Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Fang Yuan finished breakfast and came out of the room.

They found Liu Guangfu, the third son of the second uncle, standing in front of Xu Damao's window with a flushed face.

"What's up?"

Seeing that the boy looked about six or seven parts like his second uncle, and seemed simple-minded, Fang Yuan immediately called out to him.

Liu Guangfu was startled when he heard someone call his name. He turned around and saw that it was Fang Yuan.

"Mind your own business!"

Just as he was interrupted at a crucial moment, Liu Guangfu shouted at Fang Yuan without any respect. After shouting, he was about to run out of the yard when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't finished chopping the firewood in front of his house, so he could only slink back to the front door.

Seeing that something was wrong with the kid, Fang Yuan went to Xu Damao's house and heard the sounds of the final charge between the two armies before the end of the artillery fire coming from inside.

Only then did they realize that Liu Guangfu had been eavesdropping by the wall.

As the sound of gunfire subsided, Fang Yuan happily strolled out.

When he arrived at the office, it was only 7:35.

It was still early, but as soon as Fang Yuan entered, he found that Qian Jianing, who was sitting opposite him, was already sitting at her desk. Her beautiful face was staring blankly at the laptop on her desk with a worried expression, and she would occasionally frown slightly and scratch her hair.

"So early today."

Fang Yuan greeted them and noticed that the kettle was already full of hot water. He then took out some herbal tea he had just bought yesterday from his bag and brewed himself a cup.

"Would you like a drink?"

Fang Yuan then truly took a good look at the young girl. Her skin was full of collagen, and her figure was also top-notch. In particular, her breasts were pristine and unprocessed, indicating that her children would never have to worry about going hungry in the future.

However, Fang Yuan wasn't particularly interested.

He had long ago labeled this woman, who was only a year older than him but already a deputy section chief, as unfathomable.

He didn't believe that someone could accumulate seniority in a place like the factory office, a place teeming with hidden talents, without having some connections.

Qian Jianing's thoughts were interrupted, and she gave Fang Yuan a resentful look: "Thank you, but no need, I'll just have plain water."

Seeing this, Fang Yuan smiled and asked, "What's troubling you?"

Qian Jianing gently slapped her hands on the table, pouting, and said, "It's my turn to write the meeting minutes this week."

Fang Yuan reached out and took a copy of the M-selection from her desk, saying at the same time, "This is a good thing. We can hear the leaders' teachings. This is an opportunity to learn and improve."

Hearing Fang Yuan speak in a tone as if he were a director, Qian Jianing rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "Student Fang, I don't have any leaders here, and Director Li hasn't arrived yet. You should save these words for someone else."

Fang Yuan, taken aback, didn't offer an explanation. While flipping through the M-selection menu, he casually asked, "Where did you work before coming to the factory office?"

"Red Star Middle School," Qian Jianing answered instinctively, then realized, "What? You want to find out about me?"

The little girl is quite guarded.

Fang Yuan has a thick skin, and even if he is exposed, he can immediately find an excuse: "No way, this is just that we are getting to know each other better, which will help me cooperate with you in the future."

In a flash, he had already gone through the information about the leadership team in his mind, and realized that none of them seemed to have been teachers, so he stopped thinking about it.

The seemingly unrelated cause-and-effect relationship in Fang Yuan's words made Qian Jianing's eyes light up, and her expression brightened: "Director Li said that your meeting minutes are very good. Could you help me with them?"

At that moment, Fang Yuan happened to flip to the passage that M had selected: "Make fewer enemies and more friends."

He didn't refuse at the time.

Seeing Fang Yuan nod, Qian Jianing immediately stood up and handed him the notebook.

At least C.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan had already made a preliminary assessment of the two of them.

Opening the notebook, it's no wonder Qian Jianing couldn't bring herself to write by hand; it turns out she was taking notes on Deputy Factory Director Liu's meetings.

This Deputy Factory Director Liu was known for his bluntness and frequent use of vulgar language in meetings.

Of course, he learned this from Su Haixiong, the top leader, who was said to be very direct in his speech during meetings.

Seeing that Fang Yuan was reading attentively, Qian Jianing also mentioned the standards: "Director Liu asked us to organize this meeting content and hand it over to the publicity department, saying that his instructions should be broadcast throughout the factory and, if possible, published in the newspaper."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan realized why Qian Jianing took it so seriously, even scratching her head in the office early in the morning.

For ordinary records, a little translation is all that's needed to make the sentences flow smoothly, since most people's educational level isn't high these days.

But once it involves broadcasting to the entire factory and also being published in the newspaper, the situation changes.

Without a second thought, Fang Yuan nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Qian Jianing was overjoyed and gave a thumbs up, saying, "You truly deserve to be called a college student. If you write well, I'll treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."

"Forget about the meal, let's hurry up and get this done."

Adhering to the principle of helping people to the end, Fang Yuan didn't waste any time. Taking advantage of the fact that it was just the two of them in the office, he immediately returned the notebook to Qian Jianing and then walked over to her side.

Looking at the sentence on the notebook: 1: Damn it, you can't even handle this simple thing, and you still have the nerve to say you've tried your best?

The "1" here refers to the number one person in this meeting. For the sake of convenience, the people in the General Affairs Department wrote it this way.

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment before speaking, "The meeting pointed out that we must continuously improve our work standards, taking 'doing our best' as the basic criterion for measuring work effectiveness, eliminating the 'good enough' mentality, and ensuring that every task is implemented effectively and achieves tangible results."

Qian Jianing's eyes lit up, and without the slightest hesitation, she immediately started writing.

She knew that even if she racked her brains, she couldn't come up with something like Fang Yuan's statement.

1: Damn it, stop making excuses for me. If every job were easy, what would be the point of having us leaders?

Fang Yuan: The meeting emphasized that we must strengthen our results-oriented approach, reduce process explanations, improve execution efficiency, and let the facts and results speak for themselves.

1: Don't always wait for me to urge you. Damn it, you need to be proactive and take initiative. If you won't do anything without being urged, am I supposed to wait for my superiors to urge me?

Fang Yuan: The meeting made it clear that leaders at all levels should not have the mentality of "a candle will not light unless it is lit," but should enhance their initiative and transform "I have to do it" into "I want to do it," so as to create a work atmosphere of proactive action and conscious responsibility.

A dozen minutes later.

Qian Jianing shook her delicate little hand, looked at the gorgeous content on the notebook, and then looked up at Fang Yuan with a slightly complicated expression.

I really don't know what's going on in this man who's a year younger than me.

"You really graduated from the Iron and Steel University?" Qian Jianing asked doubtfully.

Fang Yuan didn't reply to her, but instead raised the teacup in his hand and took a small sip.

In a short while, the offensive and defensive positions were reversed. Without the pressure of work, Qian Jianing began to nag Fang Yuan incessantly.

Fortunately, more and more people entered the office, and Fang Yuan was finally able to escape the entanglement.

However, it wasn't without its rewards; Qian Jianing promised to treat him to a barbecue next week.

Fang Yuan naturally couldn't refuse the offer of free food and drinks.

With the arrival of Deputy Director Li Jianye and Li Zhe, the office fell silent instantly.

Fang Yuan leisurely flipped through the M selection, thinking to himself that his work should be clearly assigned today. Just as he was wondering how Lin Xianghua would arrange things for him.

Inside Li Jianye's office.

Before Li Zhe could even speak after obediently closing the door, Li Jianye immediately questioned him: "Tell me, how can you tell me Fang Yuan is so dull, so clueless, and honest and quiet? Do you even know what you're saying?"

Li Zhe looked aggrieved and at a loss for words, asking, "What's wrong, Uncle?"

Li Jianye said helplessly, "Regarding the steel rolling mill issue, Secretary Lin took Fang Yuan on a long trip and finally resolved it satisfactorily. Why wasn't you taken along? And you still expect to be Secretary Lin's secretary?"

Li Zhe asked, puzzled, "So, you're not suggesting we make Fang Yuan our secretary? What makes him qualified?"

Li Jianye said irritably, "It's because they can seize the opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhe, unwilling to give up, asked, "Does this mean I really have no chance?"

Li Jianye, annoyed, took a puff of his cigarette and replied, "Opportunities to speak and opportunities to shut up? There aren't that many ready-made opportunities for you. Before Fang Yuan came, I told you to make a good impression on Secretary Lin. I did give you opportunities, but what did you do? You either sneaked out to chat with the female colleagues in other offices or spent half a day at the branch factory."

"You think you're the only smart one? Everyone else in the office is blind?"