Song Zhiwei listens to what he says, especially his attitude of condescending to admit his mistakes, which is particularly convincing to the public.

After simply popularizing election knowledge to the villagers of Mulberry Village, he naturally moved on to the next topic: "Next, I hope that someone will take the initiative to invite Ying to come to the stage and sign up for the election of the next village party secretary." Come up with your confidence and bearing. Come up with your sense of service and selfless dedication. ”

Sang Baowen said loudly: "I have already signed up! ”

He glanced around, his gaze locked on Sangping.

Sang Ping sat there with a smile and looked at his daughter-in-law sitting on the shelf, like a silly boy.

Seeing that he had no intention of signing up, Sang Baowen breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll sign up." Sang Haibin walked slowly to the front of the stage.

Sang Baowen took the lead in mocking: "Sang Haibin, you haven't graduated from elementary school, even if you are half illiterate, you are all lifting you up, what are you making a fuss about." ”

Sang Xiaoguang, who had a good relationship with him in the audience, and several other second-rate people echoed one after another:

"That's right, let's go down quickly!"

"Don't go out of the way!"

"People below, watch out for your words!" Song Zhiwei grimaced and looked at Sang Baowen and the others seriously, "If I hear anyone you say inappropriately or make personal attacks, I will disqualify you from running and voting!" ”

Sang Baowen looked stunned, and hurriedly gestured to Sang Xiaoguang.

"Don't make a fuss!"

He seems to have forgotten that this drama was the beginning of his life.

After Yu Sheng registered Sang Haibin's name, he asked the villagers below: "Who else wants to sign up?" ”

There were a few people who were ready to move, but for the sake of face, they didn't go up to show their foreign appearances.

Song Zhiwei opened his mouth to speak: "I will say a few words about the selection of grassroots cadres. The education level of grassroots cadres is generally not high, and the last village party secretary in your village, Sang Caishan, is a primary school education. Hasn't he been doing it for more than ten years? Looking down on those with a low level of education, then why have you people with colored eyes gone for more than ten years? Now they are pointing at other people's jokes like clowns jumping off the beam. When Sang Caishan was in office, did you treat him like this? ”

When the leader on the stage spoke, Sang Pingniao quietly slipped to Sang Haibin and whispered to him: "I want to give a speech later, have you prepared your speech?" ”

"What you say when canvassing. Your daughter-in-law whispered to me on the shelf. Speaking of this, Sang Haibin shook his head dumbfounded. I wasn't prepared at all. ”

"Then you should think about it now. Why don't you stop and talk about it? Sang Ping glanced at the place where Sang Baowen was, "I just saw that Sang Baowen was holding a draft in his hand, it should have been prepared a long time ago, and the paper of the speech was about to be torn by him." ”

Sang Baowen made all the preparations in order to be the village party secretary, otherwise he would have looked like he was winning.

He saw that Sang Ping was not in his original position, and he was a little panicked. He craned his neck and looked around, only to find that Sang Ping and Sang Haibin were talking to each other under the base of the wall.

Sang Haibin noticed his gaze and said to Sang Ping, "You quickly sit back." After a while, Sang Baowen poked you in the backbone again. ”

Sang Ping was still working on Sang Haibin's speech at this time.

He took the time to say, "I'll teach you a few words, you remember." ”

"No, you don't." Sang Haibin said, "General, your daughter-in-law told me, just tell everyone what is in your heart when you speak." ”

Seeing that he was not flustered, Sang Ping knew that he had a score in his heart.

So, he sat back in peace.

On the stage, Song Zhiwei looked at his watch, and then said to everyone: "I'll give you another ten minutes, if no one comes up to sign up, then the two who just signed up will run for the post of village party secretary of Mulberry Village." ”

If only two people run for village office, the probability of success is the same for everyone.

However, Sang Baowen felt that he had a better chance of winning. At this moment, he even felt that the position of the next village party secretary was his.

Whether it is the level of education or ideological consciousness, he is closer to the organization in all aspects. What kind of thing is Sang Haibin's half illiterate. Fighting with him is simply beyond my strength!

Ten minutes passed.

There is no third person to sign up.

When the time came, Song Zhiwei didn't give extra time.

"It seems that only these two are the most motivated." Song Zhiwei said with a smile, "Only these two are running for the village party secretary, so there is no need to draw lots to determine the order of speeches, which of the two of you will come up first..."

Before Song Zhiwei's words fell, Sang Baowen jumped out enthusiastically:

"I'll come first!" He swaggered to the front of everyone with the speech he had prepared last night, and bowed deeply to the leaders seated, "Good morning, leaders." ”

After greeting the leader, he faced the villagers and slowly unfolded the draft.

He cleared his throat and began to read from the script:

"Dear leaders, hello everyone! As a candidate for the new leadership of the village committee of Mulberry Village, I am very excited to be able to stand here today and give a campaign speech. First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Sang Baowen, high Chinese, 25 years old this year, and currently a clerk in Mulberry Village. I belong to the generation that was born in New China and grew up under the red flag—"

Sang Baowen's speech sounded very advanced to Sang Haibin.

He couldn't prepare those words to that extent. It is estimated that the exact same manuscript is placed in front of him, and he can't copy it decently.

Sang Baowen took the manuscript and gave a speech for nearly three minutes.

After he finished speaking, he bowed to the leader again.

"Thank you, leader."

"Not bad." Song Zhiwei praised with a smile, "It can be seen that you have made full preparations for this election." After graduating from high school, your education level should be one of the best in your village. ”

Sang Baowen said smugly: "Among my peers, except for Yu Sheng, no one has a high level of education as mine. ”

Song Zhiwei encouraged him: "There is no end to learning, and you must not be complacent." I hope you keep learning. ”

Sang Baowen clenched his fists, "I will definitely remember the words of the leader." Knowledge is power, and I will definitely arm myself with knowledge! ”

Song Zhiwei bowed his head.

He exchanged words with two of his colleagues for a while.

"Girl, what do you think of his speech just now?" Song Zhiwei wanted to hear Yu Sheng's opinion.

Yu Sheng said three words: "Very standardized." ”

Song Zhiwei nodded in agreement.

"The next candidate, please."

Sang Baowen stepped down a little unwillingly.

When he passed Sang Haibin, who came up empty-handed, he raised his face proudly and snorted heavily with his nose.

The revolutionary martyrs said well, do not fight unprepared battles.

Sang Haibin didn't prepare anything, just waited to meet the enemy's bayonet!

Sang Haibin did feel as if he had a knife on his neck.

Since stretching out his head is also a knife and shrinking his head is also a knife, he can only bite the bullet!

Sang Haibin walked to the front of the stage and bowed to the leaders on the seat, touching Yu Sheng's encouraging gaze, and felt a little confident in his heart.

He faced the villagers and bowed again.