…… The leadership of the newspaper decided to position the newspaper reading community as an urban aristocracy starting next year. Soon after, I left the newspaper. For more than 20 years, I have always been in retreat and on the run.

In my common sense, the urban aristocracy seems to be a cloud-shrouded concept in today's China, but I think those who talk about the urban aristocracy must have a sour aristocratic spirit in their bones.

Once upon a time, there were some people in China today who were aristocratic. I noticed that a supposedly famous professor had written an article about the aristocracy, saying that the contemporary Chinese literary scene needed an aristocratic spirit. He said to the effect that if Tolstoy did not have an aristocratic temperament, he would not have produced the great "War and Peace", "Anna Karenina", and "Resurrection", and certainly could not have achieved any Tolstoyism. The erudite professor apparently forgot that Gorky was born on the same land where Tolstoy was born.

Gorky does not seem to be an aristocrat, and his background seems to be more commoner than that of ordinary commoners, but this does not prevent the great writer from writing the brilliant "Mother". The reason why Gorky became Gorky was not because he deliberately wanted to cultivate his sense of aristocracy, but because he cared about the fate of the toiling masses. On the contrary, Tolstoy became Tolstoy precisely because he had a strong sense of commonerism. What is aristocratic spirit? I can't imagine any "spirit" of the nobility, who give me the impression of being pale but with a straight neck, and usually with a nose tilted up and eyes rolled in front of commoners.

Foreign countries don't care about him, I think at least in today's China, the so-called aristocracy has long been a rancid word. But it's not uncommon for people to suffer from stink-chasing fetish. So although the professor just said that the literary world needs an aristocratic spirit, this "spirit" is easily contagious. In fact, it's not to blame the contagion of this professor's article, some people have long been like nobles, old and young masters. This reminds me of the newspaper that was going to be turned into a reading book for the city's aristocracy. I can't imagine what the newspaper we'll see next year will look like. Is it a day to get a French wine burp after drinking French wine? Mrs. Kuo yawns and covers her mouth, is it with the back of her hand or with the palm of her hand? How does a man with a mistress coax his wife? How to take care of the hostess of the dog in heat? In this way, it seems that the most elegant life of the people who claim to be the aristocrats of the city is the most elegant. If you are rich and noble, I wish the Chinese were all nobles. The problem is not that simple. The counterpart to expensive is cheap. If someone wants to be a nobleman, they must be thinking about how to enslave the lowly. Therefore, it is better to have fewer urban aristocrats who are obsessed with sex and horses. I can't say more reasons, I just remember that the scholars of the Jin Dynasty began to take medicine, and the Sima clan was almost finished; The children of the Eight Banners only know how to walk birds, and the world of the Aixin Jueluo family is about to turn yellow.

In fact, the world is so big, it doesn't matter what kind of urban aristocracy a newspaper wants, and what aristocratic spirit an article advocates can also be up to him. It's just that the whole society must not forget the masses of the people. Whether it is the world of the emperors of the past or the world of the people today, if you forget the people, the world will not become the world. It is said that during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, a politician said that China would use countless unknown Washingtons to create a famous Washington. This saying is more European and more artistic than "one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither", but history has long proved that the Chinese people do not eat this set. Naturally, China has never had such a famous Washington.

The topic of Minben is actually very old, and it almost makes people feel hypocritical to talk about it too much. But it's often forgotten. For example, the common routine of official articles is that under the correct leadership, with the vigorous support of something, and under the principle of something, a certain work has achieved great results. It seems that all aspects have been pointed, and only the masses of the people have been ignored. It seems that as long as the leadership is strengthened, there is no need for the people to shed blood and sweat, this society will have abundant grains, abundant financial resources, rivers and seas, and peace in the world. Then the masses of the people should take public holidays every day. I think this kind of official article starts with a few "in...... In essence, it exposes a psychological motive of officials of all sizes: they take the trouble to say a few more "in...... down", for fear of offending the gods on the head. It's not strange to have many people. But only the masses of the people are not afraid of offending. Isn't that a bit aristocratic? I don't think it's a big deal, and it's not a big fuss. Because officialdom represents the dominant culture of a society, its influence is decisive and far-reaching. It doesn't hurt if it's just a few people who are often full of stomachs and grow aristocratic spirit, I'm afraid that officials of all sizes will be so aristocratic.

Zhu Huaijing was confused, and he didn't know whether Zeng Slang's departure was because of the stiff relationship with the president, or because he did not agree with the president's change of direction in running the newspaper. Maybe it's a combination of both. This is also in line with Zeng Slang's character. This article is very slang for the image of Zeng Slang. However, this image has long been a little outdated, and strangers will think that this person is roundabout, and people who know him will simply laugh at it. Zhu Huaijing thought that Zeng Slang was born decades late, or decades early, anyway, he didn't adapt to the current world.

Zhu Huaijing pulled out the newspaper and continued to flip forward. The meal was almost over, and I turned to the article "But I Said Modern Ascending Immortals".

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Today's Chinese are really happy, and a living fairy will emerge around them every now and then. The living immortals call for wind and rain, go to heaven and earth, carry things with their minds, dispel diseases and avoid evil, and bring the dead back to life...... It's really omnipotent. In the Great Xing'anling Fire that year, fortunately a living immortal rained so that half of the world would not be burned. The Osaka earthquake in Japan had already made a living immortal in China calculate the time, but the Japanese simply didn't believe it, and they deserved to be unlucky. As for the outcome of the Gulf War, a living Chinese immortal had long been confident and advised Iraq not to fight, but Saddam Hussein insisted on going his own way. If the people of all countries in the world believe in our living gods as the Chinese, not only the Chinese will be happy, but all mankind will be very happy.

However, in recent years, various media have exposed some living immortals every now and then, saying that these people are pretending to be gods and defrauding people of money. The common people did not know who to believe. Now, many famous and unknown living immortals have fallen.

Is there anything else that hasn't fallen? Yes! The living immortals who have not fallen, but they no longer pretend to be living immortals. The current titles of such people are usually philanthropists, social activists, and members of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.

Clear-eyed people can see clearly that whether the living immortals fall or not depends on the level of their immortal ascending skills. Most of the living immortals who have fallen now were in folk activities, and in official terms, they followed the mass line. And those living immortals who are still very beautiful have been in and out of the official mansions at all levels from the very beginning, taking the upper route. It is inevitable to make taboos to comment on the superiority of the two routes, but which route will work, foreigners may not be clear, and Chinese must understand everyone.

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There is an argument that is said to be philosophical: history is forgetting. When so-and-so philanthropist sat on the podium of the conference with some senior leaders, the whole society was suggesting that people had forgotten that he was a living immortal.

History retains its glory by forgetting, and these officials save face by forgetting.

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Monsters such as living immortals are not only produced in China, but also in foreign countries. Japan has Shoko Asahara, the United States has the Temple of the Sun, and India has Saibaba.

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After reading the article, the meal was finished. Zhu Huaijing stuffed two newspapers into his bag. No wonder some people are so nervous! Zhu Huaijing instinctively realized that this article could not be shown to Mayor Pi. Just send him the article "Let's talk about the upstart" and prevaricate. Mayor Pi has a lot of opportunities, if you can't find an article, you can't find it, he won't care too much. Zhu Huaijing wondered that Zeng Slang's article didn't mention anyone's name, but how could Fang Mingyuan say that it was written by Yuan Xiaoqi? It seems that Yuan Xiaoqi is such a good person, everyone knows it.

Yuqin went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and chopsticks and came back, and the two sat watching TV and talking. Mayor Pi explained that he should pay attention to the method, and Zhu Huaijing was not in a hurry to talk about Tianma Entertainment City. Yuqin looked a little tired, so Zhu Huaijing said, "Rest early." Yuqin said: "I'm a little sleepy, but I've just eaten, so let's sit down." ”

"Zeng Yi left Jingdu, and you won't tell me?" Yuqin said.

Zhu Huaijing said: "He didn't tell me beforehand, but just wrote a letter to me before leaving. When I received his letter, I didn't know where he was. ”

Yuqin said: "Your friends, they are all a little strange. ”

Zhu Huaijing sighed: "Only these strange friends are the real friends I have made in my life." The world is like this, how can there be any true friends? At first, some classmates had a good relationship, but as time went by, their social status changed, and even their classmates continued to diverge. And the villagers of Wuxian County, who also work in Jingdu, are all interests to put it bluntly. When everyone came out, they all said that they were fellow villagers, how to take care of each other. Really let these people go back to Wuxian, it's not you who will fix me, I will fix you? What a fellow! Alas! Counting Mr. Bu, my real friends are only Zeng Yi, Li Mingxi, and Bu Lao. Now they're dead, they're crazy, they're gone. ”

"And me?" Yuqin said.

"Silly boy, who are your friends? You're my love! Zhu Huaijing said and picked up Yuqin, "Yuqin, you're too tired, can I take you to the bath?" ”

Yuqin sat up and said, "I'd better wash it myself." I'll have to find your pajamas. Yuqin said and got up and went to the bedroom. The two are not as romantic as they used to be, and they live like a very ordinary couple.

Yuqin handed her pajamas to Zhu Huaijing and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Zhu Huaijing sat alone for a while, got a little impulsive, pushed the door and entered the bathroom. He squatted down and rubbed Yuqin's back for a while, and Yuqin said, "You can wash it too." Zhu Huaijing came out and took off his outer clothes and went in in his underwear.

The two always like to lie in the bath together, and it always makes the two of them excited. It's almost the same old thing. Yuqin lay on Zhu Huaijing's body, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "It's so comfortable!" I'm so tired all day long, I really want to sleep with him for a few days and nights! You touch my back, pat my ass, coax me. Alas, I really want to drain all my muscles and bones, and my whole body is loosely stuck to you, just like that......"

Zhu Huaijing stroked Yuqin's body, stroking her arms, her back, and her buttocks. He gently slapped her ass and said love words like a child. He was afraid that Yuqin would get cold, so he soaked hot water in a towel from time to time, drenching her back exposed to the water. Yuqin turned over again at this time and lay on his back. Zhu Huaijing caressed her **, her lower abdomen, and her thighs. He stroked her navel, a soft, round full moon. He remembered where he had seen the little knowledge, so he said: "Yuqin, a woman like you, with a round navel and eyes, means that the ovaries are functioning well and are the best at giving birth to children." ”

He was intoxicated as he spoke, but he faintly felt Yuqin's body sink a little. It turned out that he had inadvertently touched Yuqin's most sensitive nerves. Zhu Huaijing was inconvenient to explain, so he had to pretend to be confused, slowly turned Yuqin's body over, and kissed her deeply.

"Wipe it off, let's go to bed......" Yuqin's voice was soft.

Zhu Huaijing first scribbled himself, then carefully wiped the Yuqin, picked her up and went to the bedroom. He restrained his eagerness, calmly put Yuqin on the bed, and then kissed it tenderly and caressed it lovingly. Yuqin hummed under his teasing, writhing and trembling slightly. Zhu Huaijing was excited and sober, he felt Yuqin's forgetfulness, almost a sense of accomplishment, and even proud of his maturity and art. It wasn't until Yuqin began to hug him tightly that he slowly gave it to her while shouting good boy, good boy, like a merciful God. Yuqin was completely immersed in boundless happiness, her eyes closed, not wanting to see anything, not wanting to hear anything. Zhu Huaijing kept whispering softly in her ear, what he said was meaningless, all she felt was a heat wave, a rush, a kind of agitation that couldn't say anything. Yuqin suddenly snorted and asked, "You said I said...... Say...... Wild talk, I ...... What did I say...... What the...... Wild...... Wild talk! ”

Zhu Huaijing laughed, moved that part exaggeratedly, and said, "Silly boy, you said that you will always open the door to me!" Didn't you use this for convenience? Isn't this your door? ”

"You're so bad, such a wonderful thing, you say it so badly." Yuqin became wild as she spoke, and kept calling you bad, bad you. Zhu Huaijing added fuel to the fire, and the realm was surging.

As soon as Zhu Huaijing lay down, Yuqin climbed up, tired like a rubber man. He knew that she was working too hard, supporting such a big hotel, and the business was not good. She rested quietly for a while, and then Zhu Huaijing put her down, took her in his arms, and asked, "Has business been better recently?" ”

"It's not necessarily good, and it's not bad. Hold on. Yuqin said.

Zhu Huaijing comforted: "Don't be too anxious, don't exhaust yourself." Business is not good, and I don't see other hotels doing much. ”

Yuqin smiled bitterly: "Don't be relieved of my heart. Since the opening of Tianma Entertainment City, our restaurants, bowling, dance halls, saunas, and even room business have been affected. ”

Zhu Huai mirrored the image as if he suddenly remembered, and asked, "Yuqin, have you ever thought about buying Tianma Entertainment City?" ”

"Buy? I really didn't think about it. Their business is so prosperous, are they willing to sell? Yuqin said.

Zhu Huaijing said: "That's not likely. Tianma's stall is too big to take care of. I heard this from Pierge not long ago. ”

Yuqin thought for a while and said, "This is not a trivial matter, I can't make up my mind for a while. Besides, such a big transaction will have to be interrogated by the commercial head office. ”

"So, you think about it first, and I'll come forward to talk to Piger about my intentions. Either way, I suggest you get in touch. Zhu Huaijing said.

Yuqin said: "Don't be too anxious to contact, you have to be cautious." ”

Zhu Huaijing said: "Your consideration is right. But I think that if Piger meant it, maybe sooner or later he would get rid of it. It's better for your hotel to take over, otherwise, whoever takes over will be your opponent. ”

That's the same thing. I'll talk to a few vice presidents first. Yuqin said.

Since Yuqin agreed to discuss with several vice presidents first, Zhu Huaijing stopped talking about this topic.

The next morning, Zhu Huaijing went to the commercial head office and talked with Lei Fuchen, and it was about Tianma Entertainment City. Although Zhu Huaijing paid attention to the method, Lei Fuchen knew that he was going with the will of a certain person when he heard it. Of course, Lei Fuchen didn't break down this meaning, but just talked about the matter, saying that he would support Longxing Hotel to buy Tianma Entertainment City.

As soon as he got to work in the afternoon, Zhu Huaijing went to Mayor Pi's office and stood at Mayor Pi's desk. Mayor Pi was looking at the "Southland Evening News" he was looking for. The newspaper was handed over to Fang Mingyuan by Zhu Huaijing when he got off work at noon, only saying that the article could not be found, and he found another one. He first planned to give the newspaper to Mayor Pi himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate. He and Mayor Pi should not talk about sensitive topics about Yuan Xiaoqi. What's more, handing over the newspaper to Fang Mingyuan is equivalent to giving him a favor.

Mayor Pi saw Zhu Huaijing, looked up and smiled: "This article is well written. Who is this Zeng Slang? Consciousness is very high! Yes, we must always think of the people! ”

Zhu Huaijing estimated that Mayor Pi might know that Zeng Yan was his classmate, so he couldn't pretend to be confused, so he had to say: "Let me see, which two words are they?" He leaned over and looked at the newspaper, "He's my classmate, who has resigned from the newspaper office of our CPPCC, and I don't know where he has gone." ”

"Our CPPCC newspaper still has such talents? It's a pity to go. Mayor Pi was very sorry.

Of course, Zhu Huaijing knows that Mayor Pi doesn't really appreciate this kind of talent. No matter which leader allows such a talent as Zeng Slang to be by his side all day long, he will sleep with one eye open. "I know. In fact, among our classmates, if you want to talk about literary talent, Zeng Slang is only the middle class. He is characterized by his boldness. Zhu Huaijing said this intentionally.

"Really?" Mayor Pi ended the topic of interest in just two short words and continued to read the document.

Zhu Huaijing looked at Mayor Pi's bright forehead and said, "Mayor Pi, I told Xiaomei and Lao Lei what I meant in the morning. They were happy to do that, saying to study it well. I think the two sides can get in touch recently......"

Before Zhu Huaijing finished speaking, Mayor Pi sighed, but his head was still lowered. Zhu Huaijing didn't know whether to continue, and was a little at a loss. He had been standing since he entered the door, and his posture was even more uncomfortable when he was embarrassed, and his hands and feet were stiff, and he didn't know where to put them. "Okay......" Mayor Pi finally spit out two words vaguely, reluctantly raised his head from the folder, looked at Zhu Huaijing and smiled kindly. Zhu Huaijing's stiff limbs relaxed and nodded out. After coming out, he always thought that the matter of Tianma Entertainment City was specifically asked by Mayor Pi to talk to him, and this was the first time Mayor Pi called him personally, which shows how important this matter is. Today, however, Mayor Pi seems to be a little absent-minded, as if he doesn't care much about this matter anymore. He can't really not care, right? Maybe Mayor Pi was more concerned at first, but now that Zhu Huaijing has done what he wants, he should be more insipid. A senior cadre of Mayor Pi's level always takes care of things so lightly and has ups and downs. This is the poetry of politicians in the art of leadership. Zhu Huaijing always understands the leaders he respects.

For more than a month, Tianma Entertainment City negotiated with Longxing Hotel several times, and the terms of the agreement became clearer and clearer. Yuqin is cautious, and after each consultation, she has to report the situation to Lei Fuchen. Lei Fuchen's statement is always very principled, and Yuqin doesn't have a lot of confidence in her heart. But she made up her mind to buy Tianma Entertainment City, thinking that this might be a long-term plan for Longxing Hotel. But today, Pije finally showed her cards, but she had no confidence. The price of the leather is 28 million yuan, and the jade qin is too expensive.

That night, Zhu Huaijing had dinner at home and went to Yuqin. It turned out that while he was having dinner, Pije called and told him about the day's negotiations. Yuqin is still very busy, it is already past eight o'clock, and she has not come back yet. Zhu Huaijing sat alone watching TV. Jingdu TV is broadcasting a special literary program called "The True Love of the World". Zhu Huaijing was not interested in watching it, and was about to change the channel, but when he saw an actress start singing "Holding Hands", he wanted to hear it. If this song is Su Rui's original version, he will never get tired of listening to it.

The song only stopped after one paragraph, but the melody lingered. At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes pushed a wheelchair and slowly walked to the center of the stage. In a wheelchair sat a woman in a white wedding dress. The maidens crowded around them. Zhu Huaijing saw it clearly, it was Liu Zifeng, the secretary general of the city, and his wife.

The male and female hosts came to the stage.