Zhang Fugui did not think as much as Secretary Wen thought. He only knew one extremely simple truth, that is, if you want the horse to run, you must feed it well.

Only by making workers feel that their efforts will be rewarded accordingly can workers' motivation be maximized.

As for words like class, Zhang Fugui really never thought of it.

Secretary Wen saw that Zhang Fugui was hesitant to speak, so he took the initiative and said: "By the way, I remember that waitress, didn't she threaten you by saying that her relatives are from the Market Administration Bureau?"

"It's still the same sentence, you have to be tough when you are making iron. If you are not good enough, it doesn't matter whether the person is from the bureau. Even the customer can't pass the test. If there is no problem, I don't care whether he is from the market bureau or the public security bureau. Anyway, as long as we ourselves

To be honest, I let them check it. Even if there is a problem, the problem may not be ours."

When Wen and his wife saw Zhang Fugui speaking so freely, they looked at each other and nodded with a smile.

"Fugui, I feel relieved if you can have such an awareness. No matter when, it is better to seek outsiders than to seek for yourself." Professor Yu expressed his comments about Zhang Fugui.

"Actually, I have already said hello to the city. Don't worry, Fugui, no one will come to trouble Four Seas Restaurant because of personal grudges. If something really happens, you still have to reflect on yourself.

Secretary Wen said half-jokingly and half-warning.

Zhang Fugui didn't expect that Secretary Wen would take the initiative to clear an obstacle for him before he even asked for help.

"Secretary Wen, I didn't expect you could still chat with me in the city? It's amazing." In fact, from the moment Zhang Fugui arrived at the gate of the community, he guessed that Secretary Wen must be a retired leader. As for who he was.

At what level, Zhang Fugui felt that he might be the top leader of a provincial department or something, so Zhang Fugui said this with a flattering attitude.

But this kind of flattery is not the usual kind, it is for profit.

It is a kind of innocent words deliberately said by the younger members of the family to make the elders happy.

It is similar to the ancient colorful clothes for entertaining relatives.

Secretary Wen raised his eyebrows and said in a slightly proud tone: "There are not many anymore. My students are usually in other provinces... Well, there are still a few in the capital. If there is a chance in the future,

I’ll give you an introduction back.”

Zhang Fugui did not expect that a joke would lead Secretary Wen to report his family status.

But he noticed that the wording of the document mentioned that the place was in the province, which meant that his students might even be senior officials at the provincial and ministerial levels. As for those in the capital, he didn't even dare to think about it.

"Well... let's forget it. To tell you the truth, the biggest official I saw when I was a child was the director of the district education bureau, followed by the director of the police station, the director of the neighborhood committee, etc. You are the provincial director.

I'm from the capital, I'm afraid... I'll make people laugh after we meet. Do we have anything in common? If I can't stand on the stage, it will be bad if I embarrass you two old people." Zhang Fugui thought about himself.

The knowledge and positioning are very clear.

Secretary Wen was very satisfied with Zhang Fugui’s answer. He responded with a smile: “You kid, I’d say you’re smart, but sometimes you can show a sense of honesty. I’d say you’re stupid, but sometimes you look like

A dishonest master doesn’t know whether you are genuine or not.”

"Can I still hide my authenticity from your sharp eyes? You don't have to scare me anymore."

"Well, what I just told you is what I said on purpose. Fugui, don't think that if I tell you my connections, you will have a backer, and you can sit back and relax, just like what you just said

Just like in the past, you have to be hardworking yourself. If you don't live up to your expectations, no one can help you. But then again, if what you do is worthy of the country and the people, then you don't have to be afraid or worried, even if it is

The sky is falling. I can't hold it up, old man, but I will find someone to hold it up for you." When Secretary Wen said these words, the kindness on his face had long disappeared. At this time, he had a very stern expression, like

It was just like admonishing the juniors to abide by the rules, with upright eyes, staring closely into Zhang Fugui's eyes, as if intending to poke out the ghost in Zhang Fugui's heart.

Professor Yu seemed to feel that his husband had gone too far, so he said to Zhang Fugui very gently: "With a clear mind and a clear mind, all evil will not invade."

"Secretary Wen, Professor Yu, you...Looking at what you two said, I'm a little panicked. Don't worry, I will do a good job. Didn't Confucius say it? If you tell me to wash my body every three days, I will definitely pay attention."

Personal ideological and moral hygiene..." Zhang Fugui understood the worries and good intentions of Mr. and Mrs. Wen, so he patted his chest and assured them.

"Province (xing)." Professor Yu corrected habitually.

"Look, Professor Yu said it's okay, Secretary Wen, don't worry." Zhang Fugui turned to Secretary Wen and said.

"Well, I'm really worried about you making such a promise." Secretary Wen said in a dumbfounded voice.

The three of them chatted sentence by sentence for nearly an hour. They didn't eat much, but they got closer and closer as they chatted.

Through the words and deeds of Mr. and Mrs. Wen, Mr. Er, who had been observing secretly, also understood that these two were real moral elders.

This kind of person, no matter where he is in any era or place, is worthy of people's respect and love.

Seeing that Mr. and Mrs. Wen had finished explaining everything, Master 2 planned to stand up and offer a glass of wine to Mr. and Mrs. Wen.

Unexpectedly, when he just stood up, something he had packed in the lining of his clothes fell to the ground.

Secretary Wen saw something on the ground that seemed to be a book, with a lot of words printed in white on a black background, so he picked it up out of curiosity.

When things 1 were in hand, the two characters "Three Kingdoms" caught Secretary Wen's eyes.

This thing is none other than the script that Master 2 worked so hard to write.

It is because of this thing that the indomitable Mr. Guan Er has been unable to straighten his waist for the past two days.

"What is this?" Secretary Wen was well-mannered. After receiving the script, he did not open it and read it, but asked Guan Yu curiously.

At this time, Zhang Fugui no longer regarded Secretary Wen as an outsider, and answered truthfully: "This is the script."

"What script?"

"It's the movie I just planned to start shooting a few days ago, the one with the theme of the Three Kingdoms."

Hearing Zhang Fugui's answer, Secretary Wen became even more interested. He was fascinated by the history of the Three Kingdoms, so he was also very familiar with the relevant information for the upcoming movie.

"This is the script of that movie? Can I see it?" The expectation in Secretary Wen's eyes now is the same as when a child sees candy.

Zhang Fugui raised his head and glanced at Master 2. Master 2 nodded generously after thinking about what he saw and heard in Secretary Wen's study.

"I see that you are just reading it casually, but this script is not definitely finished yet. There may be many things that need to be changed." When Zhang Fugui said this, he suddenly thought of Director Jia who didn't know the heights of the world.

"What? Didn't I say that the movie had started filming years ago? Why are the scripts still being revised? Is there something wrong with the actors?" Secretary Wen said with some dissatisfaction when he heard that the movie he had been thinking about had encountered setbacks.

For a moment, Zhang Fugui didn't know how he should answer, because if you break it down, Mr. 2 is one of the leading actors in this movie. After all, it is really because he was dissatisfied with the original script that led to this situation.

"This... the previous script was too lame, with no solid lines, no attention to detail at all, no description of all the historical figures, and too much romance... so I rewrote it." After all, it was my own.

Brother 2, how could Zhang Fugui say something unfavorable to Guan Yu? So he selectively erased the reasons for Guan Yu and directly pointed out all the shortcomings of the old script.

"Really? Alas..." Secretary Wen heard Zhang Fugui's explanation, his face was full of regret, and then continued to ask: "There will be no mistakes in this script, right?"

"Secretary Wen, I am not bragging to you. I can assure you that the person who wrote this script is probably one of the people who knows the history of the three countries best in the country. Even if you just invite relevant experts to check it, you will definitely not find anything.

Issues like going against history," Zhang Fugui said with great confidence.

After all, there are currently three people in the world who know the history of the three countries best.

Guan Yu, Cao Cao, Hua Tuo.

All three of them, without exception, were in the Red Star factory.

It can be said that the Red Star Factory is now the authoritative institution on the history of the three countries.

"Really? Why does it have to be revised for such a good book?" Secretary Wen would think of the uncertainty in Zhang Fugui's words just now, which was contradictory to the assurance he said later, and couldn't help but ask.

"What do you mean...how do you say this...forget it, Secretary Wen, I have nothing to hide, so I will tell you the matter once..." I heard Secretary Wen ask the key point of the question.

, Zhang Fugui had no choice but to tell the reason for the incident.

Next, Zhang Fugui told in detail how Director Jia made things difficult for Guan Yu.

Secretary Wen clenched his fists and Professor Yu sighed.

"Scum... Scum... Rich, do you know you are wrong?" Secretary Wen said sadly.

Zhang Fugui recalled his behavior of having someone forcefully feed Director Jia soup, and he admitted embarrassedly, "I know, I know I was wrong."

"It's good to know." Secretary Wen nodded with satisfaction after hearing Zhang Fugui's confession, and then continued to educate: "Next time you meet such an official, how can you just feed him soup? You should go up.

Slap him a few times, slap a few more for me!"

"Oh... I won't dare... next time... Huh? You always think that I didn't hit him?" Zhang Fugui finally understood what he had done wrong in the eyes of Secretary Wen.

"Don't teach Fugui bad. If he is really beaten, can you protect Fugui? Even if you can protect him, at your current age, how many years can you protect him?" Professor Yu couldn't speak when he saw that his husband was angry.

The size is corrected on the side.

"I have so many students. I can't protect them. I ask my students to protect them...!" Secretary Wen said to his wife like a child venting his anger.

"Humph!" Professor Yu's cold snort was like the cold wind of 39 days, blowing away Secretary Wen's newly tempered temper.

"Fugui, let me put the script here first. I'll read it over the next two days. If I think it's good, I won't need that bullshit Director Jia. I'll hand it in for you personally. I'm sure it will be approved. What do you think?

?" After hearing Zhang Fugui's boast just now, Secretary Wen couldn't put it down and caressed the script in his hand, as if there was gold and silver hidden in it.

Zhang Fugui didn't expect that the problem that had troubled him and Guan Yu just now would be solved like this. He quickly agreed and said, "That's great!"
Chapter completed!