In the past two days, Director Zhang Jianxun felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

A few days ago, there were many people coming and going around him, enthusiastically discussing the newly earned $150,000 with him.

After the weekend, fewer people did this.

Of course, it is normal to have fewer ones. This is not something that can be done by many people, but it will eventually get involved in two or three people - as for how to get involved in the mouth, Zhang Jianxun is still considering it.

Such opportunities are not available every day. Zhang Jianxun, who is an accountant, has seen the tricks of the older generation of people working together. He hopes to choose the least risky method.

Moreover, which solution to choose depends on the ability of the collaborators.

However, Zhang Jianxun never waited for the person who could discuss the means with him.

Yang Rui didn't come here, which made Zhang Jianxun both relieved and funny. He was not even active in his own money. Do you still expect others to just collect the accounts for you?

Although the normal procedure for accounting is like this, Zhang Jianxun received education that he was plucked by geese.

He did this at his previous unit and did not think there was any exception to Peking University.

Look at the people who come to ask for information, there are leaders and professors, those with high education, those with low education, and those with the same knowledge.

But there are too many people who retreat from difficulties, and Zhang Jianxun despises this very much.

If you don’t have some courage, why should you take other people’s money?

"Xiao Wu, is anyone looking for me?" Zhang Jianxun put down his bag when he entered the door, picked up the tea cup on his desk and drank it. Every morning, he had to make tea in his cup five minutes in advance. He liked heavy tea and the temperature was just right.

The few people in the office thought about it for several days before they could figure out his habit.

The tea tasted just right, Zhang Jianxun drank it in one sip and said with a smile: "God, the ones in the morning are not refreshing."

There is still no one in the office.

Director Zhang frowned and looked around, saying, "What's wrong? Are you practicing meditation?"

"Director, you read the newspaper." Xiao Wu carefully took a stack of newspapers and placed them in front of Zhang Jianxun.

"What's the matter? What's the mystery with me?"

"You will know when you read the newspaper." Xiao Wu turned his head back and went up.

Zhang Jianxun put down the teacup heavily and let out a "bang".

Everyone in the office shrank their necks together.

Then Zhang Jianxun looked down at the newspaper.

Multiple newspapers have one or more similar topics: Sino-US cooperation laboratory!

Zhang Jianxun snorted in his nose and said: It’s all gimmicks, what is the Sino-US cooperation laboratory? It’s so troublesome to cooperate between the two departments in the school. The laboratories of the two countries cooperate? Who coordinates? Who listens to whom?

Zhang Jianxun did not read the main text below the title, but continued to read other newspapers. At the same time, he felt a little bored: if you have something to say, what a mock mystery is he going to be.

Just as I was thinking about it, the title of an article popped up:

"The US Ambassador to China urges Peking University to use special funds"!

US Ambassador to China!

Beijing University!

Special funds!

The three words were connected together, and Zhang Jianxun couldn't even look closely. There was a "buzz" sound in his head first.

"No, the US ambassador has nothing to do with me." Zhang Jianxun comforted himself while reading the content of the article.

This is a very short article, and it is not an exaggeration to say it is a text message.

However, the article is placed under the front page, which is considered the last article on the front page. Just now, there are two large pages of a newspaper with four pages in total. Even articles with large tofu blocks on the front page will definitely be seen.

The most important thing is the content of the article, and the words "The US Ambassador to China" made Zhang Jianxun's eyes hurt.

Xiao Wu whispered: "Director, don't worry, drink a little hot water first."

Zhang Jianxun drank the remaining strong tea and pointed at the newspaper and said, "How did the US Ambassador to China know about this news?"

Xiao Wu shook his head. He had speculation and dared not say it.

Others in the office also complained: the money was made by Americans, but there was no response from China. Americans responded, so you are stupid.

Although the ambassador to China is a little exaggerated, the term "urge" cannot be called exaggerated.

"No wonder..." Zhang Jian held the table and slowly stood firm.

"No wonder?" Xiao Wu was used to supporting the role.

"No wonder, there are fewer people looking for me these days, and they have already received the news." Zhang Jianxun's throat made a dry gurgling sound.

Xiao Wu lowered his head and dared not answer.

"Being a leader is different. If you have a little fishy smell, you will get on, and if you have a little danger, you will get off."

In the office, there was only Director Zhang's voice.

"Yangcheng Evening News!" Zhang Jianxun knocked his fingers on the newspaper's head twice, and cursed: "These southerners cannot make any serious things, and they put everything in the newspaper."

Zhang Jianxun's finger placed on the newspaper did not immediately take it back, but instead twisted the newspaper below. He suddenly had a bad premonition and asked, "These newspapers are also talking about this?"

"Xiao Wu, you said." Zhang Jianxun refused to open it and see it himself.

Xiao Wu held it in for a long time and wrote a written sentence: "It's not entirely true."

Zhang Jianxun sneered twice and said, "So what if a few newspapers from the south say it."

He threw the Yangcheng Evening News underground, and there was a magazine: People's Education.

"It's time for half a month? The news spreads very quickly." Zhang Jianxun laughed, picked up the magazine, and found the title of the article directly on the cover: "Coca-Cola Cooperation from the United States"

Zhang Jianxun's hand shook a few times, and pretended to be careless and turned to the middle page. The old Yang Rui's name appeared between the lines.

As a student of Peking University, the publisher of many heavyweight articles and the head of multiple cooperative projects, Yang Rui's identity is very glorious and he is not afraid of being on the media at all.

Zhang Jianxun was really scared.

"People's Education" is not very famous, but it is a well-mannered political newspaper, which is completely different from "Yangcheng Evening News".

Putting aside "People's Education", Zhang Jianxun turned down again, and newspapers such as Beijing Daily, Guangming Daily, China Medical News, etc., which were middleweight or heavyweight, appeared in front of Zhang Jianxun.

What scared him even more was that the publication time of these newspapers was either yesterday or today.

How is this possible!

Except for the Central Propaganda Department, who has the ability to let these media publish an article in a concentrated manner?

But... the Central Propaganda Department? As for?

Why is the Central Propaganda Department so troublesome? They sent a temporary worker over here and even asked the temporary worker to make a phone call. Isn’t it that Zhang Jianxun is going to do what he wants?

Zhang Jianxun wanted to break his head, but he wouldn't know that Yang Rui not only spent money to hold a press conference, but also decided by the time, location and method of the conference, but also by the public relations company invited by Hong Kong.

Just like the American newspapers are landfills on Fridays, China's Tuesdays have always been the most active time for the media.

Tuesday this month is the publication day for several semi-monthly and weekly magazines.

When Yang Rui invited the media, he also paid special attention to their own information.

This kind of meticulous way of doing things has never been experienced by Chinese people in the 1980s.

Zhang Jianxun is the first unlucky person to bear the brunt of the brunt.

"I..." Zhang Jianxun was shaking.

"Director Zhang, drink another cup of hot water." Xiao Wu picked up the cup worriedly.

Unfortunately, there is no water. I just finished drinking it, but no one continued it.

Zhang Jianxun was angry and slammed the teacup heavily on the wall with a "slap".

"Director!" Xiao Wu called out softly.

"I'm fine." Zhang Jianxun put his hand on his chest, soothing his beating heart, and tried hard: "Take the money first, don't drag it down. You can find Yang Rui's class schedule. I'll go to the classroom to find him. There are too few people in the laboratory, so we don't have enough face, so give more."

Zhang Jianxun laughed as he spoke, laughing so hard.

Xiao Wu pursed his lips and said "Yes".

Zhang Jianxun saw at a glance that his expression was wrong and said sternly: "Say, what are you hiding at this time?"

"Minister Lu came in the morning, and he was leaving the account books and the like."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Jianxun's eyes were covered with blood in an instant.

"Minister Lu won't let it go."

"I'll go see him." Director Zhang was about to leave.

Xiao Wu hurriedly said: "Minister Lu went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and said he was not here today."

"Not H" Zhang Jianxun laughed. Two days ago, he used this reason to make excuses from Sun Ruyue.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jianxun's heart felt a little hope: I did nothing. That's right, I put the money on the account and didn't dial it, but I have a reason. It's normal for me to not finish the account, two days late! Why am I guilty?"

When the idea of ​​survival comes, you can no longer suppress it.
To be continued...