1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

"Could you be more clear when reminding me next time?" Wan Ping said to Du Yimeng with a bitter face. He regretted it so much. He shouldn't have been so rude just now.

He also felt that the teacher had changed. The teacher who used to love his work now liked to do private work, and those locks were the best evidence.

"Isn't this clear enough?" Du Yimeng retorted. She tried to wink at him, but ended up winking in vain.

Moreover, he had previously built on her pain in order to comfort himself, but she put aside the past and reminded him that she was worthy of the word "friend".

"It's not enough. Forget it. Don't remind me next time." Wan Ping said aggrievedly. They have known each other for so many years. As for who knows him best, there is no one else except her.

She knew very well that he didn't like to use his brain outside the lab, but when she spoke to him outside the lab, she had to beat around the bush. He just wanted to ask directly, so what could he do?

Du Yimeng was almost laughed out of anger by Wan Ping. He felt wronged because he was so talkative.

She looked at the person walking towards her not far behind Wan Ping, her eyes flashed, she felt that she should let him see what a sinister human heart was.

Didn't he say it wasn't enough? As a good friend, how could she let him down? So she added some more.

"It's just touching the threshold. What about those who have stepped over the threshold?" Du Yimeng said in a faint voice.

Her words made Wan Ping's eyes light up. Compared with those who stepped over the threshold, those who touched the threshold were really nothing.

"Actually, I think Director Song is much more miserable than my teacher. He just became a major general and hadn't even warmed his seat when he was gone. When I first came to the institute, he was already the director. He worked so hard for so many years and lost so much hair, but he is still a director. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... It's too miserable!" Wan Ping suddenly had an idea and thought of the most miserable person in the entire institute.

When this institute was established, Director Song was the director of the institute. After so many years of hard work, he suddenly returned to the situation before liberation.

He had personally witnessed Director Song's transformation from a head of black hair to a bald head. Unfortunately, his hair had finally turned white after all those years.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his black and shiny hair. Fortunately, his hair was still there.

He then breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the negative emotions in his heart completely disappear. Even the embarrassment of being caught badmouthing the teacher behind his back was gone.

Sure enough, the best way to comfort himself is to compare his misery with others, and now everyone is worse off than him.

Director Song, who was walking over from a distance, happened to hear this and subconsciously touched his bald head.

Lao Qi told him that wearing a hat would affect the development of hair follicles and would cause hair loss to become more and more serious.

In order to regain a thick head of hair, he had no choice but to follow the advice of professionals.

In the first few days after he took off his hat, he would yell at anyone who looked at his forehead.

Now, someone is openly using his hair to make trouble.

Very good, Xiao Wan successfully attracted his attention!

He had accepted the loss of his military rank calmly and could have ignored it, but he could not say that he had lost his hair. A soldier can be killed but not humiliated, so he was angry.

When Director Song walked up to Wan Ping, the smile on his face was particularly kind, and no one could tell that he was already burning with anger.

Du Yimeng shrank her head when she saw Director Song smiling. For some reason, she seemed to see the shadow of her grandfather in Director Song.

She suddenly remembered the saying, "A dog that bites doesn't bark, and a person who plots against you smiles at you."

Then she looked at Wan Ping with sympathy. She just wanted to play a little trick on him.

She really didn't expect that Wan Ping would not want to live anymore, and he even added words without permission. Everyone in the institute knew that hair was Director Song's taboo.

"Am I miserable?" Director Song asked with a smile.

"Well, Director Song is the best, and everyone else should stand aside." Wan Ping said subconsciously. When he turned his head and saw who was talking next to him, his pupils trembled and his face turned pale.

Then he turned around and glared at Du Yimeng opposite him. Why didn’t you remind him?

Du Yimeng shrugged helplessly. It was you who just said that you don’t need to remind me in the future.

"Take 'misery' as the theme and write a 2,000-word self-criticism. I want to see it on my desk tomorrow morning." Director Song kept smiling the whole time, and even the smile in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Du Yimeng on the opposite side was stunned. She suddenly felt that her emotions were not restrained enough. It seemed that she had learned something.

"Just a two thousand-word self-criticism?" Wan Ping asked Director Song in disbelief. He had already prepared himself to be punished, but he didn't expect that he would just be asked to write a self-criticism. He wasn't afraid... This was his specialty.

Director Song is a really nice person!

He was actually given a topic. Even if he wasn't given one, with his experience, he could still write a 5,000-word review in one breath.

He doesn't want to be so outstanding, but his ability doesn't allow it!

"Three thousand words." Director Song continued with a smile.

"Why is the price increased?" Wan Ping was puzzled.

"Four thousand words." Director Song raised the price again slowly.

Wan Ping covered his mouth in horror. He felt that sooner or later his mouth would tire his hands to death. He didn't want to stay in this place of trouble anymore. Only by staying away from here could he ensure his own safety.

Thinking of this, he turned and walked away.

Director Song smacked his lips regretfully. If only the boy had said a few more words. Actually, it was his own fault. He started too low. He was just too kind.

Writing a self-criticism is not scary. What is scary is that if you say one more word, he will add a thousand. This is the real scary thing.

It’s a pity that this kid has such a strong desire to survive that he couldn’t really perform to his full potential. It’s a pity!

Then he turned his head and met a pair of bright eyes, and he was stunned for a moment.

Forget it, this cannot be done. This is the chief engineer he promoted. He will never admit it because he is worried that he cannot beat him.

"Xiao Du, what do you think?" Director Song asked Du Yimeng happily.

"I think writing self-criticisms can effectively help our comrades recognize their mistakes and at the same time improve their discipline and sense of responsibility," Du Yimeng said seriously.

Director Song was just worried that someone would say he was taking revenge on someone else. That was fine, she had found a good excuse for him.

Director Song nodded with satisfaction when he heard this. His versatile Xiao Du was indeed very quick-witted.

Look... they were all taught by the same teacher, why are there such big differences?

"Xiao Du, come to my office." Director Song said this and turned to go to the office. Du Yimeng raised his eyebrows in surprise and quickly followed.