The next morning, Zhang Yurong came to the Political Research Office in advance, and everything did not change from ten days ago. The only difference was that there was a thin layer of dust on his desk. After wiping the dust off, Zhang Yurong began to sort out his thoughts. The Political Research Office was a bit like the Censorate of the Qing Dynasty. Although the grade was quite high, it was pitifully affordable. It was a clean yamen, but the work was quite leisurely, and it was just publishing some policy theoretical research and other things. Of course, it did not mean that the Political Research Office had no chance. If an article was written well and the problem was analyzed well, what problems might be faced, what difficulties would be encountered, and how to solve it, it would be put into the internal reference. If it happened to be seen by that senior management, it would be a long way to go, and there would be a few such lucky people every year.

However, there are only a few out of hundreds of thousands, and the probability is even smaller than that of the lottery. Zhang Yurong did not expect to rely on this to get on the position of becoming a member of the lottery. He is now Ma Zixing's secretary. Although Ma Zixing is only the leader of a yamen now, there are people behind him who have served as the minister of a certain department. If it weren't for the delay, Ma Zixing would probably be a municipal leader now.

Although Lao Ma came out later and retired a few years ago, he paved the way for Zhongma. Once the term expired in two years, he would be sent to the Provincial Party School for further study. Once he came out two years later, he would be directly assigned to the subordinate county as deputy secretary of the county party committee and acting county magistrate. After five years of gilding, he would be at the deputy municipal level.

If Lao Ma came out early or retired later, it would be not difficult for Ma to get a sub-provincial or municipal level. However, Lao Ma was missing the point in the process, and Ma could only stay at the sub-city level. Zhang Yurong thought that by then, he would probably be the leader of a clear yamen. When he was in his forties, he sometimes felt that life had no meaning, because all the roads were clearly placed in front of him, and everything was unchanged, so it was extremely boring.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a man walked in from outside, wearing a big mask on his face and a long-sleeved shirt. He looked at it on a hot day. "Xiao Zhang, you are back, why did you come so early today?"

Zhang Yurong was a little stunned. Judging from her figure and voice, they were Director Ma, but she couldn't see the mask clearly. She asked with a tentative question: "Director Ma?"

"What Director Ma, call me Lao Ma!" Ma took off his mask and breathed a long breath and said, "I have been so suffocated these days that I have to wear masks everywhere, for fear of scaring people. Fortunately, you are back, otherwise I will have no place to stay."

When Zhang Yurong saw that although he had heard his wife talk about this before, Ma Zixing's miserable situation still surprised him: "Director Ma, you have created a plot against the class enemy."

"After all, it's not because of you. By the way, your son played Go well. The city held a municipal government agency Go competition, so I reported his name. You have no objection." Ma Zixing said angrily. At this time, a trumpet sounded downstairs. Ma Zixing suddenly became nervous, stretched his head to the window and looked at it. His expression immediately changed. He put on the mask and turned over to close the door.

"Director Ma, what are you doing?" Zhang Yurong looked at Ma Zixing, feeling extremely surprised.

"Tell you, didn't you give me a manuscript before leaving? I thought it was good and I posted it." Ma Zixing's voice came out through his mask, a little confused. Zhang Yurong was puzzled. He had never written any manuscripts, and was afraid that he would hear it wrong, so he had to continue listening...

"Then this manuscript got into trouble. When I read the manuscript, I burned my mouth..."

How could I burn my mouth after reading the manuscript? Zhang Yurong really doesn’t understand. Could it be that he went to Nanjing once and his IQ decreased?

"The most troublesome thing is that this manuscript was posted to the internal journal, but it was taken aback and published on the provincial newspaper headlines. The three large pages were full text, and a bunch of reporters came to interview..." At this time, the corridor was filled with footsteps, and a woman said in a coquettish voice: "Don't squeeze, my breasts are almost squeezed out." Ma Zideng shrank his neck, looked at each other with Zhang Yurong, and didn't dare to speak.

"This is a good thing. Director Ma, please explain it to him. When the time comes, it will be a great achievement when it is promoted on newspapers and TV. Not to mention the county magistrate, it is possible even if it is a mayor." When the crowds passed and the corridor was cleaned, Zhang Yurong knew the origin of the matter. Since it was a good thing, he would not have to worry so much, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"What's the good thing? I've only read the article about it. I can't answer their questions. Isn't this putting me on the fire? Otherwise, why would I wear a mask without any trouble? Do you think I'm the kind of person?"

Zhang Yurong smiled: "Director Ma, take my manuscript and let me see what's going on. Director Ma, you have a lot of things to do, so you naturally don't care about so many small places."

"Small place?" Ma Zixing's face suddenly stretched out, he took out a stack of folded manuscript paper from his arms and handed it to Zhang Yurong: "Please, brother, if you are writing something like this in the future, it's better to say hello to me first, so I'm so mentally prepared."

Zhang Yurong took the manuscript, looked at his eyebrows and jumped. The manuscript soaked in water was a little blurred. The handwriting was hidden in the water stains. It looked a little unfamiliar and a little soft, especially unlike his own handwriting. Next, Zhang Yurong looked one by one. His writing style was very similar to his own, but it was just very similar. Zhang Yurong could tell the difference in it. The arguments in this article were surprisingly radical. Zhang Yurong could feel the difference from his own manuscript. Although it had been more than ten days, this would not be wrong.

After Zhang Yurong finished reading it, sweat was covered with sweat on his forehead. Ma Zixing looked at him nervously. Zhang Yurong looked back at him, stuffed the manuscript into his arms, stood up and searched in his cabinet and hurriedly. This time it was Ma Zixing's turn to not understand it. He grabbed Zhang Yurong's arm and asked, "What are you doing? Have you thought about how to deal with the reporter outside?"

"No way" Zhang Yurong's voice became a little bit full. When he turned around, Ma Zixing realized why this was happening. Zhang Yurong also wore a big mask on his face.

"You are..." Ma Zixing was shocked. He originally thought that Zhang Yurong could get out of the predicament after he came back, but now it was not the case. Maybe the sound was louder, and the footsteps in the corridor outside were used here. After a while, someone knocked on the door: "Is Director Ma here? I am from Shengjing Daily. I want to ask you a few questions." For a moment, the door was smashed loudly. It was a pity that the old and weak door could not withstand such rough treatment. It creaked and looked like a building was about to collapse.

Zhang Yurong wore a big mask and began to think about it in her mind. Most of the manuscript was not written by herself, and the biggest possibility was Zhang Yan, but the handwriting was not very similar. Although it was not as good as his 20-year-old silhouette, it was also round and perfect, and it was hidden inside. Without ten or eight years of hard work, it could not be found. Moreover, the content was so radical, it did not look like the work of a junior high school student. Zhang Yurong was full of questions and could not find the answer to the question.

With a bang, the door did not block the suppression of the people outside the door. The door suddenly flew away. More than a dozen people with the appearance of reporters rushed in. The microphone reached directly under Ma Zixing's mouth. Among them, a female reporter wearing glasses shouted loudly: "Director Ma, please talk about your judgment on the future situation of the Soviet Union."

Ma Zixing saw sweat on his face, took off his mask and coughed a few times, pointed at Zhang Yurong and said hoarsely: "I have a bad voice these days. If you have any questions, please ask Comrade Zhang Yurong. His research on the Soviet issue is not inferior to me."

Huh, all the microphones pointed at Zhang Yurong again. Looking at the microphones brushed together, Zhang Yurong began to answer the female reporter's question helplessly: "About the future of the Soviet Union, I think it can be used to describe "old, big, difficult," and old means..."

Zhang Yan also felt as if he was being interrogated at this moment. He had to go to Liu Mingjie's house after dinner in the morning to ask about the weather conditions, mainly to narrow the distance with the squad leader. Although the squad leader left angrily in the end, Zhang Yan could feel that the squad leader's attitude towards him had changed a little. What Zhang Yan had to do was to let the seeds of this squad leader take root and sprout bit by bit, until he finally grew into a towering tree and blossomed and bear fruit...

But now...

On the playground with green grass, sparrows chirping and making noise. Two rusty goals were like crooked trees that were robbed. The playground was full of glass stones. Occasionally, you can see a hole as thick as a finger. The teaching building on the left side of the hole was also robbed by bandits. The windows of the teacher on the third floor were broken and swaying in the wind. Uncle Zhang Yuli said thrillingly with a relaxed expression: "You adopt my son, and then I will take you abroad, okay?"

"Not good!" Zhang Yan walked in small steps along the runway line, his face firmly following the heroes on the execution ground. Why is the performance wrong with the previous one? When my uncle arrived at his house, he drank all day long and didn't look at him. It was not until he got on the plane that he told himself earnestly: "Don't always play, learn more is the most important thing." He thought that quails sold for 5,000 yuan and did a good job in the exam. Zhang Yan felt that many things could not be based on impressions.

"Oh, then what do you want to do in the future? What do you want to do in three years of high school?" Zhang Yuli was not angry because of her nephew's rejection. Instead, she changed the topic. The light in her eyes was worthy of intrigue. Zhang Yan had seen his big yellow cat catching a hedgehog before, and the hedgehogs were clustered into a circle. At that time, Dahuang's eyes were not much different from that of her uncle.

So Zhang Yan's hair also stood up. He felt that he was not much different from the hedgehog. At the same time, Zhang Yan felt painfully that both his uncle and his father regarded himself as a low-light boy, not a social elite in his thirties. What's even more sad is that this idea is nothing wrong. The one who is wrong is that Zhang Yan is fine. Why should he be reborn when he thinks of this? Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's head is a little unrestrained:

"Study hard and improve every day!"

"Is this your real idea?" Zhang Yuli smiled, making Zhang Yan a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, what else can you do if you don't do this?" Zhang Yan kicked the stone impatiently, wanting to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"Do you really think so?"

"………” I endure it!

"You disappointed me!"

"………” I'll hold it back

"You didn't say what you said!"

'I have my own ideas, why do you want to tell you that you are not me? Even if I am, he has no right to interfere in my affairs' Zhang Yan's anger finally broke out. He turned his face and pointed it at the teaching building and shouted loudly: "I want to find Liu Mingjie as my girlfriend, and then take good care of her for the rest of my life!"

The voice echoed in the empty teaching building, sending out an equally loud rebound: "Liu Mingjie", "girlfriend", "love her for the rest of her life."

After the shout, Zhang Yan suddenly felt happy. The stagnation that had been accumulated in his chest disappeared, and the person became much lighter. A big hand slapped his shoulder, and his uncle's words came from behind, with warm expectation: "Child, I'm relieved. A man can fail and cry, but he can't have any worries. If you want to be a successful person, you must do it bravely according to your will and persevere in any difficulties. In this way, you will find that success is actually very close to you."
Chapter completed!