"Who asked you to speculate on the leader's thoughts? Who told you to speculate on the leader's thoughts like that?"

After hearing Mei Rucheng's words, Wang Zixu opened the refrigerator in the summer and his heart dropped.

Mei Rucheng put his hands on the table and stared at Wang Zixu with a pair of wrinkled eyes, his eyes sharp.

Power can sharpen murderous intent. Mei Rucheng had held power for decades, and there was so much murderous intent in his eyes that Wang Zixu did not dare to look at him.

Mei Rucheng suddenly slapped the table: "What are you talking about? Who told you?"

A paper clip fell to the floor, and the sound echoed in the office.

Section Chief Liu was sweating on his head, Shen Qingfeng put his hands in his pockets and sneered, while Ning Chunyan stood aside with her arms folded, looking left and right with interest.

She didn't know what happened, but she was a little gloating.

Who asked him to yell at people?

Wang Zixu whispered: "No one told me, I thought about it myself."

"Oh." Mei Rucheng nodded slowly, "You think about it yourself."

He paused for a few seconds and then said:

"Comrade Wang, in administration, the easiest thing to do well is to figure out the superiors' intentions; the easiest thing to make mistakes is to figure out the superiors' intentions.

"Swallows never return to spring, green trees are overcast in summer, red leaves are yellow in autumn, and plum blossoms lie in winter. When you read these four sentences, what did you think?"

Wang Zixu said: "I just thought that these four sentences are fragments and incomplete."

Mei Rucheng turned to look at Ning Chunyan: "Xiaochun, what do you think?"

Ning Chunyan was stunned and said blankly: "Ah?"

She didn't expect that she would have her own business here.

Mei Rucheng took out a piece of paper, rolled it out and put it on the table. On the paper were the four sentences:

Swallows never return to spring

Green trees and dense summer

Red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn

Lying and watching plum blossoms in winter

"Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter." Ning Chunyan came over to look at it, "It's quite neat, but it's really all fragments."

Mei Rucheng said: "What poem is the first sentence?"

Ning Chunyan said: "It must be Dai Shulun's song. How do you memorize it? It's misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold in a tingling?"

"Where's the second one?"

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion."

"The third song."

"have no idea."

Mei Rucheng glanced at Wang Zixu: "Tell her."

Wang Zixu said: "Autumn is in chaos with red leaves, yellow flowers, white fish and purple crabs. You must remember Su Shi's name. It's so long that I forgot it."

Mei Rucheng pretended to be surprised: "You can still forget? I thought you had a photographic memory!"

The prince broke into sweat: "No, I don't have a photographic memory..."

Ning Chunyan blinked and stared at him with dark eyes, sensing the challenge.

Mei Rucheng waved the manuscript paper in his hand and said, "I heard that you memorized these three sentences and wrote them down. Didn't you check them online?"

Wang Zixu said: "No."

"These poems span the Tang and Song Dynasties, can you remember them all?"

"The leader also remembers it."

Mei Rucheng nodded and stared at him with an expression that was half-smiling.

"Xiaochun, look at the fourth sentence again." Mei Rucheng said.

Ning Chunyan came over to take a look: "I lie down and look at the plum blossoms in winter and the white moon, and I feel like the village in front of me is covered with snow at dusk..."

"Who wrote this?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head: "Forgive me for being ignorant."

Mei Rucheng looked at Wang Zixu: "Who wrote this?"

Wang Zixu whispered: "I wrote it..."

"Did you write it before?"

"I just wrote it."

"Just this half of the song?"

"Only half a song."

Mei Rucheng finally smiled, as if dark clouds were pressing over the city, a gust of breeze swept by, and suddenly disappeared.

Ning Chunyan recited it silently twice more and looked up at Wang Zixu: "Did you really write it? It's okay."

Wang Zixu lowered his head: "General."

He's not being modest. When he says it's average, it's really average.

How good a poem can you write in less than 30 seconds?

Mei Rucheng looked at Wang Zixu with a smile but not a smile:

"Why do you think the first three sentences are all quoted from ancient poems, but the fourth sentence is different? Why do you think it is?"

Wang Zixu said: "I... never thought about it."

"Do you think the leader really intends to let us complete this poem ourselves?"

"……have no idea."

"Why don't you think about it?"

"I didn't have time to think about it at the time."

"You didn't have time to think about these questions, but you had time to think of a poem and then write it down?"

Wang Zixu felt a little embarrassed—the question Mei Rucheng asked was indeed a question.

Wang Zixu said: "I feel that it is relatively simple to complete this poem."

Mei Rucheng's expression was a little strange.

Not only did Mei Rucheng have a strange expression, but everyone present also had a strange expression.

Their eyes seemed to ask: Is it simple?

So Wang Zixu added: "It's easier than trying to figure out the leader's intentions."

"Comrade Xiao Wang," Mei Rucheng said, "I admit that you are more talented. But, as I said just now, the most difficult thing in administration is to figure out the intentions of your superiors.

"When writing official documents, you must take the leadership's intention as the absolute baseline, and avoid expressing yourself without authorization. If you are not careful, you will take great risks. This risk is political risk.

"You have never worked in this unit, and you don't understand the leader's thinking. You have not been responsible for drafting the leader's past articles. How do you know if what you have written is satisfactory to the leader?"

After a pause, Mei Rucheng lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Do you know why I say this?"

Before Wang Zixu could answer, he turned around, opened the bookcase behind him, searched for a while, found a copy of "Xihe Literature and Art" from it, threw it on the table, turned to the title page, pointed to the paper and said: "Yourself

Come and see.”

Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan came over at the same time.

On the title page is a small poem, and where Mei Rucheng points her finger, there is a slightly familiar line written:

I lie down and watch the plum blossoms disappear in the snow in winter, and fill the green mountain road with fragrance in the daytime.

And what is written in the author's line is the big leader's own name.

"Lie down and watch the plum blossoms disappear in the winter, and the green mountain roads are filled with fragrance in the daytime." Ning Chunyan raised his head, "Is this written by the leader himself?"

"Yes. This is a short poem that the leader was invited to publish in Xihe Literature and Art when he first took office. As soon as it was published, it caused a sensation and has been sung locally for a long time."

"So, the phrase 'lying down and watching plum blossoms in winter' is actually quoted from his own poem?"

"Yeah. He handed me the note directly. Because I knew this poem, and he knew that I knew it. I thought Xiao Liu knew it too, but I didn't know that he didn't know it."

"So," Ning Chunyan said, "they didn't find the leader's poem, so they simply filled in the half line of the poem themselves and handed it over to the leader. Right?"

Mei Rucheng puffed out a puff of smoke, and his face was filled with mist.

"right."

Even without looking at his expression, you can feel his speechlessness.

Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and chuckled.

"What is this called? This is a typical example of being smart but being misled by your cleverness. Being too smart turns you into a smart person."

Ning Chunyan looked at Wang Zixu with her watery eyes, her black eyes dancing with joyful light: "If you were just a little bit stupid and asked, you wouldn't have to write half a poem by yourself."

The prince was sweating profusely.

He felt stupid all over his body, like a burning trash can.

Ning Chunyan asked: "What did the big leader say? Did he criticize you?"

Mei Rucheng glared and said, "If I were criticized, how could I still be so relaxed and chatting with you here?"

The prince thought to himself that this was just chatting.

Ning Chunyan asked: "Then what did the leader think of the poem he wrote?"
Chapter completed!