Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 18 The Wisdom of Leadership

After making a phone call, Qin Xiong learned that Leng Qiuhan had gone to Hangzhou Writers Village on a temporary business trip, while President Zhang Wenshan was sick with a bad cold.

"President Zhang, even if you have a bad cold, you should be able to recover in a few days. It's only Tuesday, and our event is scheduled for Saturday. You have to come. Without you, I'm always on the street, and I really don't know what to do." Bottom!" Qin Xiong begged.

"I'm getting an infusion, I'll see when the time comes, just don't make any plans for me." Zhang Wenshan hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

"It's over now. I originally planned to let President Zhang preside over the meeting. Now that Master Leng is not here, the editor-in-chief and vice-chairman are far away in Shanghai. He is too busy to get away from work. Weibo Da V claims that his Mandarin is not standard. Are you willing to take the lead, and force me to do it myself?" Qin Xiong felt a little headache.

Seeing that everyone can't count on it, Qin Xiong had no choice but to start preparing the presiding speech for the unveiling ceremony.

After all, the Secretary of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles will come, and so will Secretary Yu of the Communist Youth League Committee. In such an important public occasion, he can't mess things up. You have to pay more attention to things that the leaders value than the leaders.

While Qin Xiong continued to work hard on the affairs of the association, President Zhang Wenshan was quietly drinking tea at home.

"Old Zhang, you are not sick at all, why did you lie to him." Zhang Wenshan's wife asked in puzzlement.

"I am already forty. Although I should still live for a long time, the time for real creation is getting less and less. The previous works can only ensure that our family has no worries, but it is far away from what I really want to write. There is still a slight gap in the works, I want to go further, there seems to be only one step between a great god and a master, but for Internet writers, no one knows whether this step can be passed..." Zhang Wenshan Said.

"That's not too bad for the day, is it?"

"This is just one of them. Is there another reason? Daxiong is only [-] years old, and he is the real person in charge of the association in the future. As the president, I am more of a mascot for the time being. His strength is not strong enough. , the qualifications are not enough, and people are more likely to feel inferior. When I am around, he will always stand in the corner. I must give him more opportunities to enhance his self-confidence and increase his influence in the association. This will also be more conducive to the future management and development of the association." Zhang Wenshan said in a deep voice.

"I hope he doesn't think that you just want to be a shopkeeper, and that he can truly understand your hard work in the future."

"He is trustworthy and capable of doing all of this. The only thing I need to do is to escort him at critical moments!" Zhang Wenshan said with a smile.

According to the meeting plan, after writing the host speech on Saturday, Qin Xiong started shaking people on the phone again.

He had to identify three candidates for interviews in advance.

As a result, after a round of phone calls, I heard that there were not only big leaders, but also reporters and cameras at the scene. Several friends were almost too frightened to come over. It took him a lot of comfort to dispel their concerns.

In the end, the list of interviews was confirmed. Sima Dong, the history god of the association, Lei Xinyue, the face value of the association, and then, himself.

Because he really couldn't catch a strong man who dared to be interviewed by reporters.

After the details of the meeting were gradually improved, Qin Xiong began to practice calligraphy on the member list.

There is no way, long-term computer typing has gradually degraded his writing ability, and now writing slightly more complicated characters is a bit out of shape.

When Tang Qingya came home from get off work, she was not angry when she saw the cold food and stove in the house, even Qin Weiyi was just picked up by him and thrown at home.

She is a workaholic herself, but she has a little more appreciation for Qin Xiong who is obsessed with business.

After a simple boiled egg noodle was eaten by the family, Tang Qingya asked curiously, "Don't you hate writing the most?"

"I'm going to fill in the membership cards for everyone. They are all educated people. If the handwriting is too ugly, it will be a bit of a shame to send it out. I really regret that I didn't practice handwriting well." Qin Xiong sighed.

"If it doesn't work, just find a local member who is good at writing and ask him to fill it out for you. As a manager, if you do everything yourself, you will definitely be too busy. You must focus on the big and let go of the small." Tang Qingya shared herself work experience.

"It's not easy to bother others with such a small matter. Besides, after it's written, it needs to be stamped with the official seal. At the beginning, it's better to be more standardized." Qin Xiong explained.

"If you don't mind, I can fill it out for you. I'll be in charge of writing, and you'll be in charge of stamping." Tang Qingya suggested.

"Yes, although your handwriting is a bit delicate, it still looks pretty, as beautiful as your person, and you can definitely handle it." Qin Xiong's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"It's not for nothing, you have to help me cook braised pork tomorrow. I haven't had it for a long time." Tang Qingya smiled.

"No problem! By the way, I will be interviewed by reporters at the unveiling ceremony this Saturday, and it may be featured on the local news. Then you can help me refer to it. What clothes are suitable? Formal or casual?" Qin Xiong asked casually.

"Really, you can also be on the news?" Tang Qingya was a little surprised.

"Of course, anyway, I am also the nominal person in charge of the municipal association, so it's normal to be interviewed." Qin Xiong said with a little satisfaction.

"Look at you, those clothes of yours are relatively old, and now you have lost weight, and they don't fit well. If it's not possible, I'll take you to buy a new one. Don't worry, if you don't deduct your money, I will treat it as a gift for you." Yes." Tang Qingya said.

"After three years of marriage, it's the first time I've discovered that you are so virtuous!"

"I've always been virtuous!" Tang Qingya said angrily.

Seeing the two talking and laughing, Qin Weiyi also piled up building blocks on the sofa by himself.

Sensing the change in Tang Qingya's attitude towards him, Qin Xiong discovered for the first time that a certain social status also had a bonus to his personal charm. Maybe it was because she finally saw the potential in herself?

60 membership cards, filled out and stamped, the two tossed until late at night before going to rest together.

"Nobita, have you ever considered going into politics?" Tang Qingya asked softly.

"Me? Forget it, I'm too emotional to be suitable." Qin Xiong said.

"After seeing your recent performance, I don't think everyone is suitable for doing business or making money. With your ability, even if you enter the system, you should be able to do well." Tang Qingya said.

"No matter how good I am, that's not the life I like and pursue. I have only one ideal, to write books well and strive to become a master!" Qin Xiong said firmly.

"You are already thirty, and you are no longer young. You can't really hang yourself from a tree, can you?" Tang Qingya persuaded.

"No matter which tree a person hangs on in his whole life, he will eventually die." Qin Xiong said stubbornly.

"But you are not living alone. When you are not strong enough, you can only bow to life..."

"There is inertia in bowing your head. If you compromise once, you will compromise countless times. If my will is not firm enough, I will not be on this road to the present." Qin Xiong.

"Have you come to this dead end?" Tang Qingya complained.

"No, this dead end has been completely cleared up by me with the strength of everyone, and every day in the future will be smooth!" Qin Xiong said confidently.

"It's like this ghost again. When I fell in love, I drew big cakes for me. After several years of painting, I still haven't woken up. Go to sleep!" Tang Qingya felt weak for a while.

"Good night."

"Good night...don't touch me!!!"

"I didn't touch it, I thought too much, I turned over..."

(End of this chapter)