The Youth League Committee meeting room of the Department of Philosophy was small in size and the light source was easy to gather. A 60-watt incandescent light bulb was lit, and it was dazzling and shining in the square room.

At this moment, in this small conference room, there was one more person in the discussion of politics than the usual five people, and the other person was Mao Wang, the newly appointed director of the Finance Department. Of course, the reason why Mao Wang was here was not because he, the director of the Finance Department, had an amazing authority and could discuss with the five secretaries, but Zhou Zhenglong specifically requested it.

There was no record of the previous meeting at all, and the small Youth League Committee was cold, and there were no major events. Meetings were all trivial, and the superior authorities did not have much emphasis on matters, so there was no need to record the meeting. However, Zhou Zhenglong was in charge of the great power and was the most important. He believed that no one recorded the record and could not show the importance of the meeting, so he dragged his newly confidant Mao Wang in and became a clerk, which has become a common example since then.

In fact, Secretary Zhou Da was dissatisfied with the fact that he was always at the meeting. Not only did he have no recorders, but he also had many opinions on this narrow conference room and simple furnishings. If it weren’t for the fact that the Youth League Committee had no vacant houses now, Secretary Zhou would have to move the world and decorate it. After all, with the golden rooster of "Three Leaf Crocodile", Secretary Zhou was not short of money!

Mao Wang stood up to add water to the five secretaries, and after returning to his seat, the meeting began. Zhou Zhenglong first read a passage of content that had been repeated countless times by major leaders, and he said it, and he was full of saliva and brows, as if it was an important content and a wonderful speech. In fact, it was nothing more than emphasizing the significance of the May Fourth Movement in the modern history of the Republic and how important it played to promote the birth of the ruling party. Xue Xiang was so sad that he heard it.

Seeing this, Mao Wang, who was standing beside him, quickly mixed the tea cup with the soaked strong tea.

Zhou Zhenglong glanced at Xue Xiang who couldn't help but yawning, paused, frowned slightly, and continued: "Comrades, our school's May Fourth Ceremony will begin in a while. I hope everyone will devote themselves to this celebration with full enthusiasm and spirit. After the celebration, I decided to form a square formation of 57 people from the Youth League Committee of the Department of Philosophy. Follow the student force, parade in the school, then go straight out of the school gate. Head towards Tianning Gate, and finally pass through Tianning Gate Square and end the grand parade on Xichangning Street..."

Zhou Zhenglong spoke passionately. When Xue Xiang heard the sound, his sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and his frowning frown also stopped.

It turned out that at yesterday's meeting, the Party Committee of the Peking University had decided not to hold a celebration according to the department, but to hold a victory parade after the whole school's unified celebration. Speaking of yesterday's literary meeting, Xue Xiang remembered this sentence deeply. He also felt that this sentence was the most satisfying of all meetings. Because the unified celebration and parade of the whole school could obviously be unified by the school party committee, and for grassroots cadres and teachers, it was tantamount to a day off. After all, no matter how lively the students were, they were still lively. The teachers had long passed the age of passion, and were more willing to use this rare day to buy honeycomb coal, do housework, and tutor their children's homework...

Even Xue Xiang, a lazy man, planned to get stuck in the office after the meeting, so he went home to take the third primary school on an outing. At this moment, Zhou Zhenglong actually asked all the members of the Youth League Committee to form a square formation and follow the students to march. He canceled the "holiday" for all the members of the Youth League Committee. It was simply a rebellious act. Why didn't Xue Xiang, who was greedy for comfort, frown continuously?

Originally, this had already caused Xue Xiang's heart to get angry, and the clinker was still annoyed.

Zhou Zhenglong rubbed his smooth back and continued: "For this parade, comrades must unify their clothes. In addition, they must unify good slogans. They must not follow the crowd. They must highlight novel ideas. In addition, in addition, in addition to me being at the front of the square, Comrade Liu Gao and Comrade Xue Xiang are also at the front."

At this point, Xue Xiang thought that this was the glory and welfare given by Zhou Zhenglong. After all, he was ranked at the end of the Youth League Committee Secretary, so he would never be the turn of him, Zhou Zhenglong and Liu Gao.

But then, Zhou Zhenglong opened his skin and exposed his bones: "Comrade Liu Gao is on the right, Comrade Xue Xiang is on the left, you two raise a big banner, the one on the right is written with the May Fourth Spirit, and the one on the left is written with the "Eternal One". The eight big words on these two flags are the slogans of the Youth League Committee of our Philosophy Department this parade. As soon as I waved my hand, everyone shouted, "It is the most important to be uniform. After the meeting is over, I will organize my comrades to practice first..."

Xue Xiang only heard half of the time and burst into anger. It would be fine if the old man wanted to be the emperor this week, but he actually asked him to be a roller blind general to set off the old man's majesty and dream!

With the power of many days in control, Zhou Zhenglong had already been extremely inflated and completely forgot the dark and unrestrained years. He did not realize that such an arrangement was an insult to Xue Xiang and Liu Gao, but he felt that it was extremely natural.

On this side, Zhou Zhenglong was still making arrangements loudly. Liu Gao's square face was already ashen, and Xue Xiang's sword eyebrows were also hanging in an arc. On the other side, Mao Wang, who was recording behind him, was stunned and shocked. The sharp pen tip was pressed on the book and could not write the words, but was smearing circles over and over on the previously recorded text.

At this moment, Mao Wang seemed to see Zhou Zhenglong playing with fire, and was playing happily with black gasoline on his hands.

But Mao Wang felt this way, not because of Liu Gao's Tieqing's face. After all, Liu Gao's face was not normal at the secretary meeting, but information obtained from Xue Xiang's two long eyebrows that were almost completely close.

To put it in detail, Mao Wang has been in the position of Director of the Finance Department for more than a month, and has completely gained Zhou Zhenglong's trust. His foundation has been solid, so there is no need to flatter Xue Xiang and look at his expression. After all, Zhou Zhenglong is not Secretary Kongzi, but Zhou Laohu who is truly a word. With him as his backer, he can be afraid of Xue Xiang at all.

But after Mao Wang became the director of the Finance Department, he had a fight with Lan Jian, and was overestimated with Liu Gao, and even disobeyed Zhou Zhenglong. However, he was extremely humble to Xue Xiang, even more than when he was in the art troupe.

But Mao Wang's humility was not due to Xue Xiang's gratitude, nor was it because of his gratitude to push him to the top, nor was it because of his nature, Mao Wang's affection and kindness. Instead, Xue Xiang's face that always smiled made Mao Wang feel extremely profound and unfathomable. It is said that the unknown is the source of fear, and it is precisely this inability to see through that made Mao Wang respect the young Secretary Xue from the bottom of his heart.

"I stayed up all night yesterday, but I couldn't hold back. I won't participate in the parade tomorrow. I'll ask for leave." As soon as Zhou Zhenglong finished speaking, Liu Gao jumped out as usual.

This meaningless suicide attack. Liu Gao had already used countless times. According to the routine, it was Lan Jian's turn to charge.

Sure enough, Liu Gao's words were finished. Lan Jian's mouth opened and Lan Jian opened and closed his mouth before he could speak. Zhou Zhenglong said first: "No leave is allowed! Comrade Liu Gao is almost a round smaller than me. I can hold my arms and legs, so there is no reason for you to hold it. Besides, tomorrow is the most glorious moment in our history for more than half a century. What does your Comrade Liu Gao mean when you take leave now?" After saying that, he slapped the table, "No leave is allowed!"

Although he knew that Zhou Zhenglong was a successful Zhongshan wolf and had been rampant for a long time, Liu Gao still had an unforgettable twitch in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a little regretful and sighed, if he didn't compete for Zhang Jinsong and Xue's surname, he was afraid that Zhou would be suppressed by himself and would never turn over. He lost his big because of the small big. Alas, lost his big because of the small big.

Zhou Zhenglong was shocked by the slap, and was extremely proud. He bulged his eyes and swept towards the crowd, as if he was inspecting the soldiers.

The first one to see Liu Gao's square face that was so green that it was as lustful as it was. Zhou Zhenglong felt a little happy, and he felt that Liu Gao's attacks were ignorantly, just to set off his authority. His eyes flashed over Liu Gao's square face and condensed on Lan Jian's white face. The expression of this face was extremely rich. He stared at his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and pursed his lips, which meant to express one meaning: I don't agree! Zhou Zhenglong secretly gritted his teeth, if he doesn't agree, I'll not accept you sooner or later!

After "examining" Liu Gao and Lan Jian on the right, Zhou Zhenglong shifted his gaze and swept to the left. The first person to meet was Xiang Yuan's blushing face. But seeing this blushing face without joy and worries staring straight into the notebook in front of him, even his eyelashes seemed to be frozen. Zhou Zhenglong stared at Xiang Yuan for a long time, sighed in his heart, thinking to himself, if he had taken him into the sieve, he would probably not have to make so much compromise with Xue......

The eyes continued to shift, and Zhou Zhenglong's pair of fish-eye bubbles finally met a smiling face. No, smiling eyes, because the whole face seemed to have a smile because of these dark and bright eyes.

Xue Xiang was laughing, Zhou Zhenglong was confused, I slapped the table, he laughed...

Zhou Zhenglong's confusion did not last long and he quickly woke up because Xue Xiang was talking.

"Secretary Zhou, look at my yawn after yawn for a while, and I can't stand it anymore. I won't go to the parade."

The words are as light as water, the sound is as light as wind, and a smiling face is still bright.

Xue Xiang seemed to have said nonsense.

Because Liu Gao said before that he was very sleepy and wanted to take leave, while Xue seemed to be picking up people, he also said that he could not stand it and would not participate in the parade.

But this nonsense was like a giant bomb that had pulled the strings and was thrown onto the table naked, and a loud bang, blowing everyone up in vain.

Quiet, strange quietness, I don’t know how long it took, with a clang, the pen in Mao Wang’s hand fell from the notebook and fell to the ground.

The pen fell to the ground as if it touched the button to stop time, and time in the office was alive again.

At this moment, Liu Gao's green face had faded away, leaving only a full face full of shock, staring at Xue Xiang. Lan Jian opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide as if he was about to fly out of his socket. Liu Gao, who was beside him, glanced at Lan Jian's ankle quietly under the table. The latter noticed that he asked Liu Gao what was wrong. Lan Jian's performance should have been a funny embarrassment, but everyone on the table seemed to be unaware.

Since Xue Xiang made a sound, Xiang Yuan's eyes were fixed on the notebook. Mao Wang's pen fell to the ground. His eyes were still fixed on the notebook. However, the hand that was stroking on the notebook made movement. He slides the pen and draws circles on the notebook, but sighs in his heart: It's finally here.

If everyone on the table was shocked by Xue Xiang's protruding shot, Zhou Zhenglong was stunned by this shot. Until now, he still didn't believe that Xue Xiang had shot him. At this moment, Zhou Zhenglong's mind was extremely clear, because there were only a few words left in his mind, "I won't go on the parade." But these words were passed over and over in Zhou Zhenglong's mind, and it seemed that his brain program had an error in encoding and could not translate the meaning of these words.

"Ahem......"

Somehow, Lan Jian suddenly had a sudden cough, and the quiet room sounded particularly harsh.

Zhou Zhenglong was lost and looked up at Xue Xiang. He glanced at him, two eyes, countless eyes. Seeing that his smiling face was still the same, his eyes were clear, and he yawned from time to time, as if he was so tired.

With a heavy sigh, Zhou Zhenglong spit out two words "Split up!", then stood up and pushed the chair away, leaving without looking back. (To be continued)!~!

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