My best female boss

Liu Changqing came back from the construction site and went directly to the office building of the Bureau. He went to the office of Kong Desheng, deputy director of the Bureau. After the knock, he gently pushed the door open and walked in. A faint smell of ink came to his face.

Kong Desheng raised his eyes and looked at the people who came in. He just looked at them and didn't say anything. Instead, he bowed his head and slowly spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush and began to write calligraphy, which made Liu Changqing neither go nor don't go.

At ordinary times, Liu Changqing would calm down to appreciate Kong Desheng's calligraphy, but he is really in no mood today. He is burning his ass, and the deputy director is happy, as if the sky has fallen down and has nothing to do with his deputy bureau.

Kong Desheng's calligraphy is really good. Liu Changqing's artistic signature has been personally instructed by deputy director Kong. With his own hard training, although his realm can't be compared with Kong Desheng's, he is still very satisfied with Liu Changqing's three character signature. Every time he signs his own name on various documents, that's his most proud time.

If it wasn't for his troubles, he would have practiced calligraphy with Kong Desheng for a long time, and he would certainly have asked Kong Desheng to guide himself again. Today, he was in a bad mood, and he couldn't say anything nice. He just stood quietly, without saying a word, smelling a face, as if Kong Desheng owed him money.

Kong Desheng thought, is this man really strange today? So how could a talkative man not say a word after he came in, and even show his face to himself, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction and began to write.

Liu Changqing saw that the leader's writing today was just a little bit, and his vision finally returned to the leader's calligraphy. He wanted to think about what poetry he was going to write today, and even guess the poetry with the first two words of the old leader. This is what he likes to do most.

Kong Desheng finally wrote a word on the rice paper. Holding a pen, he looked critically at the rolling word just written on the rice paper. He felt that Liu Changqing, who was full of unhappiness, had affected his normal performance, and looked at the other side discontentedly.

Liu Changqing was silly. The old leader actually wrote a rolling word on the rice paper. With the dissatisfied look in his eyes, he said, is he asking himself to roll?

After a period of ideological struggle, Liu Changqing still did not leave. He had the cheek to stand opposite Kong Desheng. He still watched the old leader write calligraphy without blinking an eye. He did not believe that he would continue to write and would always give himself a chance to speak.

When Liu Changqing saw the old leader write the second rolling word on the rice paper, he could not calm down any more. This is the second time that he was told to roll. If the first rolling word is dissatisfaction, the second rolling word is dissatisfaction with himself.

Liu Changqing felt that there was no place to put his hands and feet, but he continued to watch the leader write with patience When he saw a long word written by the other party, he didn't have much in mind. As soon as the word Jiang came out, he immediately understood it according to his own meaning. He felt that it was the old leader who told him to go away, and it was just two words to go away, that is, let him and Chen Haichang go away. The news was so big that deputy director Kong would know that there were two sides behind him In other words, he understood it as "the waves behind push the waves ahead".

That is to say, the old leader has hinted to him in calligraphy that he will no longer care about his and Chen Haichang's affairs, and then clearly told himself not to fight. The tide is gone, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Let the young people take the lead!

Liu Changqing was so scared that he knelt down for him. "Old leader, you can't ignore me and Chen Haichang? We've been friends for decades, so we can't let an outsider bully us? "

"What are you talking about?" Kong Desheng looked up at him with a brush. "Don't you see I'm writing? It's not that you don't know my habits. Life is just a big hobby. Let me finish it first. "

"You won't let me go, will you?" Liu Changqing still has been kneeling on the ground and dare not get up.

"When did I let you go?" Kong Desheng looked at him strangely. "I don't care about people when I write. You don't know it today."

"Isn't it written on your paper that you want me to get out of here?" Liu Changqing reached out and pointed to two rolling words on rice paper. "As soon as I came in, the old leader didn't give me a good face. After a discontented look, he wrote down this rolling word. Didn't he ask me to roll?"

"Ha ha ha..." Kong Desheng laughed to tears. "You understand. I'm convinced."

"Isn't it?"

"Then I have written four words altogether. Can you tell me your understanding?" Kong Desheng looks at him with tears and smiles.

"When you asked me to roll with the first word, I knew that the old leader was in a bad mood today, but I had something to say, so I continued to stay. When you looked at me again discontentedly, you wrote the second rolling word. I think it was very discontented with me. In order to see what you would write next, I had the cheek to stay. When the long word was written, I was very happy Finally, I was relieved. I thought you made me have a long memory. When I saw the character Jiang you wrote immediately, I was scared out of my wits. "

"What are you scared of?" Kong Desheng is collapsing to stop himself laughing.

"I thought that the old leader would no longer care about Chen Haichang and me. The two words" rolling "are to let both of us go, and then let the new acting team leader take the upper position. That's what you mean by" the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. "Kong Desheng put his writing brush on the platform and held his fist with his hands. "Liu Changqing, I really admire you."

"Then I am right?" Liu Changqing lied. "Old leader, you really can't do this?"

"No culture, it's terrible!" Kong Desheng shakes his head and throws the rice paper which has just written four words at Liu Changqing. "For your size, no wonder I don't feel like writing today. It turns out that you have destroyed the good atmosphere. What I want to write is that the Yangtze River is flowing eastward, and the waves are washing away the heroes. Success or failure turns to nothing. The green mountains are still there, several sunsets are red. White haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine. There are many things in ancient and modern times. This is a history chant that expresses the feelings of life by narrating the rise and fall of history. It is bold and unconstrained, implicit, generous, solemn and stirring, and has endless meaning. It's also exciting to read. Now, I'm so worried by your divine understanding. "

"That's what it means?" Liu Changqing looked at him bitterly. "I'm sorry, I disturb the old leader's interest. Maybe I'm too anxious. If I wait for the old leader to finish writing, I won't think about it blindly."

"Get up!" Kong Desheng said harshly.

"Thank you, old leader!" Liu Changqing stood up.