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"Heartwhisper, please be seated!" Zhao Dongxu set up a chair for Song Xinyu, and then began to order.

"Mr. Zhao, it must be very expensive here, it's too expensive for me to afford."

"It's not expensive, you just have to be down-to-earth, don't think so much." At this moment, Li Fangyi also came to this restaurant with Wen Qiang's hand, Wen Qiang sat opposite Song Xinyu, Song Xinyu saw that Wen Qiang and the lady were very close, and her heart suddenly became worried.

"Heart Talk, this is delicious, and it also nourishes your face."

"Thank you!"

Zhao Dongxu was busy serving food to Song Xinyu, but Song Xinyu's mind was no longer here. Her eyes wandered, wandering. Wen Qiang also served Li Fangyi vegetables from time to time, Song Xinyu became more and more angry the more she looked at it, and the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, "Mr. Zhao, I suddenly remembered that there was something else, I will leave first, you eat slowly." Song Xinyu left the restaurant depressed, "Hey, Xinyu, you have a treat today." ”

Planning Department.

Mr. Liu: "Xinyu, you give this manuscript to Master Qiang, and let him check it." ”

"Mr. Liu, it's not appropriate for me to go."

"I'm going to go to the store with Mr. Zhao to investigate, let's go, Master Qiang is waiting for it." Song Xinyu had no choice but to send it to Wen Qiang in person. She first went to the bathroom, straightened her hair in the mirror, touched up a little lipstick, and then walked towards Wen Qiang's office.

Office of the Assistant to the Chairman.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Please come in!"

"Secretary Wen, this is what Mr. Liu asked me to bring to you."

"You can put it here." Wen Qiang didn't even glance at Song Xinyu.

"You better take a look at the manuscript, Mr. Liu is waiting for me to reply." Wen Qiang put down the work in his hand and glanced up at Song Xinyu, "You are Song Xinyu, right?" ”

"I am, what advice do you have?"

"You are a top student studying in the United States, you should take a look at this manuscript first."

"I don't think it's appropriate."

"I'll let you see it, see what's wrong with it?" Song Xinyu had no choice, so he had to read the manuscript again.

"Isn't that a welcome speech? Very good, there is no problem at all. ”

Wen Qiang stared at Song Xinyu's eyes and asked, "Is there really anything wrong?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's definitely not wrong." Song Xinyu looked very sure.

"Then you read it to me."

Song Xinyu began to read the manuscript to Wen Qiang. "Distinguished Ms. Mok Huilan, distinguished guests,

BT Dahao Group was established in November 1993......"

"Stop! Stop! Wen Qiang immediately stopped Song Xinyu.

"Secretary Wen, I just read two sentences and you stopped, is there anything wrong?"

"Dear Ms. Mo Huilan, Song Xinyu, what kind of character is Mo Huilan?"

"She is a well-known female scholar and a well-known female writer in China, everyone knows this, is there any problem?"

"Should such a respected female scholar and writer be called a lady or a gentleman?"

"Of course it's called lady, can't you call it sir?"

"No, I should be honored as Mr. here. The chairman hired Mr. Mo Huilan to give a speech to the company this time, the purpose of which is to use her popularity and profound knowledge in the industry to improve the company's cultural industry image and popularity, plus there are many celebrities in the cultural circles in the audience, in this case, if even the title of the protagonist is wrong, it will not become a joke? People will only think that there are no people in the company who understand culture. At worst, it is a lack of cultural accomplishment, and at worst, it is a discredit to the company. ”

"Master Qiang, people are women, this is basic common sense."

"Basic common sense, then let me ask you, why does Grandpa Mao call Song Qingling Mr. Qingling, and the literati call Bing Xinzun Mr. Bing Xin, doesn't Grandpa Mao even understand this?"

"Is that what you call it? How did I not know? Song Xinyu was puzzled.

"Song Xinyu, you go back and check Cihai carefully, flip through the relevant information, it's really rare to be in trouble, just Baidu. Doesn't Xiaobao have a classic line? I don't know how to read. After speaking, Wen Qiang picked up the pen and neatly changed the respected Ms. Mo Huilan to the respected Mr. Huilan. Song Xinyu didn't think so, and firmly believed that Wen Qiang was wrong.

Song Xinyu returned to his seat and chattered, "Sour Xiucai, a typical Kong Yiji, don't believe I'm wrong." So Song Xinyu searched for "Can a woman be called Mr." in Baidu, and then a large paragraph of explanation popped up: Generally speaking, Mr. is used to address men, but there are special cases, such as great women like Mr. Song Qingling and Mr. Bingxin who have made great contributions to the country and the nation. For these respected women, it is customary to call them Mr. instead of lady, which is also one of the subtleties of the ancestral Chinese language...... But one thing is clear, that is, when calling women "sir", the target is not ordinary women, that is, not ordinary men are called "sir", but more often refer to teachers, female scholars, or women with high social influence and charisma......

"So that's the case, I didn't expect Brother Qiang to be so knowledgeable, no wonder he was so relaxed when he gave a speech in college, because of his profound cultural heritage, it seems that I have to make up for the class." At this moment, Song Xinyu admired Wen Qiang's talent even more.

"Brother Qiang, do you have to pretend that you don't know me like this? The way you look at me now is not what it used to be, you've changed, don't you talk love? Song Xinyu said to herself.

A driving school training ground.

Wang Xiaomei was driving in the coach car, "Wang Xiaomei, don't hold your hands so tightly, your hands should be naturally relaxed." Don't worry, the steering wheel won't fall, don't pull it so tightly. ”

"Master, I always feel that I stole the steering wheel, and I'm always nervous."

"You relax, the steering wheel is public, don't worry about it."

"Master, then I'll relax completely, my palms are full of sweat." Wang Xiaomei's two hands suddenly detached from the steering wheel, which frightened the coach, and quickly reached out to control the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes. "Auntie, did I owe you in my last life? You're a road killer, ancestor, I can't teach you. Forget it, go back and call your husband, I'm going to have a good chat with him, you're just a wonder. ”

"Master, I don't want to trouble you to teach me, I also want to be self-taught, but the traffic police are not happy. Master, just forgive me this time, I promise not to make any more mistakes. Wang Xiaomei begged the coach bitterly.

The coach sighed: "What a sin! ”