This is a speech about the planning of on-campus parking lots. It has nothing to do with students like Chen Zhu for the time being, but it can affect teachers who drive to work.
Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary college students, this may be a job as a typist.
It's boring and you can't be lazy, after all, Wang Ji will finish the manuscript soon.
It's better to place books in the library and play with your mobile phone secretly.
But in Chen Zhu’s opinion——
Damn it!
I can actually know the relevant changes in the school in advance!
Isn’t this just a confidential secretary without establishment?
I simply loosened my pants, sat down on a chair, and immediately started typing with concentration.
Director Wang Ji's handwriting is actually quite elegant. Sometimes he writes very fast and has a sloppy style. No wonder he says he doesn't understand and goes to the office to ask him.
However, "there are specialties in the profession", just like a nurse who can understand a doctor's orders.
Chen Chu, who comes from the provincial capital, actually doesn't find it difficult. Some of the words are really sloppy, but he can infer that they are roughly the same based on the context.
In the meantime, Yu Baobao called me: "Chen Chen, have you had lunch?"
Chen Zhu didn't want to make Yu Xian worry and said with a smile: "I just finished eating and am getting ready for a lunch break."
"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 to me for dinner after class."
Even across the phone, you can feel the anticipation and joy of meeting in Yu Baobao's voice.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhu continued to write his speech on the computer.
Not long after, Yuanyuan called again: "Brother Chen Zhu~, will you have lunch for lunch?"
While looking at the computer, Chen Zhu replied: "Yuanyuan, I'm not free today, you can eat first."
Zhao Yuanyuan hung up the phone and said to Song Shiwei beside her: "Sister Weiwei, brother Chen Zhu said he has something to do today and let us eat first."
"oh."
Song Shi slightly fluttered his long eyelashes, his expression unchanged, and went to line up with Yuanyuan and his roommates.
After almost an hour and a half, Chen Zhu 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 the level of his official documents is not very good.
To put it simply, they just talk about the issues in a dry manner and do not know how to use some rhetorical methods such as parallelism, quotations, and examples to make the official document more powerful and dignified.
However, it is understandable. First, the old director is old, and it is a manuscript, so in order to save time on writing and ink, he bypassed these things;
The second is that colleges and universities are not as strict about the standards and quality of official documents as in the system. After all, the main task is teaching.
Of course, it would be better if someone can write gorgeous and wonderful official documents.
However, Chen Zhu has not made any changes to this manuscript today.
Without the permission of the leader, he arbitrarily changes other people's work, even if the writing is extravagant, the leader will even praise him in person, "Xiao Chen, your writing is so good...".
The next day, Chen Zhu might have been told, "You don't have to come again."
How could Chen Chu make such a rash mistake? However, he adjusted the format a bit.
Modifying the content without permission is a disrespectful and bloated expression;
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—Level 2 Founder subscript Song Simplified, displayed in the center;
Level 1 heading - bold type 3;
Second-level title—No. 3 regular script GB2312;
Text - No. 3 imitation Song Dynasty GB2312;
"Why?"
Chen Zhu did not find the "GB2312" font in the Word on this computer. This shows that the students who printed manuscripts in the past did not know these specifications at all.
Chen Zhu found the download package of this font on the Internet, unzipped it and installed it for use. He was already familiar with this process. Sometimes he had to download it once for a new computer.
After everything was done, Chen Zhu looked at the time and saw that it was still less than two o'clock. Qi Zheng and Wang Ji's offices were both tightly closed. They were probably taking a lunch break.
At this time, Chen Zhucai quietly went to the canteen. Most of the windows were closed, and only the halal ramen was open.
Chen Zu ate a bowl of noodles alone, then returned to the narrow printer room to wait until Wang Ji's office opened.
However, Chen Zhu did not go to him immediately.
Instead, he waited until Qi Zheng's office opened the door, opened the curtains, washed his face and went to the toilet, and then Chen Zhu came to his office.
Sometimes, success does require some patience.
"Teacher Qi."
Chen Zhu knocked on the door with a "dong dong dong" sound and said politely to Qi Zheng: "I have already printed Teacher Wang's manuscript, but it is my first time to do this kind of thing, and I am worried that I will make a mistake because I have no experience, so I want to ask
Please take a look."
"Is it ready so soon?"
Qi Zheng was a little surprised. The students who were sitting there before were not so efficient.
What was even more surprising was that Chen Zhu was the first student who actually knew to send it to himself for review after printing it.
Qi Zheng took a sip of hot water, then spit the tea foam into the trash can at his feet, and said to Chen Zhu, "Bring it to me and take a look."
Chen handed it over with both hands.
Qi Zheng only glanced at it and was suddenly stunned.
His face suddenly became serious. He flipped through the four-and-a-half-page speech several times, then raised his head, with deep doubts in his eyes.
Qi Zheng's specialty is auditing and budgeting, but his official document skills are not as good as Wang Ji's.
But he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running away. This standard and neat document format suddenly reminded him of the red-headed document that made him the head of the Budget Management Section.
Chen Zhu saw the confusion in Qi Zheng's expression and took the initiative to say: "When I was in high school, in order to practice my composition skills, I bought a bunch of books to study at home. At that time, I mistakenly bought a manual on how to write official documents.
, sometimes I will turn it over, but I don’t know whether it is accurate or not.”
Chen Zhuo's words had led to this point, and Qi Zheng naturally asked: "Do you want to practice your writing skills? What's your score in Chinese in the college entrance examination?"
"138."
Chen Zhu replied calmly.
"Ouch!"
Qi Zheng was really shocked. His Chinese score of 138 points showed that his literary skills were very strong.
Qi Zheng read it one last time and found that he really couldn't find any big problems, so he pushed the printed copy back to Chen Zhu and said: "The format is very standard. You can go and give it to Wang Chu."
"Thank you, Teacher Qi."
Chen Zhu thanked him and left the office slowly.
Suddenly, Qi Zheng shouted from behind: "Xiao Chen, have you been working here at noon and never gone back to eat and rest?"
"At half past one, I went to the cafeteria and had a bowl of noodles."
Chen Zhu tells the truth.
"It doesn't have to be so hard."
Qi Zheng's eyes showed some approval, and he smiled and said: "Wang Chu will only ask for this manuscript tomorrow. You can just finish it before 4 pm. Remember to eat first next time."
After Chen Zhu left, Qi Zheng turned his head and looked at the half-written "Opinions on Further Deepening the Reform of the Budget Management System of Each College (Department)" on the computer.
On the desktop, there are dozens of financial review applications that need urgent approval.
He picked up the tea and took a sip silently, not knowing what he was thinking.
…
Chen Zhu took the documents to Director Wang Ji's office and knocked on the door.
The area was much larger than Qi Zheng's place, and there was a computer on the table, but Chen Zhu glanced at it and saw that the monitor and host computer were not connected.
I really don’t even want to pretend anymore.
Wang Ji raised his head, glanced at Chen Zhu through his reading glasses, and said calmly: "Come in."
"Teacher Wang, I have printed that manuscript."
Chen Zhu put the documents on the table, but he didn't leave because he didn't know if Lao Wang would have any other instructions.
Wang Ji's first reaction when he saw this document was almost the same as Qi Zheng's.
After reading it twice, he frowned and asked with half-grey eyebrows: "Do you understand the format of official documents?"
Chen Zhu shook his head: "After I printed it, I asked Teacher Qi to help me read it. He made a lot of comments, 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 Zhu gave all the credit to Qi Zheng for a very simple reason:
First, don’t steal the limelight;
Second, still don’t steal the limelight;
Third, never steal the limelight.
Although Wang Ji is the director of this development planning department, Chen Zhu has long discovered that the person handling specific affairs is Qi Zheng, the chief of the budget management department.
In other words, even if his ability to write official documents was appreciated by Wang Ji, no matter what project he did, he could not bypass Qi Zheng in the end.
Rather than doing this, it is better to further deepen the relationship with Teacher Qi.
Wang Ji read the printed manuscript twice more and found that there was nothing wrong with it for the first time in so many years. He said to Chen Zhu, "Okay, you can go back."
Chen Zhu hurriedly ran to the classroom for class. He was already about 10 minutes late.
At around 4 p.m., Wang Ji was getting ready to get off work.
When passing by Qi Zheng's office, he suddenly remembered something, walked in and said, "Xiao Qi, have you finished writing your "Opinions on Deepening Management Reform"?"
"not yet."
Qi Zheng stood up from his chair and smiled bitterly: "I have been busy reviewing the budget in the 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, "You should hurry up anyway. By the way, I still want to thank you for the manuscript at noon."
Qi Zheng was stunned for a moment: "That was printed by Chen Zhu."
"I know, but Chen Zhu said you helped adjust those formats, and it took 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, and then said immediately: "Actually, it's nothing, it's all for the convenience of the leadership. I'll show it to you after I've written the "Reform Opinions."
Chen Zhu didn't know this. After taking two advanced mathematics classes and listening to another lecture, he went directly to Guangmei.
Compared with fish swinging, these tasks seem like nothing.
…
(Please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a monthly ticket, thank you all.)
Chapter completed!