Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

　　 "Hello, uncle and aunt..." Xiaocheng greeted everyone with a very well-behaved look.

　　 "Oh, this is Xiaocheng. It's really polite and courteous." An office lady took the lead and set the tone for this fancy recognition event.

　　 Other New Year callers followed in cooperation, and laughed: “It’s not the same if you go to a middle school, you are sensible, and you can hold on to the scene.”

　　 "Public speaking, speech, these things are innate, what is good at is good at, what is not good at is not good at. Xiaocheng has this gene, and his future is unlimited."

　　 The secretary's son is naturally a thousand-for-all. The "uncles and aunts" around him can't wait to boast that he can cure the old stomach disease that has not healed for many years.

　　 Xiaocheng smiled reserved and enthusiasm, and repeated two words from time to time, which attracted another two and a half weeks of praise.

　　 Wu Qian is still a young man. She has never participated in such an occasion before. The more she listens, the more tired she gets, and she thinks: What does No. 1 have to do with being sensible? When someone speaks, he doesn't speak publicly, he is born, and he is not as useful as a secretary.

　　 While she was talking, she looked at Yang Rui again, but she saw Yang Rui squinted her eyes, as if she was listening seriously.

　　 Wu Qian thought about it, and suddenly realized that Yang Rui was also the secretary's son.

　　 then turned to look at Yang Rui's father, only to see that Yang Feng was already impatiently licking sunflower seeds on his back.

　　 Wu Qian couldn't help but smile: It seems that Yang Rui's endurance is not innate.

　　 The activity of praising the secretary's son and acting as a commendation of the secretary lasted for about a quarter of an hour. This is the highlight of today, and it is naturally warm and lasting.

　　 As for the children of other people, at this time, it is usually used as a foil, and it is necessary to attack the strength of the enemy with one's shortcomings.

　　 For example, Wang Shuo took his son out for comparison: "Look at Xiaocheng, who is so polite at a young age. If you look at you, you don't know how to say hello to anyone."

　　Wang Shuo’s son is obviously not the first time he has experienced this kind of occasion.

　　 Xiaocheng classmate laughed, and said, "I see too much. That's called ears and eyes."

　　 "This is how the secretary and the godson are good." Wang Shuo quickly piled the credit on the master.

　　 "I think Uncle Yang is the best here. Yang Rui has been admitted to Peking University." Xiaocheng said unexpectedly.

　　 Everyone's eyes suddenly gathered on Yang Feng and Yang Rui.

　　 Yang Rui smiled as expected. They used to make side dishes, but now they are hated by the main ingredients. Even if they don't want to take the lead, they will be pushed out to take the lead.

　　Yang Rui coughed and smiled and said, "I promise, I am admitted to Peking University and have little to do with my dad. I am the most powerful one."

　　 Now people are not used to this arrogant ridicule, and it is a bit cold.

　　 Only Xiaocheng smiled triumphantly.

Yang Rui also laughed and continued: "The uncles and aunts present, as well as elder brothers and sisters, in fact, you will understand as soon as I explain. My dad is the secretary of the township party committee in Xizhaizi Township and a small official of Sesame Li. A lot of time tutored me with my homework, but I was actually too busy. My dad often said that although the sparrow is small and has all five internal organs, although the township party committee secretary is a small official, there are 76,543 people in the township. He needs his service. Of course, many people may not need to work in the village for a lifetime, but as long as they come to work, it will be a big deal for these people, even if only one in ten thousand people in the town come to work every day, then It is also a major event for seven people and seven families. He can't make the seven families inconvenient for the convenience of our family..."

When Yang Rui said this, he paused a little bit, paying attention to everyone’s expressions, and then said, “I’ve been very busy since I was in elementary school. I have to check seeds in spring plowing. I traveled all over the town to see the wheat planting situation. Sowing was delayed due to various reasons. In the summer, the township had to be busy allocating water sources to resolve the conflicts between the villagers’ irrigation and draft water. The weather finally went smoothly, and they had to find ways to buy chemical fertilizers and pesticides. The harvest was lost due to insufficient fertility or insect pests. When harvesting in autumn, other people’s families are happy, and the village still has the task of purchasing public grain. Finally, in winter, we must hurry up and organize manpower to renovate the pond and maintain the reservoir. The most free time is the Spring Festival, but during this time, everyone can't actually be free, right."

　　 Everyone laughed kindly.

　　 Yang Rui spread out his hand and said, "So, I grew up on my own, my dad, I can't help at all."

　　 The laughter gradually rose and then ceased.

　　 Even Yang Feng, who is not good at expressing emotions, can't help but touch his son's head. Although there are elements of artistic processing, it is undeniable that Yang Feng did not manage Yang Rui's studies.

　　 Yang Rui showed an extremely well-behaved expression at the right time, as if he really didn't care about it. With the handsome and invincible appearance, it made people feel pity.

　　All the people present were all empathetic.

　　 People in the 1980s just ate this set.

　　 When commending cadres and promoting the collective, the core idea of ​​the stories described by all walks of life and agencies at all levels is the same: serve the people wholeheartedly! Home, for everyone!

　　 This instillation system has lasted for several decades. If you talk too much, everyone will take it seriously.

　　 Those who came to the group visit were leaders at all levels and backbone leaders. Everyone asked themselves: I really serve the people wholeheartedly. Although I have eaten more and drink more, it is due to the social atmosphere and cannot be changed by me. Subjectively, I want to do something big. I want to do something practical for the people.

Thinking about it carefully, everyone is even more emotional: Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. All walks of life have a holiday and rest. We, we were busy giving New Year greetings to our familiar leaders two days ago, and we are going to participate in the group call again from today. After that, it is inevitable to receive the subordinates who come to pay a New Year's greetings. Others are enjoying the family happiness at home, how about us?

　　 Even if they knew the purpose of Yang Rui's story, everyone was deeply infected.

It’s as if Japanese society always talks about "Daddy, daddy, then daddy". Even if there is no result, as long as the process is "daddy" than others, as long as you can get tired out of stomach ptosis and gastric bleeding at work, this person is worthy of praise. The ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is praiseworthy.

　　 The father in Yang Rui's mouth is the most respected image of the benchmark in Chinese society in the 1980s.

　　 The rare thing is that the story is well-structured and the details are fascinating.

　　 The secretary of the municipal party committee couldn't help but screamed while feeling his grievance.

"Comrade Yang Feng has worked hard." The secretary of the municipal party committee held Yang Feng's hand tightly: "The people will never forget the contribution you made to the people, and the organization will not forget... Xiaofan, come and take a picture of me and Comrade Yang Feng. ."

　　 The secretary of the municipal party committee took the initiative to ask for a group photo, and a circle of middle-level cadres was excited!

　　 This is a proper rhythm to be rewarded.

　　 Why isn't it me? Why isn't it me!

　　 The inner shout made the scene heated up again.

Snapped.

　　 Happiness.

　　 The three short and continuous shutter sounds, combined with the dazzling flash, made Comrade Yang Feng, who had been the emperor of the earth for 20 years, straightened his waist, making him more beautiful and refined.

　　Only Xiao Cheng was dumbfounded, thinking back and forth repeatedly: What I said just now has become like this!

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