Ye Qingyin understood Director Wang's meaning very well.
Being recognized by Director Wang means that Jiang Yun’s future is smooth and there is no need to worry.
"Jiang, you caused such a big scene at work, how come you didn't say a word at home? I was sweating for you just now!" Ye Qingyin couldn't hold it in any longer after leaving Director Wang's house: "When you get along with people at work, you may not be right even if you argue a hundred times. Even if Director Wang praises you, you still have to be humble and yield when you encounter such a thing next time!"
This is how society is. For the same situation, if a man argues for his position, he is a man of integrity and cares about his reputation, and he can easily gain the trust and following of others in the workplace. If a woman refuses to dodge or give in, she is considered aggressive and powerful, and she can easily become a person who is difficult to mess with but can be avoided, and is more likely to be isolated.
"Mom, I remember everything you said." Jiang Jun replied obediently.
Remembering is one thing, doing it is another.
Ye Qingyin spoke harshly, but she was actually proud in her heart: "No matter what, as long as my business ability is strong, others will not be able to find fault with me."
Unless there is a deep hatred, all interpersonal resources will be mobilized to kill the other party.
In fact, people who can reach this level will be very thoughtful in what they say and do. Even if they are young, they are taught by their elders at home and will not be so impulsive and naive. That is why Qu Meiping's simplicity and roughness will run into obstacles.
Jiang Jun still agreed obediently: "Yes, you are right!"
Ye Qingyin's heart calmed down, and her tone became calmer: "It's a pity that you don't know much about calligraphy and painting, otherwise I would dare to take you there and come back after lunch."
If you don't have the same interests, you will become weak after a long time. Ye Qingyin is a person who seeks stability and perfection. After Zhang Ganyu and Su Guohua arrived, they exchanged greetings for half an hour, but still left with Jiang Jun despite everyone's attempts to keep her.
Jiang Jun was also helpless. Without ten or eight years of foundation in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it would be impossible to appreciate them. Without ten or eight years of advanced practice, he would not dare to show off in front of experts.
Originally, she thought she was quite talented, having taken advantage of the fact that she had learned decades more than others in her second life. However, she did not expect that in the capital city where there were many hidden dragons and crouching tigers, she would still meet more talented people.
Sometimes she would feel that those people were from some family or master, or were reincarnated or traveled through time, and they made her look up to them as soon as they made a move.
In fact, these were all Jiang Yun’s illusions.
In front of people with the same talent, if you don’t have an arrogant personality, you will really feel that others are smarter and wiser than you.
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "Mom, when Yuanwu is free in the future, I will learn calligraphy from him and learn how to appreciate calligraphy and paintings."
Ye Qingyin said calmly, "If you want to practice good calligraphy, it's best to start at the age of three. Just practice your penmanship. Do you think Director Wang and Director Su and the others associate with calligraphers and painters just to appreciate art? A person's handwriting reflects his character, don't you understand? You have to work harder!"
Jiang Jun always thought that her handwriting was passable. At least it was neat and neat, with no missing strokes. She also overcame the problem of being able to read but not write, and not knowing the stroke order when writing, which was caused by the input from the antelope device. Every time she sorted out the investigation materials and submitted them, she was very proud. Now, after hearing what Ye Qingyin said, she felt a little uncertain again.
"Mom, I think Mr. Zhang is good at cursive script, but I saw Director Wang's signature on my personnel introduction letter from Secretary Qin, and it was in running script."
Ye Qingyin: "You don't understand this! Cursive script is about momentum, like the grandeur of the mountains dancing with silver snakes and the plains galloping with wax elephants in the poems of great men. Wu's father's cursive is also very good, you haven't seen it, right? As for the signature, regular script is too formal and doesn't reflect the proper attitude of a superior to his subordinates. Cursive script is also not cautious enough and seems to lack importance. Only regular script is the most suitable!"
Jiang Jun was enlightened. Calligraphy was indeed more subtle than painting. "Mom, please teach me more. I love to hear it!"
She wanted to know how to tell that a person's handwriting reflects his character.
In her original time and space, many people obtained a doctorate degree, and their handwriting was similar to that of students. Later, with the popularization of electronic devices, input methods were changing with each passing day, becoming more and more simple and fast. Many transactions were no longer based on signatures, but on facial fingerprints and even DNA verification. Calligraphy actually became one of the projects for applying for intangible cultural heritage. Walking on the street, there were many people who could recognize words but could not write.
Ye Qingyin thought of a person: "Wait until I get back and look for him. I used to know a master in the public security system. Just by looking at a person's handwriting, he can guess the height, weight, age, and gender of the person who wrote. It's really amazing! If you can find this person, go and learn from him. Even if you just listen to his advice, you will gain a lot of knowledge!"
Jiang Yun also wanted to meet such a master: "Mom, does he accept disciples?"
Back then, her mentor brainwashed her countless times, telling her that no matter how advanced the equipment was, it was only a tool and could not be relied upon to replace human functions. The safest and most effective way was to store knowledge in one's own head and develop skills within oneself.
In her current job, she has to look at a lot of documents every day, and almost all of those documents are handwritten, some written with brushes, some with fountain pens, some with ballpoint pens, and even some with pencils.
The handwriting varies. Some are written very neatly and look pleasing to the eye, while others have many typos, incoherent sentences, crooked strokes, and are difficult to decipher.
After reading so much, sometimes when Jiang Jun saw the reply to the investigation materials submitted, he would unconsciously compare his own speculation when collating the materials with the reply results. He actually found that his judgment on the parties involved in the investigation materials was wrong six out of ten times.
She had learned to infer a person's subconscious mind and career development based on his face and body shape. If a famous teacher taught her how to recognize handwriting, would she be able to directly judge a person's ability through his official documents or signatures?
Ye Qingyin shook her head: "It's been several years since we last met. Anyway, I never heard that he accepted any apprentices back then. He had to divide the knowledge among the students. You can't just learn whatever you want."
Jiang Jun felt a little regretful. If he didn't accept a disciple, even if he met him, he might not be willing to teach him everything he knew. "Oh, if he doesn't accept a disciple, then wouldn't all his decades of training be in vain? It would be such a shame if he didn't pass on his skills!"
Ye Qingyin forgot her own rule of not sighing during Chinese New Year, and actually sighed softly: "Alas, it's lonely at the top! When you really reach that level, you can't afford to make mistakes. With that perfect vision, how can you accept a disciple!"
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