"Big brother, why haven't I seen you at Changjun University?" Wu Di asked curiously.

"Changjun University has more than 10,000 students, and I am just one of the two campuses, the South Campus and the North Campus. Although the Faculty of Foreign Chinese and the Faculty of Arts are adjacent to each other, so many students are walking on the road, even if you and I pass by, you don't know me. Nishino sneered, "I'm not famous, you haven't seen it, it's normal." ”

"Abnormal...... More than 60% of the articles published in the school's school newspaper are among the students of the Faculty of Arts. In the first issue of my school, I occasionally read a small poem, and I still remember that the author was called 'Changyingfu Canglong', and the pen name was very special and very poetic. As soon as Wu Di said this, Nishino seemed to have returned to the past.

In the autumn of that year, as a volunteer at Changjun University to welcome new students, Nishino was responsible for holding a sign at the entrance of the South Railway Station, and he had to ask every student who came out with a schoolbag. After a few days, the skin of the mouth grinded out calluses, and everyone was cured.

Some students came from the countryside and went to the provincial capital for the first time to go to university. Every time Nishino brought a batch into the school to register and pay for registration, he was tossed half to death, and the items pulled down by the freshmen were piled up in their dormitories.

So Nishino had no choice but to issue a claim notice and let those careless freshmen come to the dormitory to claim it, affecting the rest of the roommates, and everyone was very dissatisfied. After a week, Xiye was not less angry, especially Liu Zhigang was the most abrasive, saying that he was asking for trouble, so it was better to accompany him to the mahjong parlor to rub a few handfuls.

Liu Zhigang's family background is good, he often skips classes at the beginning of his freshman year, goes in and out of mahjong parlors and taverns, loses more and wins less, owes his roommates money, not to mention the money owed to his roommates, and alumni from other departments also borrow a lot, often dare not go back to the dormitory to sleep, and there are too many people who come to collect debts.

Not long after the start of the junior year, Liu Zhigang's tuition fees were almost lost, so he went back to the dormitory to live for a few days (the freshmen started half a month later than the senior year).

Xiye has no spare time to talk to Liu Zhigang, he wants to write some small articles, practice writing, submit contributions, and make a little money casually, and he is embarrassed to ask his wife Zhou Hongying to reach out, he is in his 20s, and he can support himself by working and studying part-time.

On the weekend, after finishing his tutoring in the Hexi area, Nishino passed by a farmland and saw an old farmer and his wife braving the scorching sun to harvest rice. The old couple was sweating profusely and panting, and there were still three points of the field that had not been harvested, and they still did not want to rest as the sun set.

Nishino didn't say a word, took off his shoes, and went down to the field to help them harvest the rice until the last rice plant was cut. The two old men were grateful, so they left Nishino to have dinner at their house.

I learned from the old man that their son was about the same as Nishino, but unfortunately he was about to graduate from college, suffered from leukemia, and the family's savings were used up, but he still couldn't save his son's life.

Nishino didn't know how to comfort the old man for a while, so he stuffed the only one hundred yuan in his hand to the old man and left in tears. After walking back to the dormitory, he couldn't calm down for a long time, he thought of his father and mother harvesting rice at home, couldn't help but be sad for a long time, waved his pen, and wrote a short poem "The Taste of Cooking Smoke":

The old farmer loved deeply-

The ground under your feet

Fertile is also good

Barren or not

A seed

A drop of sweat

A scythe

Golden for a year

Malevolent daylight

Sculpted faces

The wind and frost of the four seasons

Blowing white sideburns

Heavy rice beams

Bent the spine

nevertheless

He could not give up the land

until they grow old and die

Boys

Displaced

Steel-like forest

That's not your warm home

Home at sunset

Home is far away

Wisps of smoke rise

The old farmer picked up a roll of dry tobacco

Half a moon climbed up

It's time to think about it again

At dawn the next day, Nishino put the manuscript into the editorial department of the school newspaper, and a week later, the Minister of Propaganda of the Faculty of Arts sent him a manuscript fee of 10 yuan, which was the first manuscript fee Nishino received in college.

At the same time, Nishino received a lot of letters from girls, including a girl from the Chinese college who signed "Ugly Girl Invincible" wrote him a hot love letter. Nishino didn't care, he loved Zhou Hongying, and he wouldn't accept this love for no reason.

After graduating, Nishino kept this letter in a book and sealed it, of course, he didn't mention this secret to anyone.

But he never thought that "Ugly Girl Invincible" is actually not ugly, but a beautiful cutie. What I didn't expect was that I would meet him at Silk Road International.

"Big brother, what are you thinking?" Wu Di seemed to see Nishino's thoughts.

"Nothing. I think of an ugly girl who was invincible in college, and I don't know how she is doing? ”

“…… The concrete forest, that's not your warm home. Home is in the sunset, home is in the distance......" Wu Di casually chanted the poem, word for word.

Wu Di ...... Invincibility...... Are you an ugly girl? Nishino exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter if it's anymore, the reason why I've insisted on getting to this day is that I've given up a lot." Wu Di's resentful eyes revealed a hint of sentimentality, "Mr. Shima crashed and died, and Lu Xiaoman was heartbroken, and it was too late." ”

"Life is everywhere in giving and taking, big giving, small giving. Reluctantly. You want to get so much, so how much do you give? Those who give big will get the world, those who give small will get their families, and those who don't give up will get nothing! "Nishino is starting to talk at length again-

Yili Group and Mengniu Group became opposed, Niu Gensheng thought about colleagues, friends and enterprises in Yili, but the boss was afraid that he would overwhelm him and expelled him from Yili.

Niu Gen gave birth to Yili, founded Mengniu by himself, and several Yili executives gave up their millions of annual salaries to follow him. Mengniu's first pot of gold came out, and everyone asked him to have a good car first, but he even sold his own car to employees and partners, and bought a business car, he said: "I believe that I gave up a car today, but in the future, I will see that the whole world knows Mengniu." ”

He was still in debt, not only did he settle the families of his employees in Mengniu properly, but also took out part of his living expenses to subsidize the employees' families, everything was centered on the interests of employees and focused on their peace of mind.

As he expected, Mengniu's annual sales volume has reached half of Yili's in just three years, and its employees have never given up. In the three years that Mengniu was founded, no one has ever left. After the 21st century, all businesses that are premised on their own interests will enter the Cretaceous period! And what can survive is definitely to convince people with virtue and give up the new era of commercialization, which is the so-called winning the hearts of the people to win the world, or you are not only raising competitors, but also raising people for opponents!

"Big brother, what's the use of you telling me this? Take care of yourself first. Wu Di couldn't understand Nishino's true intention in saying these words.

"Hey, I'm alone, and when I come to Silk Road International to apply, I want to prove that I have the material and not step on someone else's shoulder."

"Big brother, the PR manager must be well-dressed, energetic and relatable...... Your long flowing hair will be given up. ”

"It's so long, what a pity to cut it. However, in order to work better, you still have to be yourself. ”

"It's almost time for the interview, and you're ready to prepare. I'll go first, remember that during the interview, don't say that we are alumni, otherwise that Lin will most likely brush you off in the blink of an eye. Wu Di looked back and smiled, "Good luck." ”

Xiye watched Wu Di go away, and suddenly felt that this director was a little cute, and it was not so disgusting.

In the next interview, with his experience as president of Huashun Group for several years, combined with the characteristics of Silk Road International, he gave a creative management model, which won the high praise of all the examiners present, and Nishino got the position of public relations manager as he wished.

"Congratulations, Manager West. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, come to the company on time to report. Wu Di hugged Nishino warmly.

"Okay, no problem." Nishino shook hands with the executives one by one.

Walking out of the Silk Road International, Nishino couldn't help but laugh three times: "No more money, Yes!" I can!”

Then he squeezed into the bus and went all the way to the door of Jiayuan Villa. Xiaoxiao also drove back, and when she saw Nishino's face with joy, something must be good.

"Husband, I'm not at home watering the vegetable patch, where are you going?" Xiaoxiao stopped the car and said, "If you don't sweep a house, why sweep the world?" ”

"The eldest husband sweeps the world, not the house, not to mention the manpower." Nishino smiled, "Wife, when will the CEO of Huashun Group return to power with me?" ”

"When I give birth to the Three Treasures, I will naturally let you go back." After smiling, he drove the car into the garage.

Nishino followed behind the car: "Are you still alive with three treasures?" ”

"Hmm. Do you have any questions? Xiaoxiao closed the car door.

"Tomorrow I want to borrow your BMW to ......"

"Borrow BMW...... Where did you get a job? ”

"Silk Road International."

"What position?"

"PR Manager."

"Husband, you don't have a fever, do you?" Xiaoxiao reached out and touched Nishino's forehead.

"I'm normal."

"Public relations manager, that's what women do, what are you running to make a fuss, aren't you slapping me in the face?"

"I'm giving you a long face, Silk Road International is good, there are piles of beauties......"

"There are a lot of vixens, uh...... You better not go, I'm afraid you'll be eaten alive by them. ”

"Your husband and I don't sit still, it's okay."

"Hey, you didn't say you were my husband in the company, did you?"

"Witty as I am, of course I won't say it."

"I originally wanted you to recuperate at home for a few more days, but it doesn't seem necessary. In the evening, our family went to Huatian Hotel for a big meal and stopped cooking. ”

"Why don't you cook?"

"Shouldn't my Nishino successfully join Silk Road International celebrate?" Xiaoxiao kissed Nishino lightly and went into the house.