1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 81 Roof
After the cold rain, April in Qi and Lu finally had a bit of spring feel to it.

Countless poplar flowers swaying gently in the wind like caterpillars, occasional locust flowers like small butterflies, young green grass everywhere, dotted with small yellow or red flowers...

All of this may not seem very amazing to adults who are accustomed to the changing of the four seasons, but if you sit on the roof and look down, you will find a different kind of charm.

As a little canary with strict family education, Miss Mu last climbed a tree fifteen years ago. It was the first time in her life that she sat on the slope of the roof like the heroes in martial arts movies, drinking tea and enjoying the scenery.

Perhaps it was the spring scenery that made people feel happy, or perhaps it was the spring sunshine that made people lazy. After a little uneasiness, Mu Liya, who sat on the roof for the first time in her life, soon liked this feeling. Holding a piece of beef jerky handed to her by her classmate Tugou, she leaned against the cement chimney and tore it up bit by bit...

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"Manager Mu, have some tea."

Yang Mo, who had never been very enthusiastic about this woman, handed her a cup of tea with a slightly casual tone, completely devoid of his usual politeness and glibness.

There was no way. He owed this woman a favor of some size. Besides, she had helped classmate Tugou in the first place. So no matter from which angle, Yang Mo had to accept this favor.

Miss Mu looked at him with some surprise, then glanced thoughtfully at Lu Yingying who was bragging and chatting with Zhang Lin, then she smiled and took the cup of hot tea with both hands.

Given this guy's character, when faced with himself who was not on the invitation list, he did not say "I wonder what I can do for you, Manager Mu" as usual, which already explained a lot of problems.

Although she felt a little aggrieved, Miss Mu, who was always the center of attention wherever she went, had to admit that when she took the cup of tea, she subconsciously felt flattered.

Although the position of this jerk in front of her was not as high as hers, and his family background was even more incomparable, but after getting to know him for a few months, she could naturally see that this old-fashioned guy was actually quite arrogant in his bones.

In fact, there are so many proud people, and she has seen them all the time, so she would never feel flattered... But Yang Mo is a little different. Whether it is the erudition he showed before being promoted, or the various unexpected methods he showed after managing the successful projects, all of them show that he does have the capital to be proud.

People like them actually tend to respect the strong more than ordinary people. Facing someone like Yang Mo who has somewhat jumped out of their cognitive framework, whether you are willing to admit it or not, Miss Mu is always a little cautious when facing him.

After feeling the rich and deep orchid fragrance in her mouth, Mu Liya raised her eyebrows: "Good tea! Good tea art! ... Yang Mo, do you like to drink Tieguanyin? Do you want me to bring a box from the general manager's office for you... I'm going to the general manager's office on Monday, and they have a lot of good tea in their cabinets."

Hearing these seemingly ordinary words, Yang Mo frowned.

Like other state-owned enterprises these days, the drilling company actually respects green tea. There are not many people who like to drink Tieguanyin, and most of them are backbones from Shanghai. If the scope is narrowed to the general manager's office, and if Miss Mu can say that the tea is good, then the director of this tea company can almost be identified... You know, the general manager Wang is from Shanghai.

As for why I suddenly brought this up...

It's so simple. It's no secret that the business guidance group has been quarreling these days. Even the backers behind each other have been forced to get together again. What Miss Mu meant was that Director Zhang is now in a very passive position, and asked herself whether she needs to speak to President Wang.

Although he didn't like this woman's bad habit of talking about work every other sentence regardless of time or occasion, she was showing goodwill to him after all, so Yang Mo couldn't say anything. He just shrugged lightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Director Mu... But no, I don't really like Tieguanyin. This tea smells good, but it doesn't taste like tea... To be honest, if Director Zhang hadn't forced this tea on me, and there wasn't any good tea prepared at home, I wouldn't have bothered to take it out."

When Mu Liya heard this, the corner of her eyes twitched. Even a fool could understand Yang Mo's subtext.

But the problem is...

Seeing that the young lady was about to say something, Yang Mo laughed out loud: "Manager Mu, today is a warm spring day, it is a good day for friends to get together to be lazy and brag... Today's theme is only to chat... If Manager Mu really wants to treat me as a friend, then don't mention tea or asking the general manager's office for tea for me... I, Yang, can't afford to lose this person!"

Looking at Yang Mo's light-hearted appearance, Mu Liya was stunned.

If you really want to treat me as a friend...is this a goodwill signal you are sending to yourself?
More importantly, look at his expression... You have a backup plan, so if I go and speak for you, I'll be ruining your plan?
So...what is your back-up plan?
Out of habit, Miss Mu's brain started working quickly, but no matter how she thought and deduced, she couldn't get the point.

With a growing sense of fear, Miss Mu sat on the roof in a daze...

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Perhaps it was because spring had arrived, or perhaps it was because Miss Mu was present, Chen Feiyu and Zhang Xiaopang were like peacocks, trying their best to perform in front of this beauty who was enough to amaze all men.

Although the fat boy had some psychological trauma due to the last social gathering, and Chen Feiyu couldn't help but feel a little resistant to the opposite sex, but... please, whether in appearance or temperament, can Miss Mu be the same as those women?
So, from famous domestic and foreign works, to poems and songs, and finally to the classics of hundreds of schools of thought, the two people's initial discussion gradually evolved into an argument, and finally they almost quarreled, completely forgetting their original intention.

The fat boy Zhang Jun bit off a piece of beef jerky viciously and looked at Chen Yufei with a provocative look in his eyes: "Bah! You dare to say that you have a little knowledge of the classics of all schools of thought?... Damn it, it's fine if you say something else, but you dare to talk about Han Fei in front of me?"

Chen Feiyu poured the tea into his mouth in one breath, his posture was even more rebellious than drinking: "Hey~! Why can't I talk about Han Zi in front of you? Didn't I just comment on his "Lonely Anger" for two sentences, saying that it was an alternative and flattering article written to show that he was different from others and to seek an official position. In terms of ideological value, it is not worthy of being compared with "Five Vermin"? ... What, do you have any objection?"

Zhang Jun sneered: "Is "Lonely Anger" a flattering article? Hey... It seems that you have read so many books that you don't know anything... In my opinion, you should stop saving money to translate classics... I'm afraid that the translation will be crap and it will be a disgrace to China!" Chen Feiyu was furious and threw the dried sweet potato in his hand at him: "What the hell are you talking about!? Embarrassing? You, a jerk who only knows how to read novels, don't know anything!"

Zhang Jun sneered, picked up the dried sweet potato stuck in his stomach and put it in his mouth to chew. "You said you don't believe Han Fei's nonsense, so I will only ask you a few simple questions... If you have the ability to answer them, I, Zhang Jianjun, will kowtow to you and call you grandpa on the spot!"

Chen Feiyu squinted his eyes: "You said it... Come on, fatty, come over here!"

Zhang Jun chuckled: "The first question is... What is the relationship between the core and form of the law that Han Fei mentioned, that is, in his legalist thought?"

Chen Feiyu sneered: "This is not simple. Legalism and Confucianism are different, but they are also one. As a disciple of Xunzi, Han Fei, who firmly believes that human nature is evil, naturally..."

Chen Feiyu suddenly stopped talking halfway and fell into a state of contemplation and confusion.

Zhang Jun sneered at this and said, "You can't answer it, right? The second question is a simpler one for you... As a disciple of Xunzi, why does Han Fei think that the existence of Confucianism and chivalry is intolerable?"

Chen Feiyu hesitated as sweat began to appear on his forehead: "..."

Zhang Jun sneered: "The third question... Why are those who practice magic often punished by public law or punished by private swords?"

Chen Feiyu was about to say that he could answer this question, but after looking at the crab-shaped cloud in the sky, he could only quickly retract his tongue, feeling so sad that he could not even cry... Fatty, you are such a liar!

Zhang Jun saw this and looked very proud: "The fourth question... In Han Fei's ideological system, how can the tension between public law and private law be eliminated?"

Chen Yufei was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood... Is this the answer he can say out loud?
Zhang Jun looked at him with some pity and sighed softly: "Okay, I won't embarrass you, and I won't ask about the tactics of weakening the people later... Since you said you understood Han Fei, then tell me, based on Han Feizi as a system of political tactics, how should a mediocre ruler use the tactics of [ruling from the south]?"

Chen Feiyu's face was frozen and he was speechless.

Zhang Jun curled his lips when he saw this. "Han Fei distinguishes between Tao, momentum, and tactics. You don't even understand tactics, so you naturally don't understand how to create momentum, and you don't understand how a monarch, with a weak body, can suppress all the officials in the court and make them feel invisible fear all the time... This kind of basic operation can be found everywhere in the world. You don't even understand this, and you still have the nerve to tell me that you understand Han Fei?"

Chen Feiyu hung his head, feeling frustrated... The book "Han Fei" is quite different from other classics. If one really wants to understand these questions, half a lifetime may not be enough.

TNND, this fat guy is cheating me!
Translating such a classic does not require such in-depth systematic research. Maintaining the accuracy of the translation should be the first priority.

However, he could not say that what Zhang Jun said was unreasonable. This kind of classic is a typical example of a slight mistake leading to a huge error. Given the huge differences in context and wording at home and abroad, the book translated by someone who truly understands it and someone who is half-baked will naturally be very different.

But the problem is...

If you really study "Han Fei" thoroughly, maybe the book you translated cannot be published.

Thinking of this, Chen Feiyu felt even more unhappy, and felt that the road to his dream was becoming more and more rugged...

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Miss Mu looked at the little fat boy with interest.

Because of her family background, she certainly understood why Zhang Jun knew so much about the book "Han Fei"... In fact, in some families, "Han Fei" is definitely one of the must-read books, and its importance can even be ranked in the top three. If you don't learn it well, you will be beaten.

After thinking for a while, Mu Liya suddenly smiled and said, "Zhang Jun, it seems that you have done some research on ancient books~ Not bad, not bad!"

Seeing this beautiful lady suddenly talking to him, the little fat boy was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He said politely and modestly: "No, no! I know a little bit, I know a little bit!"

Seeing this, Mu Liya smiled lightly, tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Then how do you understand the four words [Shang Dui Wei Ning]?"

Negotiation is not settled?

Ze: Nine four?

Hearing these four familiar words, Zhang Jun's expression suddenly became unnatural...

(End of this chapter)