The clerk, Huang Xianxian, came out of the director's office, his feet were as light as stepping on the clouds, and he couldn't help humming a tune quietly.
A colleague passed by and couldn't help but tease him: "Hey! Xiao Huang, what happened to you today? Did you pick up money?"
"I'm happier than picking up money." Huang Xianxian replied with a smile, and continued humming a ditty as he went downstairs.
Downstairs, the driver's class jeep was already waiting there, and Sergeant Tu Xiaoan was also waiting beside the car.
Seeing him coming, he rushed forward and opened the door.
Huang Xianxian blocked Tu Xiaoan: "I want to criticize you, don't do this, I'm not a big leader!"
After saying that, he went to open the door by himself.
After opening the door, I thought about it and felt that what I just said was inappropriate.
At least it's inappropriate to say that on the surface.
So he turned around and said to Tu Xiaoan in a superfluous way: "Even if you are the chief, this is not appropriate!"
After saying that, he got into the car with peace of mind.
Tu Xiaoan also got into the passenger seat.
The car left the yard of the Propaganda Office and headed south along the road.
This time Officer Huang was on business.
Went to the Tiger Brigade on business.
The mission was to interview members of the peacekeeping force who had just returned a few days ago, namely the rapid counterattack platoon members Tong Zhi, Li Zheng, and Hou Jun.
The main purpose of the interview was to dig deep into the people and events that the officers and soldiers of the Tiger Brigade participated in the peacekeeping operations in Country L, and to form a special report and send it to the military newspaper.
Recently, the military newspaper will organize a special topic, the content of which will be the outstanding figures and deeds in various units of the army, as a tribute to the upcoming National Day.
If the competition field is the arena for the best of each combat unit in the military, then this large-scale special report is the arena for the pens of each unit in the military.
There are so many propaganda units in the entire army, ranging from regions to brigades, and they all have specialized propaganda departments. Being able to show your face in these and write reports that can be adopted is the highest reward.
This time Huang Jinjin's report was published in the military newspaper. The division chief praised him for his good writing and asked him to work harder and refine the report and send it to the military newspaper to participate in the selection of special reports and strive for success. It was adopted and published, bringing glory to Army Group D’s propaganda work.
"Director Huang, I read your report in the Military Region Newspaper. It was really well written. I read it three times in a row and still couldn't get enough of it."
As soon as the car drove not far away, Tu Xiaoan started taking pictures.
But not to mention, Huang Xianxian felt that this was a photo taken on his vagina, and he couldn't help but feel sour.
"Well, it's not my writing that's good, it's the characters and their deeds that are good."
He was still modest as usual.
Then he added: "Of course, writing is also very particular about writing style. What should be written, what should not be written, what is the highlight, and what is worth digging into are all very important. This is a great test of the writer's skill."
Tu Xiaoan added: "Yes, yes, Director Huang is right. I have also been a correspondent, but very few of the things I wrote were published in the military region newspapers. Others used the information I provided, but the manuscript completely ignored my objections. Drop it, rewrite it, ugh..."
The last word "alas" was dragged out for a long time.
Huang Xianxian, who had closed his eyes to rest, heard Tu Xiaoan's sigh, opened his eyes a little, and glanced at Tu Xiaoan who had turned his head to face him but had his head tilted with a dejected look, and he suddenly became energetic. ….
He stopped concentrating, opened his eyes, sat upright, and began to teach Tu Xiaoan.
"So, this is the key point I just told you. This deed is good, but when you write it, you must also write it well. It pays attention to the skill of the pen. Just like making wine, such as Moutai, we all know that we must use water from the Chishui River and The local red tasseled sorghum is produced, but the problem is, everyone knows this, why can’t other manufacturers make Moutai? The truth lies in the brewing masters. If you have good raw materials, you must also have good ones. Winemaker, if you have good deeds and materials, you must also have a good pen."
Tu Xiaoan couldn't help but nodded.
In fact, he also has his own depression.
Back then, he relied on
As a correspondent, he relied on diligently writing correspondence and writing continuously, and then he was transferred to the Propaganda Department. Although the staff is already here, the problem is that he has greater ambitions.
He was not satisfied with being just responsible for distributing documents and collecting correspondence in the Publicity Department. He wanted to have a creative pen like Huang Xianxian, so that his works could be published in high-level publications. In this way, three issues would come to an end. If you change jobs, having these things written on your resume will be of great benefit to your job assignments.
Therefore, he sincerely admired Huang Xianjin's writing and really wanted to learn from him.
"Director Huang, I understand what you are saying. You need good writing skills, but good writing skills are not something you can just have. I just want to ask, do you have any skills?"
"Didn't I make it very clear just now?" Huang Xianxian shook his head and said as if he hated iron, "Look at the highlights and dig deeper. This sentence is very important."
"Grab the highlights...dig deep..." Tu Xiaoan muttered this sentence repeatedly, wanting to take a piece of iron-wrapped chocolate in his mouth, licking it from left to right, but he couldn't taste the inside. of sweetness.
Huang Xianxian's brows knitted into knots, and he tsked again and said, "You really can't teach a child! Comprehension, this is comprehension!"
Tu Xiaoan blushed, scratched his head and said, "Director Huang, I can't help it. You see, I was born in a rural area and joined the army after graduating from high school. I have worked very hard to be where I am today, but you are right. , it’s a question of my qualifications, I can’t blame anyone.”
Seeing that Tu Xiaoan had no figure at all and was completely humble, Huang Xianxian felt a little more compassionate, so he said: "Okay, while I have time, I will send Buddha to the west today, and I will do my best to the end. So. Tell me, you said you read my article in the military region newspaper no less than three times, so my question is, what is the most attractive thing about that article?"
Tu Xiaoan scratched his head and said, "Of course it's that Li Zheng. Look, he's only a second-year soldier. He's so powerful. He dares to risk his life to defuse bombs. You know, the place where bombs are defused is an ammunition depot. As long as you miss it, you'll be fine." It’s a dead word.”
Huang Xianxian asked again: "What else?"
Tu Xiaoan racked his brains and continued to think, then he got excited and said, "The other thing is that he is actually a college student at Tunghai University. Tunghai University is a famous university. This is his third year and he is about to graduate. He chose to join the army. From this point of view, he is full of enthusiasm for national defense."
Huang Xianxian said: "Isn't this the end? Aren't all the highlights you just mentioned? Famous college students, second-year soldiers, these are all highlights. Actually, there are still some things that I haven't dug into deeply and haven't written them out yet. , according to the information I collected, this Li Zheng has more than just this little bright spot. I know that he could have been a graduate student, but he chose to be a soldier. Many people go to the military to get qualifications in order to be a graduate student. If you say that he could have been admitted to graduate school but still came to serve as a soldier, this way of writing will immediately be different, and his ideological realm will be immediately elevated to an unknown level, right? Also, there is a bigger bright spot, this is my king Damn, I went to the Tiger Brigade this time just to dig into this matter, and you will know when the time comes."
When it came, he raised his index finger and nodded to Tu Xiaoan solemnly: "Do you remember my six-character secret? Focus on the highlights and dig deeper."
"Grab the highlights and dig deeper..."
Tu Xiaoan continued to mutter these words, as if he understood something.
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