Chapter 9 Chapter 8 Disturbed a meeting

Yang Mingfeng has been working in Yuanhong Group for more than four months. In his own report to his family, everything is going well.He had already moved from the hostel to the collective dormitory of the group headquarters, and spent 20 yuan to buy a broken bicycle that had been turned around a few times.From nine to five every day, commute to and from get off work on time, proudly line up with everyone in the restaurant on the second basement floor of the building to buy food, gobble it up, and nod vigorously to express agreement with colleagues complaining about the poor food. But I was just a little upset that I lived in the upper and lower floors of the same unit with Dr. Xu.According to relevant national regulations, once a doctor gets married, he can be allocated a mansion with at least two bedrooms and one living room. If his wife is out of town, he can also come to Beijing to serve.However, this Dr. Xu is relatively honest. It is estimated that he is still a flawless piece of jade. He has failed the love of the country and the people.But Yuanhong has always respected talents, Yang Mingfeng and the others are three people squeezed into one room, and this "famous product" lives in a single room!

Dr. Xu is a great intellectual, and without even thinking about it, he can conclude that Yang Mingfeng deliberately entrapped him to harm him.Therefore, whenever the two met unexpectedly in the corridor, Dr. Xu would cast him extremely concerned white eyes.In fact, Yang Mingfeng didn't know the whole story of "exchanging pins for villas", and he couldn't afford to offend others, so he could only go out five minutes early every day to try to be quiet. The weather in the morning was already very cold, hoarfrost hung on the leaves of the holly trees, and as soon as I stepped out of the building, my face was so cold.Yang Mingfeng went to the carport to put down his bicycle, took off his gloves, and prepared to put them into the nylon briefcase he just bought.Not thinking about this cheap product, the hard plastic clip on the bag cover broke with a "snag", and it tilted over weightlessly, and a few manuscript papers scattered from it and flew leisurely on the steps in front of the building.Yang Mingfeng was stunned for a moment, and quickly pouted his buttocks, his head stuck in the crotch of various colors passing by, chasing and picking them up in a hurry.

He picked up a few pages, and when he straightened up, he found that the remaining pages had been confiscated by a kind person passing by.Yang Mingfeng walked up to the tall guy gratefully, stretched out his hand and said gratefully: "Meng Fanqun, thank you." Unexpectedly, Meng Fanqun didn't hand over the manuscript paper to him directly, but looked at the paper with his eyes dazed, and then said with a smile, "Hey, why is what I wrote here with you?" "Did you write it? How would I know?" Yang Mingfeng was a little surprised, "It was given to me by Director Xu before get off work yesterday, and asked me to give you a rough sentence, saying that we will discuss it in a meeting today."

"Oh, oh, is it? Then you should quickly correct it." Meng Fanqun's face stretched a bit, and he raised his hand to return the manuscript paper, "I will send you the electronic document in a while, and send it to me after the correction." The two of them didn't talk all the way, went upstairs and got out of the elevator, and broke up into their respective adjacent offices.Sure enough, Yang Mingfeng tidied up the scattered papers, and as soon as he turned on the computer, Meng Fanqun's mail arrived.Yang Mingfeng was right about the original text, he really wrote it.This guy's writing style is still good, the material is rich, and the sentences are smooth, but the logic is a bit messy.But just this point is a big taboo in official document writing.In the past few months, Yang Mingfeng has been asking for advice, and he has already figured out some flavors. When writing official documents, whether the words are beautiful or not is the most important thing.There is another important one, which is what Liu Lixin told him, to try to be as concise as possible, who likes to read long things.

Thinking of going to the meeting, Yang Mingfeng immediately compared the revisions made on paper last night, carefully adjusted the electronic manuscript twice for Meng Fanqun sentence by sentence, checked it again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he sent it back to his mailbox .It's early in the morning, and I haven't bothered to drink a sip of water yet. Yang Mingfeng took the cup and walked to the table where the thermos was placed. Just as he opened the bottle cap, Liu Lixin ran into the room and said to him in a hurry: "Xiao Yang, clean up quickly and come with me to the trade union."

"Hey!" Yang Mingfeng obediently agreed, and put down the thermos pot casually.Good guy, you don't even allow a sip of water, you're treating people like donkeys. Liu Lixin pulled Yang Mingfeng into the elevator, and introduced him: "It's the end of the year, and the funds of the trade union have already exceeded the standard, but now they are still making a report, requesting to buy some audio equipment for the 'Workers' Home', saying that it is the state agency at the beginning of next year. It needs to be checked and accepted in a unified way. I really can’t delay the unplanned funds, so let’s take the time to see if it’s necessary.”

The trade union office is on the second floor of the building. There is a row of rooms separated from the backstage of the meeting place where the conference was held that day. You can get there quickly by taking the elevator.Yang Mingfeng followed Liu Lixin, walked through the empty lobby, and walked directly into the room with the "Trade Union Office" signboard.The tall, thin, white-haired trade union director's eyes lit up when he saw them.The director hastily put out half of the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and smiled all over his face: "Oh, the God of Wealth is here." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of paper from the table, and put the ashtray on the lid.

"It's okay, it's okay, you smoke yours, we're not a party-mass department, so we don't care about smoking." Liu Lixin joked with him cheerfully, "You guys are so evil, you play the sign of the State Organ Work Committee, dare I not come?" Said With that, he crossed his legs and sat down on the chair opposite the director. "Hey, Xiao Liu, from what you said, there is nothing I can do. The higher-ups will come down every now and then to check and accept. If you can't pass, you are fine, and I am in trouble." The director sat down, opened the drawer, and took out the "Shangfang Sword" ", and handed it to Liu Lixin, "Look, the acceptance criteria are behind this document, and we are far behind."

Liu Lixin lowered his head and casually flipped through the documents, and handed them over to Yang Mingfeng who was sitting on the small sofa. His big eyes swayed twice, and he smiled and said to the director who was about to light a cigarette: "In my impression, when you bought the stereo It’s not very long. I remember it cost more than one million at that time, so why change it again this time?” "Hey, it hasn't been long? It's been four or five years, and I bought it when I was transferred from the organization department." The director shook his head in pain, "Especially the amplifier, the power is not enough, and you can't hear it clearly when you sit at the back of the venue. The fuse keeps blowing." He turned his eyes to Yang Mingfeng, "Xiao Yang, you didn't know when you first came, when I..."

Seeing that he was trying to deceive young people with his seniority, Liu Lixin quickly interrupted him and said generously, "I should buy it or should I buy it. Let's go and have a look together." He had already stood up. "Okay, okay." The director felt that something was going on, and the wrinkles on his face opened with joy, and he immediately put out most of the cigarette he had just lit and said, "I'll ask Xiao Pan to get the key to the stereo room, let's go and have a look together. " Today, Pan Tingting has light makeup and no makeup, an apple green cashmere sweater on her upper body, and black dark pattern trousers underneath.Yang Mingfeng followed not far behind her, what he could see with his eyes was a slender waist dancing, and a faint fragrance penetrated his nostrils.Pan Tingting was carrying a large bunch of keys in her hand, bent down to open the glass door of the stereo room, with a serious face, and stepped aside without saying a word.

It's a mess in the sound room!On the stacked black equipment, except for the power switch and a few frequently used push buttons on the surface of the mixer, which are shiny, the rest are gray.A few remotes are strewn about the chairs and table tops.There is also a red "Nestle" cup in the corner of the room, the coffee in it has long since dried up and is dirty. Liu Lixin now seems to be leading an inspection, bending over the equipment, touching here and looking there.After a while, he smiled and nodded, "Yeah". "How about it, isn't it old enough?" The director seemed very satisfied with the effect in the sound room, and pointed to Pan Tingting who had been standing on tiptoe, and said, "Xiao Pan, do you have any recordings of the meeting? Play them for them." For a while, try the effect..." Before he finished speaking, Liu Lixin's cell phone rang, he quickly took it out and said "Hello" twice, then handed the cell phone to Yang Mingfeng, "The director is looking for you." Ah, it turned out that I went out in a hurry and didn't bring my mobile phone. The director must be in a hurry, otherwise he wouldn't have called Liu Lixin.Yang Mingfeng was panicked, and hurriedly put the phone to his ear. Before he could speak, he heard Director Xu's cold voice: "Yang Mingfeng, hurry up and come to my office." After speaking, he hung up the phone. Yang Mingfeng's heart skipped a beat all of a sudden, and he said to Liu Lixin and the director in a panic: "The director is looking for me." He turned around and ran away.Pan Tingting saw that he thought she was not even as good as the doorkeeper, and slipped away without looking at him, bit her lower lip unconsciously, and stared at his back with hatred. Yang Mingfeng trotted, faster than being chased by a dog, he dodged and squeezed out of the elevator, and finally stopped in front of Director Xu's office.Even though he knew that the director was waiting for him, he panted heavily and knocked on the door three times as required. "Come in!" Hearing that the word "please" was missing from Director Xu's words, Yang Mingfeng really panicked. Did the director just say it casually, or did he intend to show a gesture of dissatisfaction?Yang Mingfeng pushed the door open and walked in, only to see that the director was still sitting behind a large desk with a document in his hand as usual, but his face was sullen.For the first time, Yang Mingfeng felt a sense of fear towards this petite Jiangnan woman! Yang Mingfeng walked to the table and said softly, respectfully: "Director, I'm sorry, Liu Lixin and I..." Director Xu waved his hand, glanced at him with his crooked eyes, twisted a signature pen in his hand and said lightly: "The manuscript I gave you before get off work yesterday, have you revised it according to my intention? " When he heard that it was about the manuscript, Yang Mingfeng was a little surprised, and said urgently: "I finished editing it as soon as I went to work in the morning, and it has already been sent to Meng Fan." "Why didn't you show it to me first?" The Director's voice suddenly became sharper, "I will directly explain what you are doing, and you must have a response!" This leader is too unreasonable. If you asked me to change something written by Meng Fanqun, I finished it and gave it to him directly. What's wrong with that?Yang Mingfeng felt that he had a clear conscience, and he spoke calmly and calmly, "I went to work in the morning, Xiaomeng said that he wrote the manuscript, and asked me to send it to him after editing." "There's nothing about Xiaomeng here!" Director Xu seemed a little impatient, but after a short pause, his voice softened, "Let me tell you, remember in the future, the things you take out from the office, You must let me see it and get permission." "Well, I understand!" Yang Mingfeng nodded vigorously, but he still didn't understand what this rule had to do with that manuscript, and it was worth tearing off the veil of warmth for the first time. Yang Mingfeng came out of the director's room, and he didn't care about that irrelevant and broken trade union anymore. Instead, he went straight back to his office, turned on the computer, reopened the manuscript, and pondered it with his cheeks on his cheeks.This manuscript is a draft proposal on the allocation of the total office funds for next year among various functional departments.The main basis for the formulation is to refer to the use and overdraft of funds in various departments in the past, and to predict the total expenses of scientific research, production, and management next year.And this big plate, except for several main leaders such as Mr. Da, Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Xu, as well as his own and Liu Lixin's two assistants who handle specific affairs, are still kept secret. I just came here, so I don't know much about the situation, but I can also know that once these illusory numbers on paper are in the hands of the people below, they are real money.Therefore, apart from adjusting the text for Meng Fanqun, he didn't have the guts to tamper with other places, especially the data.Besides, it has nothing to do with me, and there is no need to cause this trouble.If he made a mistake, he should send a copy to Director Xu while giving it to Meng Fanqun.However, this little bit of disrespect can arouse the power of tigers and wolves?So, is it possible that something happened to this "benefit distribution sheet" during the meeting?By the way, we should see if Meng Fanqun is there?If not, it may be at the venue. Thinking about it, Yang Mingfeng stood up suddenly, turned around and rushed out the door.After a while, he came back again, sat on the seat again, rubbed his forehead with his hand, and stared blankly at the empty partition diagonally opposite. Why hasn't this old man Liu Lixin come back?This is none of his business, he should be able to help analyze and analyze. After what felt like a long time, Liu Lixin walked in with a notebook in his hand.When Hao Zhen saw him, he stopped what he was doing, lit a cigarette leisurely, turned his chair to face Liu Lixin and asked, "Are you back? Is that old man Li still doing the same old thing, showing you the documents again, and showing you the documents again?" Show you around?" "Hey, they..." Liu Lixin kept waving his hands with a wry smile and said, "It's really hard to say." Hao Zhen said with a hippie smile: "That's right, what's the point of being so good at a traditional entertainment department? Let me tell you, there is a karaoke machine, two microphones, and an amplifier, which are enough for them to play." He stood up and looked up. Looking at the sad face of Yang Mingfeng, he blinked teasingly, "I guess no one will take them seriously except us, Xiao Yang. Isn't that right, Xiao Yang?" "Hey!" Yang Mingfeng laughed dryly twice.I thought to myself: If you are interested in Pan Tingting on the aircraft carrier deck, go directly to it, why do you keep talking about me every time. "Hey, Liu Lixin, what do you want to do about this?" Hao Zhen asked carelessly, "Anyway, when Old Li came to me last time, I already made my statement. First, let them maintain the existing equipment. Let’s talk about using all the functions.” "Let's talk about the same thing, this year we'll do it." Liu Lixin bowed his head and thought about it carefully, "Next year, give him a little more money, tens of thousands of dollars, and say that it's okay, let him buy the table tennis case or the power amplifier. " Hey, Yang Mingfeng understands this. He dares to feel sorry for the director, old head Li. The claim that meeting the standards is an excuse, and the goal is to get more funding for next year.Unfortunately, he met Liu Lixin, an "old fritter". As soon as he poked his butt, he immediately knew what shit he was going to do, and the wooden barrel fell into the well-he was slightly rinsed. After Liu Lixin dealt with Hao Zhen, he turned his eyes to Yang Mingfeng. The two people's eyes met, they nodded slightly at the same time, stood up together and walked out the door.Hao Zhen was still not satisfied at this time, and shouted loudly behind them: "Hey, if Lao Li finds me again in the future, I will push it to your comprehensive plan!" The two pushed the door open and walked into the reference room. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the room, in front of the photocopier that "crashed, clattered" streamed back and forth, stood a "leaker" in a fur skirt and boots. When "Leaker" saw that it was their master and apprentice, he said quite calmly: "My child has no other skills, but to be honest. The teacher asked which parent can copy the learning materials, and he brought back such a big stack for me." After speaking, he pointed to the hundreds of completed "pirated editions" placed beside the paper box. Liu Lixin casually picked up a copy of "Seeking Truth" magazine on the long table, flipped through it casually, and said with a smile, "No way, my kid pretends to be positive, and always does this kind of work for me." Yang Mingfeng didn't say a word, and walked back and forth beside the "Leaking Secrets" with his hands behind his back, staring at his hardworking mother from time to time. "Leaking secrets" was no longer embarrassed to continue, turned around, and shouted like a fuss like waking up from a dream: "Ah! Do you have anything to do? Then I will come back later." "Hehe, there's something wrong." Liu Lixin said bluntly, "I'll keep you up for a while." "Hey, you guys are serious business, I'm nosy business." After saying "Leak the secret", he raised his head as if honored, and strode out with great strides.But then he turned back and gently closed the door for them solemnly. Yang Mingfeng hurriedly pulled a chair and sat down opposite Liu Lixin, and said urgently in a low voice, "Help me analyze and analyze why the director is so angry..." Then he felt wronged and wronged. The process was briefly outlined to him. Liu Lixin kept flipping through the back cover of the magazine, with a solemn expression, listening intently.After a while, until there was no movement, he looked up at Yang Mingfeng, frowned and asked, "No more? That's all?" "No, that's all." Yang Mingfeng blinked his eyes a few times, feeling even more dizzy. "Did you see Xiao Meng again later?" The two thought about going together, and Liu Lixin seemed to be very concerned about this issue. When he asked, a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes. "I see, I ran into him later when I went to the bathroom." Yang Mingfeng said lightly. "That's right." Liu Lixin said slowly, "This means that the meeting has been cancelled." "Ah? It's because of the distribution plan!" Yang Mingfeng's nearsighted eyes behind the glasses, his eyeballs were even more bulging due to surprise, "How do you know?" "I saw the notice of the meeting." Liu Lixin showed his usual maturity and sophistication, and said slowly, "The meeting was originally scheduled for half past nine, and I remember that you went up before eleven o'clock. Son. According to the general law, this kind of benefit distribution will, shouldn't end so soon." Yang Mingfeng didn't expect that he could disrupt a meeting with his little guy, and he suddenly became excited.He leaned forward and said enthusiastically, "Hey, brother Liu, then tell me the reason." "The reason for this..." Liu Lixin rubbed his forehead and thought for a while, "If it's really not because of you, then the reason should be because of Xiaomeng." His big eyeballs began to sway again, "First of all, I can be sure. Yes, the content of the document has been leaked before the meeting. There are probably two situations here. One is that the department concerned approached Mr. Xu or Mr. Da. Another situation is that what you changed was only the insignificant part of the text. Mr. Xu originally wanted to modify the data himself, but you did not give it to Mr. Xu in time, but gave it to Xiao Meng. Mr. Xu found that the document did not reflect her intention , I found a reason to cancel it. And..." Yang Mingfeng was fascinated by what he was listening to, but Liu Lixin stopped talking, pursing his lips as if there was something hard to say. "Oh, it's all about this, just tell me what you have, I'm so anxious!" Yang Mingfeng tugged on one sleeve of his cashmere sweater, begging him incessantly, "I'll invite you out for dinner at noon .” "Hehe, that's not necessary." Liu Lixin was happy, shook his head and said, "Well, what did we say today, if you ask me later, I won't admit it." "Well, internal reference, internal reference! I must keep it a secret." Yang Mingfeng gritted his teeth and promised. Liu Lixin spoke slowly, and his eyes lit up: "There is another situation, after Xiaomeng got your revised manuscript, he moved the data in it himself. The director is not sure who did it." "No way!" Yang Mingfeng blurted out in horror, "He has the courage to change the data without the consent of the leader? Sooner or later, he will be known!" "Then why not?" Liu Lixin looked at Yang Mingfeng's distorted face and said with a sneer, "The leaders may not have the energy to read carefully the things written by the assistants of our agency. Hey, if he adjusts his expenses in the second year according to a certain ratio, he can increase a lot out of thin air." Yang Mingfeng thought about combining theory with practice, and immediately understood it, and nodded frequently convinced: "Well, it makes sense, makes sense." Liu Lixin smiled lightly, and further extended: "Don't forget, Meng Fanqun is the son-in-law of Director Zhang of the Personnel Department, and has a very close relationship with Zhu Hongyu, and has a wide range of interests." God, after a long time of trouble, it's still so complicated.Yang Mingfeng said a little irritably: "The director is really, tell me clearly, or directly interrogate me with a few sentences, it's over, there is no need to come up with a riddle like this, let me guess!" "Hehe, you're inexperienced now." Liu Lixin shook his head and said carelessly, "Xiao Meng is a member of our department, how can the leader ask you these things directly, wouldn't it seem too incompetent? " Yang Mingfeng thought helplessly, if you, Meng Fanqun, wanted to fight for someone's interests, why did you bring me, a poor little shrimp, into it.It's wicked and smoky! Although Meng Fanqun worked three years earlier than Yang Mingfeng, he graduated from a bachelor's degree, while Yang Mingfeng graduated from a master's degree, and they both graduated in the same year.In terms of hardware conditions, Yang Mingfeng is slightly better than Meng Fanqun.However, in terms of crucial personal connections and work experience, Yang Mingfeng couldn't compare with others.Yang Mingfeng himself knew very well that with his current strength, he didn't even have the door to compete with Meng Fanqun.Throwing rats with caution, eating persimmons and picking soft ones, if the director doesn't take him out, who else can he turn to?Besides, he is indeed the source of the incident. Liu Lixin saw that Yang Mingfeng had been silent for a long while, but he didn't feel bored, so he yawned and said, "Anyway, it's possible, so don't think too much about it. My working principle is, don't think about it if you don't understand it, just let it go." Naturally." He stood up and pushed Yang Mingfeng's shoulder, "Let's go downstairs for dinner." Yang Mingfeng returned to his seat and sat down, opened the drawer, took out the leather-bound notebook that he had used on the first day of work, opened it, wrote today's date, and the following content: Yang Mingfeng's notebook was dubbed "handbook" by himself. "Hand account" is a name in Japanese, which is a record of things that happen to oneself every day, which means to keep notes.The tasks assigned by the leader, their own thoughts and experiences, phone numbers, public and private business contact information, even serial numbers of pirated software, interesting brain teasers, etc. The content is varied, but most of them are just one or two lines, simple and clear .But every time, he had to write down the specific date of the day. The advantage of this informal approach is that it does not have to be neat and precise like the "Meeting Minutes", and the wording is correct, but it can be casually scribbled without sticking to the style.Whenever there is something to do, write down two notes, and if there is nothing to do, you can ignore it for a few days. Compared with the general diary that requires deep self-reflection, "hand account" has no burden, less privacy, and many benefits.In particular, after a period of time, the "hand account" is still a miscellaneous collection of various materials, and it is a record of one's own life trajectory.Of course, the disadvantages are also obvious. Once entering the "combat" state, it is more or less a confession of one's own crime.It's just that it takes a little effort for outsiders to understand. Yang Mingfeng himself has a basic understanding of himself, whether it is in work or in life, if he is allowed to do one thing boringly for years, he will not be able to do it well even if he is killed.But if you give him a relaxed environment and allow him to slowly toss and play according to his temper, he may be able to produce a satisfactory effect, and often exceed expectations.This is one of the reasons for the "hand account". There is another important reason, which comes from my father's experience after the "Cultural Revolution": "At work, you must be able to tell clearly at any time what you have done in a certain period of time. It is an account for yourself in the future. It is also an explanation to others.”