Because he wrote his own article, Xue Xiangzi didn't have to worry about reading it. The speed of reading was naturally very fast. After a moment, he finished it. He sighed heavily, but there was no expression on his face. He said, "The overall situation is good, but it is not very outstanding. He just turned over and couldn't be said to have defeated Qinghuayuan. Comrades, don't be proud, you have to continue your efforts and make new contributions. Next, I will arrange the next stage of work tasks, and everyone will complete it quickly."

After saying that, Xue Xiang arranged the next phase of the task to go to the news center. He first briefly instructed the radio station and the reporters to make every effort to build momentum in terms of publicity, and then focused the problem on the publishing house. It turned out that Xue Xiang did not plan to fight alone this time. He stayed alone for five days and five nights last time, and was exhausted both physically and mentally. He never wanted to taste the feeling of being dead again, so he explained the second series of the Dutch chapters he had written to be completed by the publishing house.

Clinking materials, Xue Xiang had just revealed his words, Pei Donglai jumped: "Director, you are not kidding, I admit that the publishing house has a lot of pens. To be honest, I don't flatter you, and none of them can match you. I think it's up to you to do it. Otherwise, if our second shot is dumb, Minister Lei will definitely tear me up, and you will be tired again. I will serve the black chicken soup every day..."

Xue Xiang waved his hand and interrupted, "Stop talking about this useless. I've found all the information. Can't I draw a picture of the cat? It's not lyrical prose, notes and novels, and what other thoughts and emotions are needed? Isn't this kind of writing the same? It's just an introduction to the situation and comment on the reasons for failure and success. What lessons should we learn from it? Just these points, will it be done if we follow it?"

Pei Donglai said: "Director Xue. You seem to be reasonable, but in fact you are not. Find information and describe it, and you can write it. You can comment on gains and losses and refine your thoughts, but you can't just do it by just having a person. If you don't have real skills, you can write it out?"

Pei Dong said something reasonable. Xue Xiang was helpless and couldn't do it. He had to make concessions and hand over the collection of materials and descriptive texts to Pei Donglai. He himself was responsible for commenting on gains and losses and refining thoughts. That is, he was responsible for the most important part of the entire article.

After arranging the task of the news center, Sun Wen and his men saw that Xue Xiang was not hesitant and said goodbye to leave. When they saw everyone away, Xue Xiang picked up the magazines and newspapers left by Pei Donglai on the coffee table. The reason for the second time was because there was a hint of luck in his heart. He hoped that the first time he could pick up the things he wanted. This time, Xue Xiang almost glanced at them line by line. Half an hour passed, and after reading all the pages, he still didn't get them.

As for what Xue Xiang was looking through, it was naturally about comments and interpretations. Because only with comments and interpretations can prove the value of an article. Just the first three articles of Xue San, just comments and controversial articles could probably be filled with a room, which was called a storm and a wide influence. Obviously, it disappointed Xue Laosan. Although many newspapers and several famous magazines reprinted, they were all copied in the original version and did not give any opinions or opinions at all. Why didn't he discourage him? He sighed before, and it was because he didn't find any interpretations about them that he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Putting down a pile of newspapers and magazines, Xue Xiang held the tea cup and turned around in circles indoors. The smoke curled up and the tea fragrance was faint. As he walked, his restless heart slowly calmed down. His calm heart suddenly realized the clues, which was the extremely high number of publications - nearly 40,000, and the silent public opinion. Isn’t these two contrasts? Isn’t it a naked contradiction? Since there is a contradiction, there must be a root cause of the contradiction.

"What's going on? Where is the problem?" Xue Xiang drew a big question mark in his heart, thinking about the good general, but he couldn't understand it no matter what.

In fact, it was not only Xue Xiang who discovered the problem, but also someone at Peking University discovered the problem. Just as Xue Xiang was circling around the room, Zhou Shuren held the highest-level meeting of Peking University, the Standing Committee of the Party Committee of the School. In fact, the entire meeting started before lunch. Since Zhou Shuren's eyes turned red and his face turned pale, so when it was time for dinner, no one dared to say anything to remind him that "it's time to have a meal." The whole meeting was both intense and dull. What was intense was that the superstructure of Peking University was everyone's belly. What was dull was that except for Secretary Zhou Da was furious, there were only a few people who took part in the meeting.

There was a snap, followed by a clang, and finally, there was a click. In this music trio, the initiator was Secretary Zhou Da who was very excited. It turned out that Secretary Zhou Da slapped the table with a slap, accidentally shaking the tea lid on the tea bowl. The tea lid fell on the table with a bang, and then turned halfway, fell to the ground and broke into two halves.

Zhou Shuren waved his hand to stop taking a record, Feng You, the secretary who was about to get a broom to clean it, kicked the two-petal tea covers away, and hit the wall and fell to pieces. "Tell me, I'm mute. Do you want to see my old Zhou joke? Do you feel embarrassed about Jingda? You are glorious!"

Zhou Shuren's behavior today can be said to be abnormal. You should know that on weekdays, President Zhou is really as gentleman as an ancient style. Sometimes he even wears a long robe and recites ancient poems. He is as simple and elegant as jade. But when he was in a meeting, he was furious and just cursed and swearing. He even performed a martial arts move, kicking the tea cover to the sky with one foot. In this shape, if the spirits present could not see that President Zhou's career was in high spirits, then he would be a ghost.

It is precisely because everyone knows that honest people get angry, that these people are even more afraid to speak, for fear that they will be caught by President Zhou Da, who is in a crazy state, and become a typical example.

Silence is another long silence. The air is frozen. Feng You, who has no transcripts to make, wished to stand up and speak, and give Principal Zhou this face.

"Hehe..." Suddenly, Zhou Shuren laughed twice and continued, "Okay, since I can't speak freely, I'll call it. Lao Jia, you are in charge of publicity, you can talk first."

The person Zhou Shuren named was Jia Quan, deputy secretary of the Party Committee of Peking University who presided over the school Youth League Committee that day. He was in charge of publicity and the school Youth League Committee. He ranked fourth in the Party Committee of Peking University and had a lot of power.

After being named by Zhou Shuren, the water cup Jia Quan shook slightly, sprinkled a wisp of tiny water sprinkled. Then, he quickly covered it with his hand, but it did not attract attention. At this moment, Jia Quan was very distressed. Zhou Shuren just yelled twice, and he was a fool who knew that the sneering and sneering was just a sign that Lao Zhou was already very angry, but if he couldn't tell the reason at this time, he would have to be the first to be the punching bag of Lao Zhou.

As soon as he thought of this, Jia Quan calmed down: "Secretary Zhou, even if you don't name it, I can't help but talk."

Puff!

Puff!

Click!

Secretary Jia Da said that his power was quite powerful. Secretary Deng and Vice President Zhang, who were sitting next to him, sprayed out a mouthful of water. Then Feng You, who was preparing to make records, poked a hole in the half-inch thick notebook. At this moment, even Zhou Shuren, who was in a blue face and red eyes, changed color by the thunder. Everyone in the house felt the thunder rolling in the sky, was so surprised that they couldn't do it.

I don’t know if it’s because of the ultimate simplicity or the extreme simplicity of the silence, Secretary Jia Da seemed to be unaware of his reaction in front of him. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said in a slight manner: “Secretary Zhou, comrades, I think the matter is very obvious. It’s because there are problems with our period. Some comrades need to bear certain political responsibilities.”

As soon as Jia Quan finished speaking, Jiang Dawei, the executive vice president sitting diagonally opposite him, spoke: "Secretary Jia, I don't agree with your point of view. I read the latest issue. It can be said that it was very well done, especially the one in it is simply a stroke of magic. I don't hide it. I think this article has the atmosphere of setting a new generation of trends."

At present, the Peking University attaches great importance to academic research, and almost all the main leaders in charge of school affairs have made great achievements in academics. The executive vice president Jiang Dawei, who spoke, also serves as a professor in the history department, is an expert in convenient literature and history. When he saw it that day, he exclaimed that the literary world should be served as a wine. At this moment, he naturally cannot tolerate Jia Quan slandering it.

Jia Quan smiled lightly and continued, "Principal Jiang, I read it too. I also admit that my writing style and ideas are excellent. But it's a bit too much to embellish foreign accounts. Can't you read the taste of admiring foreigners? Of course, this is a question of different opinions and wise people. However, I don't agree to reprint it, which is not enough to prove its political correctness? In addition, I believe that all of you have paid attention to Qinghuayuan these days, and it is realistic to say that in terms of sales and response, it has been completely overwhelmed by our issue. But even so, the mainstream national newspapers still refuse to reprint it. Doesn't it just show the seriousness of the problem?"

Although Jia Quan's words were not nice, anyone had to admit that his analysis was very concise and incisive, which was really hard to refute. Jiang Dawei opened his mouth, but did not say anything, holding the teacup and drinking tea, and for a moment he made a loud sound. Seeing that he was impressed by Jiang Dawei, Jia Quan won the momentum and said in a deep voice: "Comrades, I think this matter cannot be considered small. This is a signal. Obviously, it is not that it is not that it is not qualified to be in the mainstream newspaper, but that it cannot be in the market. One is not enough and the other cannot be in the same way. The meaning is more than a thousand miles away. I think it is too late to regret it if I don't take measures!"

Jia Quan was heartbroken and was about to continue to speak generously, and he moved the lords here when suddenly Zhou Shuren snorted coldly and spoke.
Chapter completed!