Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Even if Zhang Yunzhen was a blockhead at this moment, he could still more or less sense from Ji Xiaotao's reaction that this unruly and arrogant girl was afraid of him. When he thought about Ji Xiaotao's unscrupulous behavior with Li Weijun in the past two days, all the strange things seemed extremely reasonable.

"Comrade Ji Xiaotao, you must have misunderstood something. As far as I can remember, I have never walked through the forest in southern Henan, nor have I ever dealt with Chief of Staff Ji. At most, I have heard of him through word of mouth among my comrades. Comrade Li Weijun is just making fun of this, so don't take it seriously."

Zhang Yunzhen swallowed his saliva. At the critical moment, his mind became flexible. Since Ji Xiaotao was also afraid, he was afraid to hurt himself. After weighing the pros and cons, it would be better to pretend that they didn't know each other. In this way, they would have a way out, so that when the time comes, the rabbit will kick the eagle, which would make everyone more or less uncomfortable.

"Yes, I don't remember anyone named Zhang Yunzhen. I think his name was Li Yunzheng. Yes, yes, Li Yunzheng. I heard that after returning from further studies in Luosha a few years ago, he was transferred to the border areas to perform special tasks. There is no one named Zhang Yunzhen. Look at my memory..."

Ji Xiaotao was smart and eccentric. She knew very well the principle of taking advantage of the situation, so she pretended to be ignorant and mixed up the facts in order to confuse people. In this way, neither of them would appear to be at a loss.

Seeing the two of them singing the same tune and covering up for each other, Li Weijun's mouth curled up. Although he felt it was funny, he did not expose them. He thought that the relationship between Zhang Yunzhen and Ji Xiaotao was not a good thing. It would be enough to make appropriate teasing and revenge, but if he investigated it too much, he would end up being unpopular with everyone.

Not long after, Li Weijun drove a jeep to take Ji Xiaotao to the newspaper office. The location was in a large courtyard with bridle lions, corridors, flower beds, flying animals walking on the eaves, and a large courtyard with four entrances and exits. It was obvious that the owner of this courtyard was either rich or noble in the previous dynasty.

It seemed normal today in the 1960s. For example, the post and telecommunications bureau in Xizhimen now used old houses that were once enjoyed by high-ranking officials of the Eight Banners of the Manchus. Even the courtyard houses in Nanluoguxiang, many of which were places where third and fourth rank officials rested when they visited Beijing.

It looks gray and shabby now, with worn tiles on the roof, like an old photo covered with a layer of gray, but it can't deny its former prosperity.

"Okay, now we're here. Take your letter of introduction and other necessary documents and go register. I have to show up at the track and field team later, so I won't be accompanying you on the tour."

Li Weijun glanced at the sentries drinking tea and chatting at the entrance of the newspaper office, and saw someone dressed like a doorman coming towards him. He knew in his heart that these little devils at the gate of hell would probably make things difficult for him.

So he was too lazy to show his ID to prove his identity and just let Ji Xiaotao report to the newspaper by herself.

"But let me make it clear that the work in Beijing is not as easy as you think. If you think it is difficult to handle, you still have time to rush back to Shanghai and finish the Doraemon comic strip. I can assure you that as long as you can finish the Doraemon comic strip, in a few decades, you will be the founder of a school of comics and a master of the generation. No one in the country can shake your status. Why do you have to go to Beijing and work hard as a newspaper reporter?"

Seeing that they had already arrived at the door of the newspaper office, Li Weijun was still saying discouraging words. Ji Xiaotao widened her eyes slightly and glanced at this enemy angrily, with an indescribable seriousness revealed in her stubbornness.

"Want to back down when faced with difficulties? I won't. I tell you, the words "fear of giving up" have never appeared in my dictionary. I am just a reporter, and it is not as hard and tedious as you think. Just wait for me to do well. It won't be long before I am the editor-in-chief of the newspaper and the top reporter in Beijing. Especially when I accompany you to the Liben World Olympics for coverage, by then, maybe I can even make a name for myself in the world."

If Ji Xiaotao had said this to someone else, Li Weijun would have probably left with a gloomy face.

But when I think of this girl's willful and capricious character, and how much Ji Guochun dotes on this rich girl, who is always in a honey pot and whose every request is met, it is possible that after Ji Guochun and Ji Xiaotao have stabilized for a while, he will really promote this little girl to the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Nowadays, even if they are not in the same system, they can't resist the friendship of fellow townsmen or comrades-in-arms. Although Ji Guochun is from Shanghai, he still has to come to Beijing to perform his duties. In Beijing, he also knows many students, old friends, comrades-in-arms, leaders and the like. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Ji Guochun is willful enough, Ji Xiaotao may become the head of the newspaper without waiting for a regular employee.

This matter cannot be thought about too carefully.

"I hope so. But I still want to say that newspapers are a place where scholars and writers can play tricks. They are all cunning foxes. I am afraid that if you are not careful, you will lose everything. If you take the blame for others, it will be miserable."

Li Weijun sighed. Seeing that Ji Xiaotao rose to the challenge and not backed down, she actually put on an excited look and strode towards the newspaper office.

"Well, I respect other people's choices. It's a pity that if something happens to this girl, I will probably be implicated and in trouble again. Who made Master Li a kind-hearted person..."

After watching Ji Xiaotao walk into the newspaper office with a radiant look in her eyes, Li Weijun estimated the amount of fuel, got out of the car and rushed to the training ground of the track and field team.

Although due to complex reasons, various sports events are currently not in line with international standards and are held behind closed doors for self-entertainment, but because of the physical fitness policy proposed by the old man and the call for national fitness, the overall quality of the track and field team is not bad in this regard, and there is considerable progress and standard requirements.

There was no fighting or playing badly as imagined by the weak teams. Although no one can clearly guess the training methods of the world-class warriors, there is still some reference data. Apart from anything else, geographical factors are very important.

To give a most appropriate example, most of the people who are successful in track and field events, including those in later generations, come from high-altitude areas, especially the plateaus. Because the air is thinner than on plains, most people living in plateaus have fast legs, and their chest opening and closing, as well as lung capacity, are far beyond those of ordinary plains.

Most of the densely populated areas in the country are hilly plains. Although there are plateaus, due to the steep terrain, they are not like the Bashi Plateau and the Yamai Plateau, which are famous for producing runners. These two plateaus are relatively flat without twists and turns.

Due to the high west and low east terrain of the domestic plateau, the people living there are all herdsmen. Every day, they try their best to listen to the calls of snow leopards, herd cattle and struggle to make ends meet. Their hearts and lungs swell due to the thin air.

Li Weijun had the honor of teaching in the plateau before. He can only say that the altitude sickness is too obvious. Even if one can barely adapt to it, people who usually live in some low-altitude plains will still suffer some irreversible damage to the body.

This is also the reason why Li Weijun's various subsidies and salary were doubled when he was teaching in the plateau. Because of the poor mountains and bad water, plus the damage to the body, no one was willing to go. Otherwise, if the pay was high and the work was less, how could it be the turn of Li Weijun, a powerless, stupid college student who could neither carry heavy loads nor flatter others?

Looking at the uniform skin color of the track and field team, Li Weijun felt somewhat moved and melancholy. That was right.

It’s not like in the previous life, when any city-level track and field team would have to have a few Ni brothers mixed in, and even in the gold, silver, and bronze medals of various marathon events, there was not a single Chinese man to be seen.

Even if you saw one, when the inside information of the final game details came out, it turned out that the other guys were paid to serve as foils and deliberately admit defeat.

As a result, the funds that were originally intended to support domestic sports and benefit the general public ended up doing the opposite of what was desired. Li Weijun expressed deep regret for this and wanted to take advantage of the current opportunity to bring China's track and field sports to a height that is unattainable in the world.