Xiao Zhixing cough cough, a great scholar and a rogue? Hmm, that title sounds damn good.
She couldn't let her future people down, so she had to use all her strength to lure Feng Yong over.
She didn't even have time to meet with her subordinates. She spent two days conducting an in-depth analysis and critique of Feng Yong's Confucian-style ideology, writing an article of eight thousand words.
It uses all Legalist doctrines, and naturally also includes Mohist thought—forgive me, my dear ancestors of China, my beloved Mozi, I humbly request permission to use your teachings. I swear that I will carry them forward and make them the most brilliant pearl of thought in the world, lasting for ten thousand generations.
After she finished writing it, she went to the Beizhou General Hospital to show it to Murong Wanli, so as not to be accused of making the decision on her own.
After all, the person who's waving the big flag can't be bypassed.
Murong Wanli's expression went from nonchalant to wide-eyed, and finally his fingers trembled and his beard flew up.
Xiao Zhixing snatched the article back, afraid that he would tear it up in his excitement; she was tired of writing it too.
"Xiao Zhixing!"
Xiao Zhixing sighed, "Sir, please don't be angry. Just tell me if what I wrote is fair or not? Does it contain any personal attacks? Is it all legal content?"
Murong Wanli patted his chest hard, unsure whether to be angry or not.
It was because it was written so well and so profoundly that he was terrified while reading it.
Feng Yong would be furious!
That old man has a bad temper. If he vomits blood and dies, how can he bear the responsibility?
Seeing his serious expression, Xiao Zhixing felt a pang of conscience. "How about... you revise a few lines?"
Don't really anger Feng Yong to death, otherwise she won't know how to explain it to Feng Zhen'er.
Murong Wanli retrieved the article, read it carefully, and finally fell silent.
He didn't know where to start, feeling that changing even one word would ruin the flavor.
In particular, the thoughts that Xiao Zhixing himself added were like a clear melody to him, leaving him with a lingering aftertaste.
Stare, stare again.
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