Successors

I can't help but look at Liu Yue's successor carefully. She looks no more than a few years older than me. She has a good figure, white skin, beautiful dress, and a good breast. She is a young woman, mainly because she has a mature woman's taste on her face, which is not commensurate with her age.

I'm not boasting. This woman has an advantage over Liu Yue in her age, and no other place can match Liu Yue. Although she is also very beautiful, her temperament, charm, and manner are not the same as Liu Yue.

Age may be very important for old men. Old men like to find young women and get back their youth from them. But who can ensure that those young women don't wear green hats for old men?

What is age for a young man like me? I never take age seriously. Instead, I feel particularly attached to women older than me. The charm and tenderness, the sunny and charming, are beyond the reach of naive girls.

Looking at Nini's little mother and the 40-year-old man, I secretly prayed that the little woman would put a green hat on him.

I think I'm really bad.

The man's face soon returned to normal, with a smile on his face, which was very generous and condescending: "Ha ha... thank you, thank you for coming to see Nini."

He even extended his right hand to me.

"I immediately extended my right hand, too. Since he was so generous, I certainly couldn't be stingy. I am now a national cadre and a reporter for the Party newspaper, not a shy student a month ago.".

"I shook hands with him, and he smiled, but I could clearly see the contempt and coldness in his eyes.".

I also smiled, my smile was very simple, it was specially hard piled up, not the kind of heartfelt smile to Liu Yue.

The old man and the little man clasped their hands.

He is an old man, but he is not old, but much older than me.

Under his majestic eyes and demeanor, I have no inferiority complex. I think I am happier and stronger than him, because Liu Yue likes me and is the happiest thing to be with me. This man, who lost Liu Yue, said he was unlucky.

Then we released our hands.

I don't think I have anything to say with him, and the little woman behind him.

After half a sentence, I was ready to leave and nodded to him: "Goodbye."

After that, I didn't look at them and left at the wrong time.

Just two steps away, a man in his fifties wearing a suit came face to face. Accompanied by two white coats, he didn't look at me directly, and came straight behind me with a smile on his face: "Director Song, you are here in person."

My body was shocked and I still walked forward, but I slowed down my pace. his mother, this birdman is a director and a dog.

I pricked up my ears as I walked.

"Dean Ma, the child is causing you trouble..." It was Nini's father's voice.

"Where, the child of our own health system, can still be aggrieved. Besides, you are also the head of our competent authority..."

I see. Nini's father is the director of the municipal health bureau.

The name of the director of the municipal health bureau is Song Mingzheng. I saw this name in the internal address book of the leaders of the municipal ministries and commissions the other day.

Liu Yue's ex husband's name is Song Mingzheng, and he is also a county level cadre. Damn it, he's very awesome! I can't help feeling angry! Think of the pain and melancholy he brought to Liu Yue.

At that time, I didn't have any social and life experience. According to my knowledge, I naturally believed that between Song Mingzheng, Liu Yue and the little woman, there was no doubt that there was a story about the death of his wife and the death of his third wife. The injured one was undoubtedly my Yue'er. So I am very angry. I hate Song Mingzheng and his wife.

As for Song Mingzheng, I can't see how much he likes me, and Laozi just doesn't want him to like it.

After walking out of the hospital, the child was safe. I felt relieved. Then I had to wait for Liu Yue to find me and tell her the news. She could rest assured of her work and didn't have to rush back.

I went to the post office to send a letter to Liu Yue, and then went to the office to rush a manuscript.

It was quiet in the office. Everyone went out for interviews. Only Liu Fei was reading the newspaper.

Liu Fei is actually very young, and looks just 5 or 6 years older than me. He wears a pair of glasses, is gentle, and has a quite literary demeanor.

The News Department is the department with the strongest learning atmosphere in the newspaper office. Other departments and offices are everywhere chatting and drinking tea during working hours. Only the News Department is very quiet. In addition to going out for interviews, everyone is used to lying on the table and rushing to write, or reading the newspaper, quietly discussing writing experience and skills.

In order to prevent other colleagues from harassing, Liu Fei wrote a few big words and pasted them on the wall opposite the door: "No smoking department, no chatting."

Naturally, I should abide by the rules. When I want to smoke, I go to the corridor outside and ponder the ideas of the manuscript while smoking. When I think about it, I will come back and continue to write.

Writing manuscripts is really a hard job. At that time, when China's newspaper industry was just entering the orbit of market economy, the operation of the newspaper office was very ordinary. We just said goodbye to lead and fire, and the newspaper changed from lead printing to offset printing, but not to say goodbye to paper and pen. Reporters wrote manuscripts with handwriting, unified ballpoint pen, and unified newsprint; Editors revise their manuscripts with red writing brush, and then manually copy them on the unified manuscript paper. Computers were very new to me at that time. Newspapers only had computers in the computer room of the printing factory, all of which were 386 and the like.

I nodded politely to Liu Fei: "Hello, Director Liu."

Liu Fei smiled at me and said, "Jiang Feng, I'm reading the manuscript you sent out today. It's written well. The language is very concise, the theme is prominent, the layers are clear, and the writing is fluent. Hmm... Not bad."

I was very happy in my heart and was busy and modest: "Director Liu, give me more guidance."

"Director Liu often praises you in front of me. You have just come to the News Department for more than a month. It is rare that you adapt so quickly. Don't relax and continue to work hard to become a reporter and write famous works..." Liu Fei encourages me: "We are all young. Our News Department is the youngest department of the newspaper on average. You are also the youngest colleague of our department. Your ambition is not in your old age. You have great potential and work hard..."

I am grateful to Liu Fei in my heart: "Well... Director Liu, rest assured that I will work hard."

Liu Fei nodded: "In fact, to be a qualified party newspaper reporter, in addition to being able to write, the most important thing is to speak politics! Speaking politics is the first prerequisite to be a good party newspaper reporter..."

I listened carefully and silently remembered Liu Fei's words. I think Liu Fei is really a good person, a kind and generous man.

At this moment, the phone on the table behind the door rang, and I hurried over to answer it. "Hello, Jianghai Daily News Department, this is Jiang Feng."

This is the rule set by Liu Yue for the Department of Public Information. Be a man before you write, put down the stinky airs of reporters, start with details, answer the phone, and report to your home first.

"Hello, Department of Foreign Languages, Jianghai University, I'm Qinger." Qinger imitated my voice on the phone, and then giggled: "Brother Feng, it's me!"

Hearing Qinger's voice, I felt sweaty. If Qinger didn't look for me these two days, I didn't think of her. At that moment, I felt very guilty and full of anxiety about Qinger.

However, it is not appropriate to chat here at the office at the moment. I think of the words Liu Yue reminded me and the way Liu Yue answered the phone. I turned around and looked at Liu Fei, who was getting up to go out. He pretended to be serious and said, "Oh, Director Xu, hello, you say, I listen..."

Qinger is obviously confused over there: "You are nervous, what director Xu? I am Qinger. You promoted me to be director, department director or office director..."

I didn't speak, looked at Liu Fei from the corner of my eyes and pretended to be listening to the phone: "Hmm... Hmm..."

"What are you talking about? Are you stupid?" Qinger was puzzled over the phone.

As soon as Liu Fei went out, I closed the door and changed my tone of voice immediately: "Damn girl, how did the phone call our office? How did I talk to you when our leader was in the office just now? I just came to a new unit, and I can't have many private phone calls. You will be annoyed if you receive more, you know?"

Qinger was told by me with a straight face. He didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he said with some grievance: "You haven't called me for days. I missed you, so I called you... What are your bad rules? There are no such things in our school. I'm in the department. Anyone can call me..."

"Nonsense, how can we compare with the newspaper office in school? Although the newspaper office is a public institution, it is no different from the office office. Besides, you are familiar with the department. Of course, people will not talk about you. I just came here, and many phone calls will give people a bad impression. This is the unwritten rule of new people..." I educated Qinger, "I have a lot of things to do these days, and I don't have time to call you. That's all right. If you want to find me in the future, just call me..." I said, and reported the call sign to Qing'er, "126-5997992..."

"You have a BB machine? It's still Han Xian's!" Qinger was surprised and excited at the phone. "Where did you get it?"

Qinger knows that I can't afford to buy a BB machine. We have just started work. Neither Qinger nor I are rich. We are old felt hat friends.

"Hmm... yes, Han Xian's. I... This is the uniform configuration of our News Department. The work needs..." I lied to Qinger.

In the four years of college after my relationship with Qinger was established, I never lied to Qinger. However, recently, I have lied to Qinger consecutively, and I don't even need to frown. The train of thought is very fast, and I came casually. I just found that I still have this talent.

"That's great. If I miss you and want to find you in the future, I'll call you... Hee hee... It's good to be a reporter, and I'm really happy for you..." Qinger was very happy on the phone.

"Hmm... This is my office phone. When my colleague comes back, he will see that I hold the phone to chat. It's not good. First, don't call my office phone in the future, understand?" I said to Qinger.

"I see, big reporter -" Qinger said in a long voice, "It's lucky that you haven't become a big official yet. If you become a big official, I want to find you. Do you have to register for appointment?"

Qinger's words made me laugh. I said, "OK, that's it."

"Are you the only one in your office now?" Qinger asked.

"Yes, but other colleagues will come in soon." I stared at the door.

"Kiss me," Qing'er ordered.

"Boo..." I kissed the microphone.

"Hmm..." Qinger smiled contentedly over the phone: "Boo... goodbye, Brother Feng, see you at the end of the week."

I just put down the phone and returned to my desk when Liu Fei came back.