In the central garden of the Sihelou, hundreds of flowers bloom in vibrant colors under the bright lights, overflowing with glistening dewdrops and a refreshing fragrance.
The luxurious setting prompted Liu Yuan, a key member of the light industry and textile profession, to say with dissatisfaction: "Luxurious on the outside, but rotten on the inside."
You're trying to guide people to become experts and professors? Are you trying to make a mountain out of a molehill?
"We are here to learn from the experience and technology of the textile industry and to discuss academic matters, not to listen to people bragging and talking nonsense."
"Secretary Song, have we come to the wrong place?"
All thirty-eight people spoke, and their attitudes were very unfriendly.
In fact, it was inconvenient for the superiors to reveal Zheng Ya's ability to guide others in learning professional skills, nor could they explain it clearly to others.
Besides, who would believe that such an ability to help people learn professional skills exists?
Such matters can only be confirmed on-site. Secretary Song raised his hand to suppress the urge: "Alright, everyone here is an elite talent, and it is a fact that you are here to learn professional skills."
However, how to learn professional skills is left to the superiors to arrange.
As contemporary elites, we should obey the arrangements of our superiors and serve the country and the people as our primary principle!
It's understandable that people might have opinions based on just a few words from someone.
However, everyone should avoid going too far in their speech and be mindful of their status and influence. Everything will eventually be judged, and we have no right to criticize anyone.
If anyone has objections, we should go back and voice them to the organization and superiors after this matter is resolved, following the proper procedures.
"Secretary Song is right, we were indeed a bit arbitrary, I apologize." Liu Yuan apologized first, suppressing his anger.
It's normal to have problems at work and to have ideas when interacting with people.
What's abnormal is causing trouble. Regardless of the reason or trigger, causing trouble is making a mistake.
After being reminded by Secretary Song, the thirty-eight people realized what was happening and fell silent, suppressing their anger.
However, everyone glared at Zheng Ya to express their opinions. They couldn't say, "You're being glared at so much that you feel like you're sitting on pins and needles. You're giving me face. Try bragging again."
Zheng Ya didn't take it seriously. Ever since the incident in the Southeast Military Region, Zheng Ya knew that there would be many more such incidents in the future.
If you get angry with someone every time, you really can't get over it.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Secretary Song turned to Zheng Ya and said, "Shall we begin?"
"Alright, we'll see!" Zheng Ya said, waving his hand at the thirty-eight people and handing them out thirty-eight sets of technical guidance for the textile industry, outlining the knowledge of the illusionary realm. With the support of his time-manipulation ability, the thirty-eight people were able to learn and comprehend the knowledge quickly.
Thirty-eight people successively mastered the technical knowledge of the textile industry, just like they had studied, researched and practiced professional skills for forty or fifty years, and suddenly became experts and professors in the textile industry.
How is that possible?
It feels like a dream, so unreal?
Liu Yuan pinched Xiao Yu's arm in disbelief. Xiao Yu exclaimed and angrily said, "Liu Yuan, why did you pinch me?"
"I want to see if this is a dream, if you are also dreaming, having mastered the technology of the textile industry, it doesn't hurt, right?" Liu Yuanyuan said, trying to explain.
Enraged, Xiao Yu kicked him, saying, "It doesn't hurt, huh? You're dreaming! Why don't you pinch yourself...?"
"Pinching yourself hurts so much, stop kicking me, it hurts, is it really not a dream?" Liu Yuan couldn't avoid the pain of being kicked, and finally realized the truth: he had wronged the other person.
This is so embarrassing!
The thirty-eight people gradually came to their senses, shocked, excited, thrilled, and embarrassed, not knowing what to do and unable to face Comrade Zheng Ya!
The more hostile they were to Zheng Ya, the more they regretted it now.
Fortunately, Zheng Ya didn't hold it against them.
Otherwise, if someone gets upset and kicks you out, who knows how many people would beg for this kind of expert-level technical instruction.
This is a great opportunity and a tremendous chance!
Secretary Song noticed their predicament and smiled, "Alright, now that you've finished learning the professional techniques of the textile industry..."
Each person was to go home and study diligently for three days, after which they would be ordered to take up positions in major textile industries across the country to assist in their work.
Please go back, everyone!
"Thank you for saving us! Thank you!" Liu Yuan led the way, and all thirty-eight people bowed to Zheng Ya in gratitude.
Zheng Ya smiled faintly and waved his hand, saying, "No need for formalities, everyone. Remember to keep this a secret. Goodbye."
“I understand, no one would believe this if they told anyone, haha.” Seeing that he could forgive and forget with a smile, the thirty-eight people were all relieved.
This is the true character of a great person—not bothered by trifles.
After watching them leave, Zheng Ya looked at Secretary Song with a puzzled expression: "Do you want something from me?"
"Hehe, don't rush me. Just grant me one small request and I'll leave. I won't delay your enjoyment of this delicious treat..." Secretary Song had become familiar with him and spoke to him without any formalities, and then drove off.
Zheng Ya said irritably, "Let's speak from the heart. Haven't you gained enough merit from me?"
I didn't see a single bit of your thanks.
"You should at least send me ten thousand or eight thousand yellow croakers..."
"Cough cough, I can't compare to you, who robbed the Japanese invaders and North American banks and became incredibly wealthy, yet you still ask me for money. How can you even bring yourself to say that!" Secretary Song now knew that North America had suffered.
The native inhabitants of North America were furious with the Americans, who were attacking them while they were down, leading to widespread riots and killings.
Even a radio station that Zheng Ya had deliberately left behind was hacked within half a day, causing North America Broadcasting to lose its connection and its means of communication.
According to the analysis of the codebreakers, the tragedies broadcast by North American radio were all messages sent out, distress signals.
Unfortunately, it was a professional and special method of transmitting Morse code, and the content could not be deciphered in a short time.
But the horrific scenes they reported were all real disasters that had actually occurred.
Therefore, the higher authorities tacitly accepted the status quo in North America and raised questions with the United Nations, demanding that the UN provide evidence to falsely accuse Zheng Ya of releasing biological and chemical viruses on Kou Island.
This is a silent war, fought openly in the form of telegrams.
The battle was fierce, but the results were significant.
The United Nations and the US authorities are already exhausted and unable to cope.
Since the results of the battle were not yet available, Zheng Ya was not informed of the international situation by his superiors.
But Secretary Song became cheeky and long-winded, and Zheng Ya understood everything. With the international pressure basically relieved, he finally let loose happily.
Zheng Ya said irritably, "Speak honestly. When have you ever seen me return empty-handed with a head on my shoulders?"
Where did I get the idea that I'm richer than a country?
Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation and send you to jail.
"Hehe, alright, everyone knows who you are. Kobe beef, sea cucumber, and abalone are served at wedding banquets. Who are you trying to fool?" Secretary Song exposed his weakness and warned him to keep a low profile.
Zheng Ya said nonchalantly, "My wife and I only get married once in our lives, what's wrong with celebrating with some good food?"
"Alright, alright, as long as you know what's going on. Come on, hurry up and shut me up." Secretary Song started to fight back. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll become arrogant.
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