Zhang Yifu asked Ruan Mei to make an appointment on the spot and quickly got himself an English tutor. He didn't have the TOEFL exam-taking, but he had to train oral listening and speaking, and he wanted to be an English illiterate who was fluent in oral.

Ruan Mei started looking for it that night. This is really too difficult. More teaching is focused on exams. Even if it is oral teaching, most of them are for TOEFL oral exams and visa officers. In this case, it is best to find a European and American person to teach.

For Zhang Yifu's spoken language, Beimo Company finally used the relationship of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. After many twists and turns, it contacted an international student studying in China. The student did some odd jobs after class.

After handing over the resume, Zhang Yifu nodded, he decided to make up for this matter.

The time is set every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, and the location is in Zhang Yifu's office. Zhang Yifu really has to leave some private time for himself, so he just takes up working time to do this.

It is really too much to say that Ruan Mei does things too much. She really found a British female student with an authentic London accent, for fear that Zhang Yifu would learn English with a rural accent.

The British girl with short red hair dyed in a light outfit, chewing bubble gum, and carrying her shoulders, entered Beimo Company, which was undoubtedly an impact on the eyes of employees of this company.

Zhang Yifu thought he was very knowledgeable and was stunned when he saw this trend. The girl had a tattoo on the back of her hands.

The first thing he did was to find the resume from the drawer. The girl in the photo was Jin Changzhi, noble and elegant, and the difference was too big from the one in front of him.

"a-weisz." The girl shook hands generously as soon as she came up.

Zhang Yifu shook hands a little panickedly: "Oh... Then I am... Yifu? Zhang?"

"It doesn't matter if you want to call Yifu Zhang." The girl's Chinese is also very authentic. It seems that she has been in China for a few years. She put down her backpack and asked, "My Chinese name is Wei Hailun. Do you also need an English name?"

"I haven't thought about it. Please help me."

The girl said without thinking: "I just thought about it when I saw your information, so I called it lazy."

"become."

"Puff..." The girl laughed directly, "It seems that you are really illiterate in English. Lazy means lazy. No one will cooperate with you when you use this as a name."

"Haha. I know this." Zhang Yifu smiled and used a hot pot to make tea. "I think it would be interesting for people who dare to use this as their name, and it would be particularly easy to remember."

"You Chinese just like to take a lot of extra turns." Wei Hailun said helplessly, "If you decide your name, then I will call you lazy?"

"Does easy mean more like Shaw?"

"Yes, but easy also means frivolous, you definitely don't like this. I've seen a Chinese girl who uses easy as her English name. After I told her that, she cried all night."

"It's really, it means easy..." Zhang Yifu agreed deeply, "then it's better to lazy."

"You'd better not be so disapproving..." Wei Hailun said with a bitter face, "If you don't contact foreigners, no one cares about you. You smiled it. But from the information I got, you are a senior Chinese official who has to frequently communicate internationally at work. It's not appropriate to call lazy. On the one hand, the meaning is not good, and on the other hand, if you just use such a word as an English name, foreigners will feel frivolous. Especially in formal occasions, it's too weird to call lazy."

"Then you please decide, teacher." Zhang Yifu thought about it. He couldn't introduce "This is a lazy gentleman" if he attended any signing contracts in the future.

After thinking about it, Wei Hailun said, "How about yves? It's homophone with your name."

"There is no bad meaning in this, right?"

"There will definitely not be this." Wei Hailun said as he had already taken out the lesson plan he prepared, "Hurry up, I will charge $50 per hour for private tutoring, and we have wasted $3."

"Okay, your salary is so much higher than mine." Zhang Yifu quickly sat down, "Does foreigners need Chinese tutoring?"

"Are you going to have a joke? A few more dollars are going to waste."

"Just one question. I want to ask why you came to China."

"I believe in communism, mercy, and this is the last position." Wei Hailun said firmly, "I want to appreciate the true meaning of communism and bring it back to England."

Zhang Yifu looked at her red hair and tattoo and swallowed.

"What kind of expression do you have? Does communism look at the face?"

Zhang Yifu asked staggeredly: "Does your understanding of communism be to worship Chegrava?"

"No, it's chairman..." Wei Hailun said, lifting the scarf around his neck and showing off the great man's badge on his chest.

"Stop, I understand, let's start teaching." Zhang Yifu was completely convinced, there were gods everywhere.

Without managing the idea, and dressing up too much, Wei Hailun's teaching is basically worth her hourly salary. After she learned that Zhang Yifu actually has a certain foundation in English, she quickly proposed the policy of increasing the amount of listening and speaking training. It would be easier to do if she heard it well. It started to rise step by step from daily communication. She believed that in one month, Zhang Yifu would be enough to have professional English conversations.

At four o'clock, Wei Hailun left the office building, rode on the large motorcycle and left.

Zhang Yifu still felt that she was just admiring Che Guevara. She should go to South America or Cuba to cause revolution and not come to China to study communism. The routine was too deep and she could not understand it.

So, young people should not touch politics. She can’t figure out what is left and right. If you understand it, you can talk about it. But it doesn’t matter. Without her, Zhang Yifu would not be able to learn the authentic London accent.

...

As abb engineers entered the North China Electric Power Design Institute, the Beide project that had been brewing for many years was finally on track, and the remaining bidding and projects were also progressing steadily. Although everything required Zhang Yifu's signature, the matters he had to intervene were still less and less, and two oral classes a week were added to three.

In November, the three power plants returned to the team, everything was smooth and orderly, and the financial transition period was also gentle.

On the day he graduated from speaking, he felt that it was almost done.

When she shook hands with Wei Hailun and said goodbye, she was still a little reluctant to leave. She didn't want to meet her for anything else. She was just such a high hourly salary, so she was hard to meet later.

Zhang Yifu laughed: "I have introduced you to several friends, and the level is similar to mine. The unit can afford this hourly salary, and their people will contact you."

Wei Hailun didn't expect that Zhang Yifu was still holding on to this thought, so she immediately laughed: "Thank you so much."

"Just go to their agency... can you dye your hair back?"

"Is personality not allowed?" Wei Hailun looked down at herself, not thinking that there was anything wrong.

"Yes, it is not allowed here."

"Is this in communism? Shouldn't it be love and equality?"

"That's what you understand. You are a rebellious person and must be against the ruling party, so communism should be beautiful."

"..." Wei Hailun pondered for a moment, "Actually, there are many people who are here against me, and many people are puzzled by me. It is obvious that they are in the best place, so why do you come here?"

"How did you answer?"

"Material sincerity is valuable, and concepts are more expensive."

"What about the last sentence of this poem?"

“…”

Zhang Yifu smiled and patted the girl who was too young: "I envy you very much. You can pursue your own ideas without hesitation and not be tied to worldly wealth. I can't do it. I hope you will feel this experience in the future. It is definitely not a waste of life, but a experiencing life, not a waste of money."

"How could it be wasted!" Wei Hailun said dissatisfied, "My life is fulfilling and meaningful."

"Yes, fulfilling and meaningful." Zhang Yifu shook hands with her and stopped arguing. "Remember when you go to those units for tutoring, it's best to dye your hair back, otherwise you won't have any business."

"It doesn't matter. There are many teaching institutions that ask me to do part-time jobs, which is not much lower than this."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Wei Hailun turned and left, then turned around and asked, "You are also a communist, right?"

"Yes, I must be." Zhang Yifu showed a kind smile.

Wei Hailun seemed to be relieved when she heard this, rubbed her chest and smiled slightly.

"I have to be..." Zhang Yifu sat back at the table, feeling in his heart that he had graduated from English and should graduate from Beimo. He hoped that Wei Hailun would graduate as soon as possible.

He called the phone and dialed the number that he hadn't dialed for a long time.

He had expected it, and this was followed by a series of conversations.

Qin Yong talks, Huang Zhenghui talks, Planning Commission leaders talks, State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission talks...

Now that the Northern Desert is booming, no one hopes that Zhang Yifu will leave like this. This young cadre, who has been proven to be able to bear heavy responsibilities, just give up everything in front of him and give up the trust of the organization, is unacceptable.

However, this time Zhang Yifu was very determined and said that he could not sleep at night and could not eat at sunny days, and his body was about to collapse and he could no longer bear such a heavy task.

The organization also proposed that it could be transferred to a unit with a slightly less pressure, and the level remained unchanged, but Zhang Yifu still declined.

This is really an incomprehensible thing for most people who don’t know the truth. Even if you make a profit in the business, it is for ordinary people. No matter how big it is, it is just a section chief and director. He is not satisfied with his success. Seeing that the promotion within the organization is nowhere to be long, he simply devotes himself to the torrent of the market to fight. But Zhang Yifu is the kind of cadre who has already made a fortune. He still has 30 years to go further on the top of the 100-foot pole, and even a pig can get it up.

It is a good saying to retreat bravely in the rapids, and the orthodox folk legend is the orthodox folk saying.
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