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Wen Qiang dialed Song Xinyu's mobile phone, "Xinyu, are you free?" ”

Song Xinyu: "Brother Qiang, is this time?" ”

"Yes, you go to the café across the street from the company, I have something to look for you."

"I'm not free, I'm changing the materials, my head is big."

"What? Are you still worried about writing a memorial speech? ”

"Brother Qiang, how do you know?"

"I'm the president's driver, I said it inadvertently when the president was drunk."

"I've revised it twice, and the customer is still not satisfied, I think it's good, and I don't know what went wrong?"

"Come here, I'll help you see, why is the manuscript written by our talented girl not good? I'm rooting for you anyway. ”

"Brother Qiang, only you still approve of me, that female devil...... Wrong, the president doesn't look down on me at all. You wait, I'll come right over. ”

Wen Qiang saw Song Xinyu walk into the lobby of the café and hurriedly beckoned to her, "Xinyu, here, here!" ”

Wen Qiang set up a chair for Song Xinyu and hung Song Xinyu's coat on the hanger, "Waiter, have another cup of cappuccino." ”

Song Xinyu sat down and looked at Wen Qiang, "Brother Qiang, didn't you sleep well last night?" Why are you so emaciated? ”

"Do I have it? That's right, last night my classmates returned home, and we got together and drank a little more. Is my face ugly? Wen Qiang rubbed his cheeks with both hands.

"No, I just look tired. Your stomach is not good, it is better to drink a little less alcohol, I will change you to a glass of boiled water, drink too much coffee, and you should have insomnia again tonight. Waiter, bring this gentleman a glass of boiled water. ”

"No, I just want to drink some coffee to refresh myself, and I want to drive for the president."

"No, listen to me." Song Xinyu picked up the coffee that Wen Qiang had drunk and drank it all, "Xinyu, I've drunk all the coffee." ”

"I don't mind. Wen Dacai, help me review the manuscript and see what the problem is? Song Xinyu took out the manuscript and showed it to Wen Qiang.

"Well, the format is correct, the wording is appropriate, the power is reflected in the pathos, and the heat of the context is also well grasped, very good, it must be that customer deliberately finding fault." Wen Qiang nodded while watching, because Wen Qiang couldn't hurt Song Xinyu's self-esteem, Song Xinyu's depression seemed to be almost better, and he couldn't give up his efforts.

Song Xinyu smiled and said, "Brother Qiang, aren't you making me happy?" Is it really that good? ”

"It can be said that your memorial speech is full of modern atmosphere, the writing is beautiful, very fresh, and very good."

"If it's so good, why aren't customers satisfied?"

"It's not that your writing is bad, it's that the customer is too old-fashioned. As far as I know, this client is engaged in ancient Chinese research, his name is Jian Houru, known as Jian Lao, a well-known ancient Chinese scholar, poet, and lyricist in China. Her deceased sister Jian Shaofen was a professor of ancient Chinese at a university, a well-known expert who enjoys special government allowances, a scholar, a well-known philanthropist, and a member of the Provincial People's Congress and a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. I have always respected this senior when she collapsed on the podium wearing her old clothes that had turned white five years ago. Therefore, Jian Lao's form and content of the memorial speech are very harsh and worth understanding. ”

"It turned out to be him, no wonder, I read his papers when I was in college. Since this is the case, why didn't Jian Lao polish the pen himself? Why do you need to ask our company to write on your behalf? ”

"Jian Lao is about to be invited by the company to be a judge of a variety show, and he hasn't agreed yet. This time, Mr. Jian entrusted the company to plan and host a memorial service for his sister, which was actually a test of whether the company had cultural heritage? Are there any literate people? Do you have the ability and qualifications to do a good job in variety shows? Scholars are a little screwed. ”

"Brother Qiang, I know what you mean, we have to write the memorial speech into the taste of ancient Chinese, and I will too."

"It's not just that it's that simple, neither can it be ancient or too vernacular, at least it must be so that most people can understand the meaning, and there must be ancient rhyme, which has to grasp a degree. Well, your memorial speech is actually quite good, the main framework has been formed, and I'll be OK with a little more embellishment. ”

"Then there is a great talent of Lauwen."

"You're welcome, let's discuss with each other. In this way, I will write it and pass it to you, so you can use it if you think you can. ”

After eight o'clock in the evening, Song Xinyu was still racking his brains to revise the memorial speech, "Ancient rhyme, ancient rhyme, how to write it?" There is very little time for the book to be used, I wrote a dozen words after holding it for two hours, I have exhausted my talents, there is no way, all my hopes are pinned on Brother Qiang. Just when Song Xinyu was at a loss, "Ding Dong! "Wen Qiang has sent an email. Song Xinyu opened the document and saw that a memorial speech of hundreds of words had been written.

"Heart Talk, the general content hasn't changed, I've just made some small adjustments on your basis. I don't think there's a problem, you hand over the manuscript to Lan Yuxin tomorrow, this time it will definitely pass, believe me, go to bed early, good night! ”

"You also rest early, you have to drive tomorrow, good night! The general content has really not changed, but I suddenly feel that the whole manuscript is done in one go, fresh and smooth, catchy, full of ancient rhyme, which is amazing for my brother. Song Xinyu was very happy. I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight. ”

The scene of the memorial service.

Moderator: Ladies and Gentlemen!

Today, it is with great sadness that we deeply mourn Comrade Jian Shaofen. Comrade Jian Shaofen died at 3:15 a.m. in the People's Hospital at the age of 55 due to ineffective medical treatment. During the serious illness of Comrade Jian Shaofen, the leading comrades of the municipal party committee and the municipal government visited the hospital one after another to offer condolences.

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Alack! The sky is raining, and tears are spilling on the East Ring; The peach and plum are thousands of rivers, and the waist is painful. The university is a great Confucian, rich in learning, blessed with thousands of students, and poor all his life. Comrade Jian Shaofen was frugal all his life and devoted all his resources to sponsoring 687 poor students. She endured the pain until the last second and collapsed on the three-foot podium, at that moment, Comrade Jian Shaofen was still wearing an old dress from five years ago. The old clothes that have turned white carry Comrade Jian Shaofen's noble, charitable, and dedicated life.

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Comrade Jian Shaofen's life is a glorious life, a life of eternal heroism, a life of frugality and simplicity, and a moment of pearl at the top of the ivory tower, dazzling and dazzling...... The fall of the song, the lamentation of all things, the woo hoo lament! Alas!

On the background wall of the memorial service, some precious video materials of Comrade Jian Shaofen before his death were constantly played. At this moment, Jian Lao was already crying, and Song Xinyu's eyes were also astringent by the atmosphere of the scene, and he inadvertently shed tears.

Office of the President.

"Song Xinyu, although I don't like you very much, but because of the memorial speech you wrote this time, Jian Lao decided to sign a contract with the company. Jian Lao's joining can bring hundreds of millions of profits to the company, so I decided to give you a reward of 50,000 yuan, and I hope you will make persistent efforts. At this time, Lan Yuxin took out a paper bag from the drawer, which contained 50,000 yuan in cash.

"Thank you for the tip!" Song Xinyu was very happy because her efforts were affirmed by the boss. After she returned to the office, she immediately dialed Wen Qiang's mobile phone, "My great talent, we succeeded, the president gave me a bonus, and the military merit medal is half of yours, no, it should be yours for most of the credit." I'll invite you to dinner, and you can choose the location. ”

"Let me think about it, I have to slaughter you severely, Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, which is what I am talking about now."

"Hahaha, not really, right?"

"Kidding you!"