Lin Miao finished making a phone call in Jiang Xiaohong's office and found that Jiang Xiaohong's eyes were shining when he looked at him, full of admiration and affection for "If you are eighteen years old, I will definitely fall in love with you". Lin Miao secretly sighed in her heart that banknotes are really a good thing, even Jiang Xiaohong, a girl who has enough standards for talent and appearance, and who is reliable and has brains, can't resist the temptation of money.

It can be seen that many people say that I don't love money, and the real translation should be: "What I love is not that little money, small money is not money, big money depends on how big it is." All in all, everything has a price. In this society, there is no problem that cannot be sat down and discussed.

On the other hand, many people's claim that "no amount of money can buy happiness" is actually a kind of self-deception.

People who say this kind of thing either don't have much money and lack the ability to make a lot of money, and some people may have the ability, but they can't make money ruthlessly, they want to live a good life, but they don't take action, so they can only sour a sentence or two, saying that Lao Tzu is not rare for that little money. Just like some parents will subconsciously say, "That's not delicious!" when their children are noisy to eat more expensive snacks!

But don't you know whether it's delicious or not? Ask yourself, is it not delicious, or are you reluctant to buy it? If you really have money, isn't it more useful to buy it directly and let the children taste it for themselves than to say a hundred words "it's not delicious"?

There is another situation in which rich people themselves say that "no amount of money can buy happiness", and it is impossible for anyone with normal intelligence to believe this kind of nonsense. This kind of boring rich man is clearly showing off his wealth and hypocrisy, and deliberately stabbing the hearts of the people at the bottom of the society with his words, so as to achieve the purpose of reaping happiness. It is commonly known as basing one's own happiness on the suffering of others.

Going deeper, this kind of statement has a more unscrupulous hidden meaning.

This kind of chicken soup for happiness is actually aimed at breaking the willpower of the poor to strive for progress, an implicit expression of the rich people's strict defense against their own social and economic status in the field of ideology, and a concrete manifestation of resolutely not wanting the poor to awaken their "consciousness of seeking wealth". After all, no matter how the social relations of production change, in a certain period of time, the total resources that the world can provide are so much, when the poor eat too much, the rich will naturally eat a few less.

Whether rich people intentionally or unintentionally, saying things like "money can't buy happiness" is absolutely beneficial to them. If a poor child really believes in this kind of rich man's nonsense and takes it as a life criterion, and spends more time and energy on pursuing "poetry and distance" than trying to get rid of "the reluctance in front of him", then it can only be said, who will suffer if you are not poor?

Therefore, money can not only buy happiness, but after a person has more money, even IQ can buy it......

Lin Miao radiated 108,000 miles through Jiang Xiaohong's eyes, and Ding Shaoyi outside the office called out, and pulled his thoughts back: "Miao Miao, go to your aunt's office, hurry up and do something big today!" Xiaohong is also here!"

"Good. Jiang Xiaohong immediately stood up, walked out of the office, and locked the door.

The three of them took the elevator up to the top floor, and the floor where Ding Shaoyi worked alone was so quiet that it was not like words.

Coming out of the elevator, the door is open to the large conference room on the left. Ding Shaoyi took Lin Miao's hand and walked in, and there were already two people sitting in the conference room. Sun Yuyan, who was in charge of the work of "Red Miao" by the Youth League Municipal Committee, and Huang Jing, He Chaoying's secretary. Lin Miao naturally didn't ask He Chaoying why she didn't come, and directly greeted Sun Yuyan and Huang Jing: "Hello aunt!

Huang Jing smiled and nodded in reply, hello, and smiled at Jiang Xiaohong.

Lin Miao could see that it was the starting style of male animal courtship.

Sun Yuyan had a faint smile on her face, she didn't say anything, Ding Shaoyi didn't waste time, turned her head and instructed Jiang Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, move the boxes on the sofa in your room, let's finish it quickly, and get off work quickly." ”

"Oh. Jiang Xiaohong responded.

Huang Jing hurriedly followed: "I'll move with you!"

Jiang Xiaohong smiled at Huang Jing, and the two of them walked out quickly.

Today is the end of the "Red Seedling" essay contest, and tomorrow Monday, "Dongou Daily" will announce the shortlist. Although the most important places have actually been determined a long time ago, there is still a passing scene.

Jiang Xiaohong and Huang Jing walked back and forth three times before they brought back six heavy cardboard boxes and two empty boxes.

Lin Miao couldn't help asking, "How many submissions are there?"

"One hundred and twenty pieces were shortlisted in the third group, and there were more than 200 eliminated. There are more than 400 pieces to be determined in the first and second groups of junior high school, and now we should hurry up and eliminate the shortlisted ones. The sixth grade group of primary school was shortlisted for 120 pieces, and more than 200 pieces were divided. There are more than 300 pieces to be determined for the group below the sixth grade, let's ...... Let's divide it. Ding Shaoyi reported the data to Lin Miao very clearly, and quickly assigned the task, "In the third group of junior high school, Miao Miao will register the names of the shortlisted and eliminated, and the sixth grade will also be divided, and Xiaohong will register the name." The other two groups...... Yuyan, you and Secretary Huang can pick the group below the sixth grade, according to the elimination rate of almost 50%, keep one hundred and fifty or sixty people, and I will divide one point in the first and second years of junior high school. ”

"Good. Sun Yuyan came with the mentality of playing soy sauce, she just put a name on this matter, but in fact, she didn't participate from beginning to end - except for being entrusted by others, she asked Ding Shaoyi for two finalists in the third junior high school. As for whether he can win the award in the end, it depends on whether Ding Shaoyi gives this face. If she really can't give it, she can understand it. After all, how deep the water of this competition is, how good the routines are, and the leaders of the yamen up and down Dongou City, as long as they have children at home, they all know it in their hearts.

Ding Shaoyi did things vigorously, and after the order, he picked up the cardboard boxes of the first and second groups of junior high school, picked up an empty carton easily, walked to the side and started work quickly, while opening the envelope, and also advised: "Yuyan, Secretary Huang, remember to put the eliminated ones back into the empty boxes after reading them, and we have to write rejection slips for the eliminated students, don't get confused!"

"Eh!," Huang Jing agreed eagerly. He was quite excited to do this kind of sentencing work for the first time—even though he knew in his heart that the part he was responsible for was just inconsequential content.

Several people each brought their own cardboard boxes and went to various parts of the conference room.

Lin Miao stood still, waiting for the other three boxes to be moved, and in front of him, naturally only the cardboard box containing only 120 letters of the junior high school finalist submissions, and the box full of the eliminated people.

The pen and paper were ready, Lin Miao opened the box belonging to the winner, and the first one was a familiar name.

Zhao Lanlan, the daughter of Lao Lin's old colleague in the municipal sanitation department.

If it weren't for Lao Lin's relationship, this letter without even a postmark would not have been able to enter the box of the eliminator this time. After all, she doesn't even have a contact address, so the publisher can't reply to her even if she wants to......

Lin Miao sighed lightly, picked up the pen and wrote on the blank paper: "In 1995, the city-wide essay competition of "Red Seedlings", the shortlist of the third group of junior high schools. Zhao Lanlan, "If You're Well". ”

Grandma's, "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" is really poisonous......