Because it was his own article, Xue Xiangzi didn't have to bother to read it, the speed of reading it was naturally extremely fast, and after a while, he finished it, sighed in his heart, but his face did not show an expression, and said: "The overall situation is good, but it is not very good, it is just a turnover, and it is far from defeating Qinghuayuan." Comrades, don't be arrogant, we have to make persistent efforts and make new contributions. Next, I will arrange the next stage of work tasks, and everyone will complete them as soon as possible. ”

After that, Xue Xiang arranged to go to the next stage of the press center, and he first briefly instructed the radio station and reporters to go all out to build momentum on the propaganda front, and then focused the problem on the publishing house. It turned out that this time Xue Xiang didn't plan to fight alone, he stayed up for five days and five nights last time, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he never wanted to taste it again, so he confessed that the second Dutch chapter of the series was completed by the publishing house.

Clinker, Xue Xianggang revealed his words, Pei Donglai jumped to his feet: "Director, you're not joking, I admit that the publishing house has a lot of pens, to be honest, I'm not flattering you, there really isn't anyone who can match you, I think it's up to you to handle it, otherwise, if our second cannon is dumb, Minister Lei will be able to tear me up in a moment, or you will be a little tired, and I will serve you with black chicken soup every day..."

Xue Xiang waved his hand and interrupted: "It's useless to talk about it, I've found all the information, and I can't draw a tiger against a cat?" It's not lyrical prose, notebook novels, what else do you need to think about it, isn't this kind of style just the same, it's nothing more than an introduction to the situation, commenting on the reasons for failure and success, and what lessons should we learn from it? ”

Pei Donglai said, "Director Xue." What you say seems to be reasonable, but it is not, look for information. For description, the pen of the publishing house will do. You can comment on the gains and losses, refine your thoughts, but it's not just a random person, you can't write it without real kung fu? ”

Pei Dong also made sense, Xue Xiang was helpless, and he couldn't do it by throwing his hands at the shopkeeper. had to make concessions and handed over the collected materials and descriptive texts to Pei Donglai, and he himself was responsible for commenting on the gains and losses and refining ideas. That is, it is responsible for the most essential part of the whole article.

After arranging the task of the news center, Sun Wen and the others saw that Xue Xiang was uncertain, so they all said goodbye and left. After sending everyone away, Xue Xiang took the magazines and newspapers left by Pei Donglai on the coffee table and picked them up again. The reason why I searched for the second time was because I had a trace of luck in my heart, hoping that it was because of the rush of the first time to pick up, and I hoped that I could find what I wanted this time. Clinker, this time. Xue Xiang glanced almost line by line, half an hour passed, and he finished all the layouts, but still didn't get it.

As for what Xue Xiang is flipping, it is naturally about the comments and interpretations. Because only with comments and interpretations will the value of an article be proven, just like the first three articles of his Xue San, just commenting and arguing articles are estimated to be piled up in a room, which is called setting off a trend and has a wide range of influence. Obviously, Xue Laosan was disappointed, although there were many newspapers and several famous magazines reprinted it, but in the end they were all copied from the original, and they didn't give any opinions, opinions, how could they not discourage him? He sighed earlier, and it was precisely because he didn't find any interpretation about it that he was inevitably a little discouraged.

Putting down a bunch of newspapers and magazines, Xue Xiang held the teacup and turned in a circle in the room, the light smoke curled, the tea was fragrant, and as he walked, his restless heart slowly calmed down. His calm and exquisite heart suddenly had an epiphany, and he found a clue, that is, the ultra-high number of publications - close to 40,000, and the silent public opinion, isn't the two a sharp contrast, isn't it a naked contradiction. Since there is a contradiction, there must be a root cause of the contradiction.

"What the hell is going on, what's the problem?" Xue Xiang drew a big question mark in his heart, thinking about the good general, but he couldn't understand it no matter what.

In fact, it was not only Xue Xiang who discovered the problem, but also someone at Beijing University who discovered the problem. While Xue Xiang was circling around the room, Zhou Shuren convened the highest-level meeting of Beijing University - the Standing Committee of the Party Committee of the university. In fact, the whole meeting started before lunch, because Zhou Shuren since the start of the meeting, red eyes, iron blue face, yes, to the meal, still no one dared to say a word to remind "it's time to eat", the whole meeting was fierce and dull, the fierce is that the superstructure of Beijing University is all drumming, dull is the whole meeting except for Secretary Zhou Da was angry, there are few people at all.

There was a snap, then a clang, and finally, there was a click, such a music trio, and the initiator was naturally Secretary Zhou, who was very bright. It turned out that Secretary Zhou slapped on the table, accidentally shook the tea lid on the tea bowl, and the tea lid fell on the table with a bang, and then turned around half a circle, and fell to the ground with a click, breaking into two halves.

Zhou Shuren waved his hand to stop Feng You, the secretary who was making notes and was about to clean with a broom, kicked the two-petal tea lid away, hit the wall and shattered, "Say, it's all dumb, don't you want to see my old Zhou's jokes, don't you think Jingda is ashamed, you are glorious!" ”

Zhou Shuren's behavior today can be said to be a big abnormality, you must know that on weekdays, the principal of Zhou University can be said to really have the style of an ancient humble gentleman, sometimes even wearing robes, reciting ancient poems, the end is simple and elegant, warm as jade, but now a meeting, it will be like thunder, just open the mouth to scold the mother, speak foul language, just staged a martial arts, kicked the tea cover into the sky, such a shape, if the group of people here can not see the high fire of the president of Zhou, then it is hell.

It is precisely because they all know that honest people are angry, which is not trivial, and these people dare not speak even more, for fear that they will not listen to a word and be caught by the president of Zhou University who is in a state of madness, and they are typical.

Silence, and silence for a long time, the air Fang Buddha froze, and Feng You, who had no records to make, couldn't wait to stand up and speak, and save face for Principal Zhou.

"Hehe" Suddenly, Zhou Shuren laughed twice and continued: "Okay, since you can't speak freely, then I'll name you, Lao Jia, you are in charge of publicity, you say it first." ”

The person named by Zhou Shuren was Jia Quan, deputy secretary of the party committee of Beijing University, who presided over the meeting of the school's Youth League Committee that day, and was in charge of propaganda and the school's Youth League Committee.

After being named by Zhou Shuren, the water cup held by Jia Quan shook slightly, spilling a small splash, and then, he quickly covered it with his hand, but it didn't attract attention. At this moment, Jia Quan was crying bitterly in his heart, and Zhou Shuren said hehe twice, even if he was a fool, he knew that the sneer that was not smiling showed that Lao Zhou was already angry in his heart, but if he couldn't say anything at this time, he would be the first to be Lao Zhou's punching bag by playing haha.

As soon as he thought of this, Jia Quan calmed down: "Secretary Zhou, even if you don't name names, I can't help but speak." ”

Poof!

Poof!

Click!

Secretary Jia said as soon as he said it, and his power was not small, so that Secretary Deng and Vice President Zhang who were sitting next to him squirted out a mouthful of water, and then let Feng You, who was about to make a record, poke a hole in the half-inch-thick notebook. At this moment, even Zhou Shuren, who was blue-faced and red-eyed, was changed color by the thunder, and all the princes in the audience felt the thunder rolling in the sky, and they were so shocked that they couldn't do it.

I don't know if it's because the mind is simple to the extreme, or the city is deep to the extreme, Secretary Jia didn't realize the reaction in front of him, took a sip of the teacup, and said solemnly: "Secretary Zhou, comrades, I think the matter is obvious, that is, there is a problem with our issue, and some comrades need to bear a certain amount of political responsibility." ”

Jia Quan's voice fell, and Executive Vice President Jiang Dawei, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, spoke: "Secretary Jia, I don't agree with your point of view, I read the latest issue, and it can be said that it has done a very good job, especially the one in which it is simply a stroke of genius, and I don't shy away from it, I think this article has the atmosphere of opening a generation of trends." ”

Nowadays, Beijing University attaches great importance to academic research, and almost all the main leaders in charge of school affairs have made great achievements in academics, and the executive vice president Jiang Dawei, who is also a professor of the Department of History, is a convenient expert in literature and history.

Jia Quan smiled lightly and continued: "Principal Jiang, I have also read it, and I also admit that the writing and intentions are excellent, but it is inevitable that there are some articles that are too pretentious and have accounts for foreigners, can't you read the taste of admiring foreign countries, of course, this is a matter of opinion of the benevolent and the wise, but the disagreement with the reprint is not enough to prove that there is a big problem with the correctness of its politics?" In addition, presumably these days, everyone has paid attention to Qinghuayuan, to be honest, in terms of sales and response, it has been completely covered by our issue, but even so, the national mainstream newspapers still refuse to reprint, doesn't it just explain the problem of strict zhòng? ”

Although Jia Quan's words are not good, anyone has to admit that his analysis is meticulous and penetrating, which is really difficult to refute. Jiang Dawei opened his mouth, did not speak, held the teacup and drank the tea, and snorted loudly for a while. Seeing that Jiang Dawei was convinced, Jia Quan won with great momentum, and said in a deep voice: "Comrades, I don't think this matter can be taken lightly, this is a signal, obviously it's not that it's not enough to be on the mainstream newspapers, but it can't be on it, one is not enough, one can't, the meaning is more than a thousand miles, I think, if you don't take measures, I'm afraid it's too late to regret it!" ”

Jia Quanzuo was heartbroken, and was about to continue to make a generous statement, saying that all the princes present were moved, when suddenly Zhou Shuren snorted coldly and spoke.

"Lao Jia, what measures are you going to take?" Zhou Shuren's old face was so cold that it seemed to be frozen scum.