So most of the time, it was Li Xiuyuan and Yun Yanchang who played basketball. Yun Yanchang didn't want to play with Mao Yong, and Li Xiuyuan didn't want to either.
It was over after about an hour, around seven o'clock, and Mao Yong had already prepared hot towels and tea.
Li Xiuyuan and Yun Yanchang sat down breathlessly. After thanking Mao Yong, Li Xiuyuan and Mao Yong wiped their faces with towels. Yun Yanchang, who was sitting nearby, sipped his tea and said with a smile, "Xiuyuan, your skills have improved rapidly. We had a great game today. It felt like meeting a worthy opponent."
Li Xiuyuan paused slightly while wiping his face with a towel. When your leader praises you for your rapid progress, what should you say? There is a standard answer.
"Yunxian, this is a case of a master producing outstanding students. I've been playing with you and your guidance is great."
At this point, it can be considered as passing, but Li Xiuyuan's requirements are not passing. He changed the subject and continued: "With my level, I can't be said to be a match for you. You have a strong sense of rhythm, fast attack and slow adjustment, which are all mastered by you. I just have a slight advantage and better physical strength to keep up with your rhythm.
I still need to learn more from you in the future to make progress..."
"Haha." Yun Yanchang laughed heartily. He certainly understood that Li Xiuyuan's words were somewhat flattering, but so what? As long as it made people happy, that was fine.
Mao Yong on the side drank a sip of tea silently, feeling that he had lived in vain at his age. No matter how professional his commentary was, it could not match this sentence.
Does flattery need to be professional? No, just the right amount will do.
After sending Yun Yanchang home, Li Xiuyuan went home by himself. At the same time, Wang Zhitao, who had worked overtime, also returned home. It was late at night, and the government office had a heavy workload recently, so overtime was a common occurrence.
Especially since there are fewer people working in the comprehensive department today, he has become one of the main forces doing the work.
Dragging his somewhat tired body back to the doorstep, Wang Zhitao couldn't help but sigh. In fact, he was not afraid of being a little tired. The key was that he was a little unwilling to accept the fact that people around him were promoted one by one.
Li Xiuyuan, Li Boyang, Wu Yiyi, Yang Shaoniang, Huang Wei, there are only eight people in the General Affairs Department. Now eight people have been promoted, and among those who came here, only he, Lao Zhu, and Sister Zhang are left.
But Mr. Zhu and Sister Zhang don't want to be promoted, and he wants to be promoted but can't.
When Wang Zhitao opened the door and returned home, he found that there were guests at home. His mother and father were carefully entertaining them.
"Zhitao is back, come here quickly, your Uncle Zhang is here." Wang Xiangjun looked at his son coming back and waved repeatedly.
"Uncle Zhang?" Wang Zhitao was a little slow to react for a moment.
"Zhitao." The guest turned around and looked at Wang Zhitao.
Wang Zhitao then recognized who the visitor was: Zhang Xingguo, the Party Secretary of the Central Town, a colleague brought here by his relative. Previously, in order to become the deputy section chief of the General Affairs Section, his relative had taken him to his home to give gifts, but the colleague had simply refused them.
Not only did he not accept my things, he also gave me some gifts.
"Secretary Zhang, what brings you here?" Wang Zhitao still harbored some resentment about what happened last time, though he knew he couldn't blame the other person. He hadn't been in touch with the other person for a long time, so he hadn't rashly come to ask for help. The other person had done nothing wrong.
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