The paper written by Du Yinlang was delayed for nearly a month, and now it is time to complete it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 It is said that it is very important for Du Yinlang to gain the appreciation of the chairman of the committee with this cultural paper with a certain tendency, so that he can enter the top management body of the committee at the third meeting at the end of the year.

Song Baojun also knew the importance of culture to the country in modern society. The Zhu Crab Committee vowed to revive China, and culture is an important part of the global ideology, which must not be ignored.

After thinking for a moment, Song Baojun wrote: "Civilization refers to the sum of the wealth created by human beings. In a narrow sense, the degree of civilization of a country is the only indicator of its strength. Whether it is civilized or not is whether the country is strong or weak. Writing is the most important carrier of civilization. China has formed a unique hieroglyphic script and developed so far, and the country's ideas for 5,000 years, including politics, literature, art, education, science, etc., are almost all embodied in Chinese characters. The way of exchanging ideas in our species is also based on Chinese characters. ”

The more Song Baojun wrote, the more enthusiastic he became, the ups and downs of thought, and one thought after another emerged. The ideas influenced by the philosophical personality became clearer and clearer, and all the things I had learned and thought in the past were reorganized and synthesized in my mind to form new perspectives.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, my sister Song Jingtong returned home from school after self-study, and asked, "Brother, why are you hugging a blanket and hugging the sofa?"

"I write things. ”

"Oh. ”

Song Jingtong took a shower and went back to the room to lock the door, but she didn't notice that there was another person in the house.

Gradually, Song Baojun forgot the time, devoted himself to it, and let the clock fly, writing from six o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the morning. Outside the window, the moon shadow sinks in the west, the stars are sparse, and the night is lonely.

Legend has it that during the Song Dynasty, there was a monk in Tianning Temple who was extremely proficient in calligraphy, and was entrusted by a rich gentleman to write the "Diamond Sutra" for the purpose of the town's house. The monk wrote several times for several months, but he was never satisfied. However, one night, the monk suddenly had an inspiration, and when the book was completed, the wind and rain around the temple were raging, and the ghosts cried and howled, which was a strange story for a while.

Song Baojun was dizzy and his ears were ringing, and he almost achieved this effect.

The draft book was written dozens of thick pages, scribbled and altered, nearly 10,000 words. Song Baojun washed his face with cold water, rubbed his sore wrist and re-examined the manuscript again. It took a few more hours to fix typos, incoherent sentences, and wordy and childish places, and there were about 8,000 words left.

At this time, it was bright outside the window, and it was eight o'clock in the morning.

Song Baojun didn't care about resting, so he first called Liang Bohua, Du Yinlang's liaison in Chazhou.

Liang Bohua was appointed by Du Ershao to keep up with the progress of Song Baojun's thesis, but writing things is not moving things, and there is no time to believe, and it is not easy to urge. He could only stay in the hotel every day and be in a hurry. I was overjoyed when I saw the call coming, and I made an appointment with a time and place to set off immediately.

Now Du Dashao has a high position in the Zhu Crab Committee, almost one person is above 10,000 people, and Du Ershao's status is also rising, as long as he works hard, he will definitely be able to soar in the future.

Not long after Song Baojun stood under the bus stop sign at the entrance of the alley, Liang Bohua's car arrived immediately. A black business Buick, allocated to him by the Zhu Crab Committee's office in Chazhou.

Song Baojun handed over the manuscript: "Brother Liang, find a quiet place to have breakfast, I have something I want to ask you to help with." ”

Liang Bohua cherished the manuscript, sandwiched it in a document bag, drove the car to the nearby "Tianming Tea House", called a private room, and ordered four or five snacks and a pot of tea. This teahouse originally specialized in morning tea business, but in recent years, it has found that morning tea is not easy to do, so it has changed to buy breakfast and target high-end customers, and the business is okay.

Liang Bohua first looked around the box, turned over the curtains to look at the air-conditioned ceiling, and found that Song Baojun looked puzzled, so he explained: "In the past, when I was under Brother Qiao, the situation was more serious, and there were enemies everywhere, so it is better to be less courageous and be cautious." ”

Song Baojun ate a basket of soup dumplings in two bites, and said: "That draft is just a draft, and there are many imperfect opinions that have to be revised by my cousin." ”

Liang Bohua thought that this was your cousin's business, and he was only responsible for passing the manuscript, and said with a smile: "The military young is a great talent, this manuscript must make the second young man full of praise." ”

Song Baojun didn't raise his head, as if he asked casually: "I wonder if Brother Liang knows anyone from the police system?"

"Oh, who is the military young man going to clean up?" Liang Bohua leaned straight, his eyes blazing. Last time, because of Wang Lingjuan's matter, he was severely criticized by the second young man, and he was trying to find a way to remedy it. It is best to let yourself do something difficult with the army, so as to show your capable ability.

Song Baojun immediately noticed Liang Bohua's cautious and humble attitude, so he quickly adjusted his attitude. Liang Bohua is loyal to the Du family brothers, and naturally thinks that Song Baojun, as the cousin of the Du family, must be unattainable, and treats him as the eldest son of a wealthy family.

If Song Baojun wants to be comfortable in the world, he has to adjust his identity in time in front of different people on different occasions.

Therefore, it is necessary to support the bearing of the "son of a wealthy family".

With a faint smile, the careless temperament of the superior appeared: "It's either that I plan to clean up anyone, or I'm a little inconvenient myself, and I want you to help inquire about someone." ”

"Commander, please speak. ”

Song Baojun took out a pen and paper, wrote down the three words "Han Weiwu", and said: "This person is from Xiangjing, about 40 years old this year, and has an Audi car with the license plate of 'Chaabb966'. There's so much information for now, and I hope to get all the information about him, as much as possible. ”

The license plate of the Audi was inquired by Song Baojun from his mother. At that time, Han Weiwu drove this car to the Xiangjing Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce Wu Xiufang by agreement, and there were many mentions in his words. His mother was also nearby, impressed by his nouveau riche words and deeds, and even wrote down the license plate number.

Liang Bohua wrote down Han Weiwu's name, then tore up the note and dissolved it into the teacup, and replied seriously: "Don't worry, keep it and check the three generations of this person's ancestors." ”

Song Baojun asked casually, "Has my cousin been busy lately?"

"Ershao, he hasn't called me for so long, I heard that he is very busy. Chazhou Xingang is about to start construction, with an initial investment of 80 billion yuan, and the total investment may reach 140 billion yuan.

Song Baojun nodded: "If you see your cousin, say hello on my behalf." I've been busy lately, so I don't have much time to contact him. The tone was indifferent, as if he was a big name.

Liang Bohua naturally did not doubt it, and even claimed that it was.

Song Baojun asked for ten cages of crystal shrimp dumplings again, and the two of them ate and drank to their heart's content, and went out at the checkout - the money paid by Liang Bohua.

Liang Bohua said goodbye and was about to start the car, Song Baojun stood by the car with his hands in his pockets, and said casually: "By the way, how much cash do you have on you, give me a few sheets." "Said it so naturally, let alone explain the reason, just asked, as if he really had no concept of money like a noble son.

Liang Bohua hurriedly handed over the wallet, and Song Baojun took a stack at random and threw it back to him. It looked like about 2,000 yuan, put it in his pocket, his fingers were still exerting force, and he only said in his heart: "It turns out that the feeling of pretending to be forced is so refreshing." ”

On the way home, I passed by a clothing store that had just opened, went in for a walk, and compared Han Ruoyi's height ratio, I chose a few girl-style coats, long-sleeved T-shirts, jeans and shoes and socks, and carried a large bag in my hand.

Today is the weekend, and I originally wanted to go to a nearby elementary school to see if I could let Han Ruoyi enroll, so I had to wait until Monday.

When I got home, I just entered the door, only to hear Song Jingtong's surprised voice shouting, "Brother, bought it for me?"

"Huh?" Song Baojun's heart was broken, how could he forget this female devil.

Song Jingtong reached out to pick up the shopping bag and said with a smile: "Brother is so good, buy me something every time you go home." ”

Song Baojun suddenly remembered his reaction when he gave her a birthday gift, and said lightly: "I bought it for you last time, but I didn't buy it for you here." ”

Song Jingtong's face was full of astonishment, and her fingers froze in the air.

Song Baojun walked by her side, saw Han Ruoyi sitting on the sofa in a daze, still wearing that ugly and ridiculous school uniform, and said with a smile: "Ruoruo, my brother bought you a few clothes, come over and see if you like it." ”

Han Ruoyi hurriedly rushed over and took the bag and put it on the table, and said embarrassedly: "Brother, Ruoruo still has clothes." ”

"Then what's the line, don't wear the old clothes if they don't fit, wear the ones my brother bought for you. Song Baojun took his coat out of the bag and put it on Han Ruoyi's shoulder to compete: "It should fit well, my brother's eyesight has always passed." Hey, don't you think this color looks good?"

Han Ruoyi was still a little embarrassed, and said with a red face: "Brother, my clothes are enough to wear." ”

"Take it. Song Baojun directly stuffed his coat into her arms, and then went to get jeans: "Look at this style, it must be beautiful in my family Ruoruo." ”

Song Jingtong, who had been standing for a long time, suddenly shouted: "Brother, you are eccentric!" ran up to the second floor angrily, slammed the door, and made a loud bang.

"Brother, my sister seems to be angry. Han Ruoyi lowered her head and whispered.

"Ignore her, just a vinegar jar. ”

Song Baojun's obscene personality easily played the trio of killing Matt, and his literary personality could make the 3,500 audience in the auditorium fascinated and burst into tears, and the violent personality taught Xu Yanyong and Dong Changhe to be unkind, and his philosophical personality was able to deal with all the problems with ease, but he had no way to deal with his sister.

Any man will have a woman who is destined to be, whether it be his wife, girlfriend, or his mother, sister, sister, or goddess of wishful thinking.

When I got up in the morning, Song Jingtong and Han Ruoyi met. Wu Guifang pulled her daughter to the corner and gave a detailed description of what happened to this cousin. Song Jingtong was very distressed for a while, and when she saw Han Ruoyi's pitiful appearance, she pulled her sister and sister to scream, and gave her her a well-collected fairy tale book. (To be continued.) )