Chapter 90 "Jane in the Emperor's Heart" This is a speech about the planning of on-campus parking lots. It has nothing to do with students like Chen Zhe for the time being, but it may affect teachers who drive to work. So, in the eyes of ordinary college students, this may just be a typist's job. It's boring and we can't be lazy, after all, Wang Ji will have to finish the manuscript soon. It would be better to put books in the library, and play with your phone secretly. But in Chen's opinion—— What the hell! I can actually know about the relevant changes in the school in advance! Isn’t this just a confidential secretary without a staff position? I simply loosened my pants, sat down on the chair, and immediately started typing with full concentration.

Director Wang Ji's handwriting is actually quite elegant. Sometimes when he writes quickly, it looks sloppy and flamboyant. No wonder people say that if you don't understand, you can go to his office to ask him. However, "every profession has its own expertise", just like a nurse can understand the doctor's medical instructions. Director Chen, who came from the provincial government, actually didn't find it difficult at all. Even if some characters were really illegible, he could still guess the meaning based on the context. In the middle of the conversation, Yu Baibai even called and said, "Chen Zhuo, have you had lunch?" Chen Zhuo was reluctant to make Yu Xian worry, so he smiled and said, "I just finished eating and was about to take a nap." "You finished eating so quickly!" Yu Xian said happily: "Our military training is over, and we will have a holiday in the afternoon. Remember to come and have dinner with me after class." Even through the phone, one could feel the anticipation and joy of meeting in Yu Baibai's tone. After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhuo continued to transcribing the speech on the computer. Not long after, Yuanyuan called again: "Brother Chenzhe, are you going to eat lunch?" Chen Zhuo replied while looking at the computer: "Yuanyuan, I'm busy today, you eat first." Zhao Yuanyuan hung up the phone and said to Song Shiwei beside her: "Sister Weiwei, Brother Chen said he has something to do today so let's eat first." "Oh." Song Shiwei fluttered her long eyelashes, her expression didn't change at all, and she went to line up with Yuanyuan and her roommates. About an hour and a half later, Chen Zhuo finally printed out the manuscript on the computer. To be fair, Wang Ji's handwriting is very beautiful, and he also explains the parking lot planning issues very clearly, but his official document writing level is not that great. To put it simply, they just talk about the problems dryly without using some rhetorical methods such as parallelism, citation, examples, etc. to make the official document more powerful and solemn. But it is understandable. First, the old director is old, and it is a manuscript, so in order to save time and effort, he bypassed these things; The second is that colleges and universities are not as strict about the standards and quality of official documents as those within the system. After all, their main task is teaching. Of course, it would be better if someone could write gorgeous and brilliant official documents.

However, Chen Zhuo did not make any changes to today's manuscript. Without the approval of the leader, he arbitrarily changed other people's work. Even if the work was written beautifully, the leader would even praise him in person by saying "Xiao Chen, you write very well..." The next day, Chen Zhuo might be told "You don't need to come again." How could Director Chen make such a rash mistake? However, he adjusted the format. Modifying content without permission is an inflated expression of disrespect; However, carefully adjusting the format is called "making the document look more concise, reducing interpretation errors, and making it more readable and easy to read." then: Text title——Second-level Founder Small Standard Song Simplified, displayed in the center; First-level title: No. 3 boldface; Secondary title: No. 2312 Kaiti GB; Text: No. 2312 Fangsong GB; "Hey?" Chen Zhuo couldn't find the "GB2312" font in the word software on this computer. This shows that the students who printed the manuscripts before didn't know these standards at all. Chen Zhuo searched for the font download package on the Internet, unzipped it and installed it. He was very familiar with this process and sometimes he had to download it every time he changed to a new computer. After everything was done, Chen looked at the time and saw that it was not yet two o'clock. Qi Zheng and Wang Ji's offices were closed, so they were probably having lunch. At this time, Chen Zhucai quietly went to the cafeteria. Most of the windows were closed, only the halal ramen was open. Chen ate a bowl of noodles alone, then went back to the narrow printer room and waited until Wang Ji's office opened the door. However, Chen Zhuo did not go to find him immediately. Instead, he waited until Qi Zheng opened the door of his office, opened the curtains, washed his face and went to the bathroom before Chen came to his office. Sometimes, success does require some patience. "Teacher Qi." Chen knocked on the door and said politely to Qi Zheng, "I have already printed out the manuscript of Teacher Wang, but this is my first time doing something like this, and I am worried that I may make mistakes due to my lack of experience, so I would like you to take a look at it." "Is it done so soon?" Qi Zheng was a little surprised. The students who had sat there before were not so efficient. What’s even more surprising is that Chen Zhe was the first student who knew to send the printed paper to himself for review first. Qi Zheng took a sip of hot water, then spat the tea leaves into the trash can at his feet and said to Chen Zhuo, "Let me have a look at it." Chen handed it over with both hands. Qi Zheng took only one look and was suddenly stunned. His square face suddenly became serious. He flipped through the four-and-a-half-page speech manuscript several times, then raised his head with deep doubt in his eyes. Qi Zheng's strengths are auditing and budgeting, and his official document skills are not as good as Wang Ji's.

But even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs run. This standardized and neat official document format immediately reminded him of the red-headed document that enabled him to become the head of the Budget Management Section. Chen Zhuo saw the confusion in Qi Zheng's expression and took the initiative to say, "When I was in high school, I bought a bunch of books to study at home in order to improve my writing skills. At that time, I mistakenly bought a manual on how to write official documents. Sometimes I would flip through it, but I didn't know if I used it accurately." Chen had led the conversation to this point, so Qi Zheng naturally asked, "Do you want to practice your writing skills? Then how many points did you get in the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination?" "138." Chen replied calmly. "Ouch!" Qi Zheng was indeed shocked. His Chinese score of 138 showed that his literary skills were very strong. Qi Zheng took one last look at it and found that he really couldn't find any major problems, so he pushed the printout back to Chen Zhuo and said, "The format is very standard. You can take it to Director Wang." "Thank you, Teacher Qi." Chen thanked him and slowly left the office. Suddenly, Qi Zheng called from behind: "Xiao Chen, have you been working here all afternoon and didn't go back to eat or rest?" "At half past one, I went to the cafeteria and had a bowl of noodles." Chen told the truth. “You don’t have to work so hard.” Qi Zheng looked at him with some approval, and said with a smile: "Director Wang will not need this manuscript until tomorrow, so you just need to finish it before 4pm. Remember to eat first next time." After Chen Zhuo left, Qi Zheng turned around and looked at the half-written "Opinions on Further Deepening the Reform of the Budget Management System of Each College (Department)" on the computer. There are dozens of financial audit applications on the desk waiting for approval. He picked up the tea and took a sip silently, not knowing what he was thinking. …… Chen took the documents to Director Wang Ji's office and knocked on the door. The area is much larger than Qi Zheng's place, and there is also a computer on the table, but when Chen glanced at it, he found that the monitor and the host were not connected at all. I really don't even want to pretend anymore. Wang Ji raised his head, glanced at Chen Zhuo through his reading glasses, and said calmly, "Come in." "Teacher Wang, I have printed out the manuscript." Chen put the documents on the table, but he didn't leave obediently because he didn't know if Old Wang would have any other instructions. Wang Ji's first reaction when he saw the document was almost identical to Qi Zheng's. After reading it twice, he frowned and asked, "Do you understand the format of official documents?" Chen shook his head and said, "After I printed it out, I asked Teacher Qi to take a look at it. He gave me a lot of suggestions, which took up a lot of his time."

"Oh." Wang Ji nodded, thinking that the format had been adjusted and modified by Qi Zheng. Chen Zhuo pushed all the credit to Qi Zheng, the reason was very simple: First, don’t steal the spotlight; Second, still don’t steal the limelight; Third, never steal the limelight. Although Wang Ji is the director of the Development Planning Department, Chen Zhe had long discovered that the person who handles specific matters is Qi Zheng, the chief of the Budget Management Section. In other words, even though Wang Ji appreciated his ability to write official documents, he still couldn't get around Qi Zheng in the end no matter what project he was working on. Instead of this, it would be better to further deepen the relationship with Teacher Qi. Wang Ji read the printed manuscript twice more and found that there was no problem for the first time in so many years. He said to Chen Zhuo, "Okay, you can go back." Chen rushed to the classroom for class. He was already about 10 minutes late. Around 4 ., Wang Ji was getting ready to get off work. When he passed by Qi Zheng's office, he suddenly remembered something and walked in and said, "Xiao Qi, have you finished writing the "Opinions on Deepening Management Reform"?" "not yet." Qi Zheng stood up from his chair and smiled bitterly: "I have been busy reviewing the budget this afternoon, and now I have only written half of it." Wang Ji knew that Qi Zheng was busy with work, so he didn't rush him. He just smiled and said, "Just hurry up. By the way, I also want to thank you for the manuscript I wrote at noon." Qi Zheng was stunned for a moment: "That was printed by Chen Zhuo." "I know, but Chen Zhuo said you helped to adjust the formats, and it took up a lot of your time." Wang Ji waved his hand: "If you are too busy in the future, you don't have to do these things. I can understand them anyway." Qi Zheng was stunned for three seconds, then immediately said, "It's nothing, it's just for the convenience of the leadership. I'll show you the Reform Opinions after I finish writing them." Chen Zhuo didn’t know all this. He finished two advanced mathematics classes, listened to a lecture, and then went straight to Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts. Compared with Yu Baibai, these jobs seem like nothing. …… (Please give me a monthly ticket. Thank you everyone.) (End of this chapter)