zhi said bluntly, he wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

"Teacher You, it's a matter of manuscripts. "Somehow, the current Li Wenxuan no longer has the original freedom.

"I'll ...... you tomorrow," You Zhi still said coldly, "Is there anything else?"

"No, it's gone......" For a while, Li Wenxuan didn't know what to say.

"Okay, goodbye, I'll ask Director Zuo to contact you directly tomorrow......"

You Zhigang was about to hang up the phone, but Li Wenxuan hurriedly said, "Wait, Teacher You......"

"Is there anything else you need?" asked Youzhi.

On the other end of the phone, Li Wenxuan was silent for a moment, "Thank you, thank you......"

You Zhi chuckled in his heart, he could hear that the word "thank you" was not ordinary, and had a profound meaning.

"Oh. No, you're welcome......" You Zhi replied with a slurrel.