Chapter 543: Analyze the Possibility of Promotion
I got home and just sat down when I heard someone call and asked me to come and sit with you.
I smiled and said, "Welcome, I'll be waiting for you at home." I hung up the phone and made tea.
After a while, Yu Fang came and gave me two boxes of tea. I didn't refuse.
Then she handed me a large envelope and said, "This is a landscape painting by my cousin. He's quite famous."
I was interested in the painting, so after I took it, I was surprised to find it was only six feet long, so I had to spread it out on the ground.
I stared at it for a long time. It was indeed a fine painting, and I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "The landscape is majestic and magnificent, the brushwork is vigorous and ancient, and it has the style of Fan Kuan."
Yu Fang looked at me, not knowing what I meant. She asked, "Are you saying the painting is good?"
I realized that Yu Fang was an amateur in calligraphy and painting. I folded the painting, put it in an envelope, and said:
"This painting is nice, I like it. When I say it has the style of Fan Kuan, I mean your cousin's paintings, just like the famous Northern Song Dynasty painter Fan Kuan, are good at using the [raindrop texture] and [ink accumulation method]."
Yu Fang shook her head awkwardly: "Teacher Wan, you are so knowledgeable that I don't understand a word you say.
Next time, I'll ask my cousin to come visit you. You two will definitely have something in common."
I nodded and said, "Okay."
Yu Fang is gone.
I called my brother-in-law and asked him to come over.
More than ten minutes later, he came over. My brother-in-law has a high emotional intelligence. When he enters the house, he always looks for my parents first and greets them before entering my study.
After greeting the two elders, he came in and sat down.
I said, "I'm giving you a gift." Then I put the painting on the ground and unfolded it.
My brother-in-law said, "You can only tell the quality of a painting by hanging it on the wall. Go find a roll of double-sided tape."
I went upstairs to ask Xiaolin for a roll of double-sided tape. My brother-in-law instructed me to draw three dots and stick it on the bookcase.
My brother-in-law and I stood two meters away.
My brother-in-law folded his arms across his chest, staring at the landscape painting and saying, "How old is this man?"
"I don't know either. A colleague's cousin drew this. He must be in his thirties."
My brother-in-law shook his head: "Unless you learn to draw as a child, you won't be able to draw such sophisticated lines."
I am not as good as my brother-in-law in appreciating paintings. So I asked, "Do you think he has a solid foundation?"
My brother-in-law said, “It’s extraordinary.”
"There are mountains and water, I give it to you, and you can hang it in your office in the future."
He said, "I'm afraid the office will lose it. Since it's given to me, I'll keep it well. You don't regret it, do you?"
I laughed out loud.
He said, "This man's paintings are worth collecting."
At this time, I heard a call from Baibai. My brother-in-law knew someone was looking for me, so he said, "I'm leaving."
As soon as my brother-in-law left, I came into the house. I led him into the study, poured him tea, and we sat down.
Mingbai smiled and said, "I want to ask the master for some advice."
I smiled and said, "Please give me your instructions, Chief."
He explained the reason. It turned out that their department was looking for a deputy director of the office, with the rank of deputy director.
There are two candidates now. One is him, and the other is Secretary Cao, the office's penman.
Both of them are regular section chiefs. Relatively speaking, Secretary Cao has been working for seven years, while Mingbai is a senior regular section chief.
He went to see Director Chen, but Director Chen didn't care about personnel matters and was ambiguous about his stance. He wanted to ask me for advice.
I said, "Director Shen, of course, has to be ambiguous. This is the art of leadership. As for who will be the deputy director, I need to know the history of your director."
To put it bluntly: "Our director came from the grassroots and has served as township party secretary, deputy county magistrate, county magistrate, and county party secretary.
Later, when the provincial government was exchanging officials with grassroots cadres, he was transferred to another department as deputy director. A few years ago, there was disunity within the department, so he was transferred to our department.
I said, "You have a picture of him, right?"
I understand and immediately sent one to me.
I zoomed in and out on my phone and said, "He's almost retiring, right?"
Understand and say: "Yes, yes, yes."
"Tell me more about Secretary Cao's situation."
Ming Bai said: "Secretary Cao is from another province, graduated from graduate school, and was admitted to the department through an open recruitment examination."
I said, "Do you have a photo? Send me one."
I understand and sent me another one.
I looked carefully.
He understood that I was the wholesaler of official hats, and he didn't dare to breathe, staring at me intently.
I felt around for a cigarette. Ming-zhi immediately pulled it out and criticized himself:
"Look, look, I was so flustered when I got in front of the master that I didn't even remember to give you the cigarette."
After saying that, he started smoking and lighting a fire, and the whole set of movements was smooth and flowing.
I took a drag on my cigarette, blew it out, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the chances of you winning are 80%."
When he understood, his eyes widened and he asked, "Master, are you so sure?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, Director Ming."
His face flushed: "Don't mock me, I'm not good at all."
"Let me analyze this for you. First, let's analyze your director. He started from the grassroots, especially in a township. He must have a spirit of hard work. Only with achievements can he continue to rise."
Mingbai said: "Yes, he handles problems clearly and decisively."
I continued, "Judging from his appearance, he hates men of letters."
"Ah, you can see that too?"
I laughed out loud: “Others can’t see it, you can’t see it, Shen Ting can’t see it, only I can see it.
The kind of writers he hates are those who have no other skills except writing materials.
But it's not apparent on the surface. His dislike is deep-seated.
Besides that, it's because of his own experience. He started from the grassroots level and worked his way up step by step, relying entirely on his own hard work. So he likes people who get things done.
Ming Bai said, "Master, you hit the nail on the head. He doesn't ask the office to draft a manuscript when he gives a report in the hall. He only asks for a manuscript when he goes to a provincial meeting."
I said, "Let's analyze Secretary Cao. Secretary Cao was hired through an open recruitment process and is from another province. He only became a section chief after seven years of work. It can be said that he doesn't have any strong connections in the province."
Judging from his appearance, he has great literary talent. However, he is overly cautious. His emotional intelligence is lower than his IQ, and he can be stubborn at times, but he has a kind heart.
Mingbai poured me some tea and said, "In the past, you could tell by the person, but now you can tell by the photo. The master's skills are getting more and more powerful. He is exactly that kind of person."
I ignored him and continued:
"To sum up, you have hope. First, you can nominate a deputy director. The director can make the decision.
Secondly, he's about to retire, and Secretary Cao's pen is no longer of much use to him. It's better to use you, who understands the ways of the world, than to recommend someone with low emotional intelligence.
He has stepped down, and if he asks you to do something, you will find a way to get it done.
Third, he also knows that you are from the Shen Hall, so he is offering you a favor."
Mingbai let out a long sigh: "Master, I've been feeling anxious since I last saw you for three days. After listening to your analysis, I know what to do next."
I said, "Don't try to slander or defame Secretary Cao behind his back. Maybe he'll get in this time, too."
When he heard this, he became nervous again and stared at me blankly.
I said, "Secretary Cao isn't young anymore. Judging by his face, he should be getting a promotion in the coming years. His middle face is the best-shaped among the five parts of his face. He has a good chance of becoming successful between the ages of thirty and forty."
Mingbai hurriedly asked, "Does that mean he still has a chance to turn things around with this promotion?"
I nodded. "One possibility is that you will be officially promoted to deputy director of the office, but he won't actually hold the position. Instead, he will be promoted to a fourth-level researcher. He'll enjoy the benefits of a deputy director."
The heart that was hanging in my throat finally settled down.
Then he asked worriedly, "Didn't you say that our director doesn't like people like him who touch pens?"
I smiled and said, “I guess Mr. Shen will raise this issue.”
I understand, but I haven't figured it out after thinking about it for a long time.
I said, "In order to facilitate your matter, when studying the personnel, Director Shen will definitely say that he knows that this person has a spirit of hard work and has been trained at the grassroots level for so long, so it is more appropriate for him to work in an office.
However, Secretary Cao has been doing clerical work and is a good cadre with a spirit of sacrifice. Even if he cannot be promoted to a real position, I suggest that his salary be addressed.
After Director Shen said this, the other deputy directors could no longer object because his argument made perfect sense. The director also offered a favor. This is Director Shen's brilliance; helping you comes naturally.
Mingbai sighed, "It's really a waste of talent if you don't go into administration. Master, this is a little gift for Xiaoyu."
I said, "What are you trying to do? You're being so awkward. I'm not the director, I'm just analyzing it for you."
He left without saying a word.
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