Chapter 410 Don’t send “Mule Killing” to Writer Xu
As they approached the hotel entrance, He Yong asked, "How old are your parents?"
I knew he was indirectly asking what to address them, so I said, "Just call them Dad Wan and Mom Jiang."
When we got to the third floor, I could hear the commotion in the private room from the corridor. After entering, I introduced He Yong to my family, and then to my father, mother, sister, brother-in-law, and Xiao Lin.
He Yong was a businessman and good at socializing. He called them Dad Wan, Mama Jiang, Brother Xu, Sister Shui, and Sister Lin very naturally.
The famous boiled fish was the main dish. My father didn't want to drive, so he just drank with He Yong.
During the meal, they drank heartily. My brother-in-law and I drank milk, and occasionally clinked glasses with He Yong. The atmosphere was quite pleasant.
After a few rounds of drinking, He Yong raised his glass and said, "This is a glass of thanks to the Shanhong family for their warm hospitality. It is also a glass of welcome. I sincerely invite everyone here to visit my home."
Shanhong gave me guidance back then, and I've made a little money running a factory. Now I'm willing and able to host your family to Guangdong. Come, I'll drink first as a token of my respect."
Everyone thought he was just being polite. He was just saying thank you.
I said, "Mr. He, Xiaolin and my sister don't have time. Since you invite me so sincerely, it's okay for my brother-in-law to accompany my parents to visit you."
As soon as I said this, my father winked at me, my mother glared at me, my sister looked at me as if she disliked my ignorance, and Xiaolin kicked me under the table.
Only my brother-in-law was smiling, as if nothing had happened.
My father raised his glass and said, "Mr. He, don't be so polite."
Mr. He said, "You think I'm being polite, but that's absolutely not the case. I asked Shanhong for his opinion, and he said it's fine. Shangzhou has its own unique characteristics, but Guangdong also has its own unique characteristics."
As an old man, you should go out more often. Come with me tomorrow, or come back in two days. It’s all right.”
I said, "Mr. He, you're not being polite. Why don't you just ask my brother-in-law to accompany you and go to Guangdong in a couple of days? It's too late and it's Chinese New Year soon."
My mother understood that He Yong was not being polite, so she said, "Just take a look. It's a blessing for us that Shanhong has made such a sincere friend."
My father probably understood my intention and immediately said, "Okay, okay, let us two old men and women go out and broaden our horizons."
He Yong said, "Then it's a deal."
After dinner, I called my brother-in-law aside and said, "I have an appointment with Teacher Shu. You can accompany him to wash his feet. Then take him back to room 1701. Remember to ask less questions and chat more. Here is the room card, take it."
After the banquet, my brother-in-law left first with He Yong. Xiao Lin called me aside and said, "Mr. He gave Xiao Yu a red envelope."
I said, “How much?”
Xiaolin said, "Take a look."
I unwrapped the red envelope. A quick glance showed it should be five thousand. "Take it," I said.
Xiaolin drove off. I drove to Teacher Shu's house. Parking there wasn't easy, so I parked in the bank yard and took a shortcut.
There were several people in the therapy room. Dr. Shu first practiced on the deputy director of the office. He explained in detail the key acupuncture points for cervical spondylosis, as well as the depth and force of the needles.
Then he said to the patient, "Director Bao, this apprentice will give you the acupuncture. Don't worry, he has the basics."
I was wearing a mask, so even if he had seen me before, he wouldn't be able to recognize me. Besides, I don't have much contact with cadres within the system.
I gave him an acupuncture. His muscles instinctively tensed up a bit, but after the first injection, he was no longer afraid. I inserted the needle into three acupuncture points.
Then, Dr. Shu took me to give acupuncture to a woman. This woman had lumbar pain. She lay face down on the bed, and Dr. Shu explained the principle to me.
The woman said, "Doctor Shu, you should give me the acupuncture. I'm afraid of the pain."
Shu handed me the needle and signaled me with his eyes to insert the needle. After the needle went in, Shu asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Mr. Shu smiled and said, "It was this disciple who pierced it."
The woman tried to raise her head and turn to look at me. Mr. Shu said, "Don't move."
After washing my hands, I returned to the living room. Mrs. Shu brought me tea and Mr. Shu began to explain the principles of acupuncture to me.
After teaching for half an hour, he said, "That's all I can say each time. This isn't a training center. They take the students' money and then water down the lessons. The truly useful things in the world are, first, very simple, and second, inexpressible."
"Can't tell?"
"Yes, it's difficult to express clearly in words. That's why we Chinese invented a word, '悟' (enlightenment). People with good comprehension will understand the same sentence, while those with poor comprehension won't grasp the profound meaning."
I nodded. It seems true masters all share this understanding. Master Hongyi also said this.
At this moment, my cell phone rang. Since I was talking to Mr. Shu, it was not appropriate to answer the phone. I wanted to hang up, but it turned out to be Mr. Shi.
I said, "I need to answer a call." Then I left the living room and walked into the yard. "Master, do you have any instructions?"
"You're not bad."
"When I hear the leader's praise, I get scared."
"Why?"
"Before our CEO Chen criticizes others, he always starts with: 'You're good, you're really good, but...'"
Shi Ting laughed out loud: "I didn't say 'but', but you are indeed good."
I was completely confused by him and asked, "Has Writer Xu given up writing 'Those Things About the Yuan Dynasty'?"
Shi Ting said, "You sent me your article, 'The Killing of a Mule,' and I'm deeply impressed. People who haven't worked in government agencies won't fully appreciate it. But anyone who has spent a few years in government agencies will deeply empathize with it."
"So that's what happened."
He also sent me a piece called "Luling Ji," saying it was written by you. "That piece is much better, Master. You really wasted your talent."
"What you mean, Mr. Hall, is that I can still be a writer?"
"Better than Xu Qianrang's skills. I'm going to send it to him..."
"Sir, please don't send it to him. I'm a semi-literary person and I enjoy reading literary works, but I don't like to interact with most writers."
"Why?"
"The people who look down on others the most are writers. They don't admire anyone else because they have no standards for their work. They always think their own is the best.
If it's a boxing match, and the one who's downed refuses to accept defeat, the other person will hit him again, making him cry out, "Daddy!" He'll willingly accept defeat. Writers are different, because there's no specific standard, and no one will admit defeat. Many writers even think that even Lu Xun is inferior to them.
Shi Ting laughed out loud.
"If you send him my shabby work, he'll curse, 'This Shi guy sent me some bullshit. Don't pollute my phone.'"
If he is an angry person, like the one who smashed the TV after watching the Chinese national football team lose, and he smashed his own phone in anger, you are suspected of inciting others to damage property."
He laughed longer this time, and then asked, "Not sending it anymore?"
"Don't post it."
"Then I'll send it to others to enjoy."
After the call, I thought, since Ming Bai sent it to him, then Tian Dehan must have forwarded it to Ming Bai. This shows that Tian Dehan, a talented Chinese major, still admires my "Mule Killing".
Walking into the living room, Mr. Shu said, "You can start the needlework now."
I went in and removed the needles. Then I said to Mr. Shu, "Then I'll go back tonight."
He said, "Okay."
I checked the time and it was only 8 o'clock, so I headed for Sunrise.
There was only one room card, so I asked the waiter to open the door. When I opened the door, I saw He Yong sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Back so early?"
"I didn't go to wash my feet. I asked your brother-in-law to go back. I'm waiting for you to come back early."
"Oh, I was just about to make tea for him, but he took the initiative and got up to make tea for me.
The two sat down. He asked, "What specific area are you responsible for in this company?"
“Cultural creativity.”
"Which university did you graduate from?"
"Graduated from high school."
"Ah? Teacher Wan, I'm becoming more and more interested in you. You must be someone with a story..."
"Okay, let me tell you a little about my past."
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