Vol 4 Chapter 352: Olympic Games rush forward (ten)

"Otherwise, please tell us two model workers?"
After listening to Wang Ai's detailed description of his troubles, old Feng Zhuo spent a long time giving an idea.
Wang Ai thought for a while, then glanced at Gao Gao again, shook his head, and smiled bitterly: "You know, the model workers of this year ... not that there are too many fakes, but that the selection criteria are no longer from the front line as in the past, There are very small, very bitter, and simple stories. In case we invite a group chairman, what is the point? "
Lao Feng pointed to Wang Ai shaking his head and smiling, and Lao Liu didn't have so much scruples: "Don't say anything to you."
Wang Ai nodded obediently, without sophistry. He is about to formally join the Party, and he should pay attention to his speech. He is also a big star. In the past, he was just a star. Thinking of this, Wang Ai is distracted again, is it better to be a secret party member? Or at least be an undisclosed low-key party member? Otherwise, in the next five major leagues, it is easy to catch people. Even Tubingen fans have a deep prejudice against communism, which means that there are not so many rural talents at Dietfort.
"Eh, why did we forget that group of migrant workers? They are all from other countries, and their family must be very poor. It's wrong to find someone from them?" Old Liu suddenly interrupted Wang Ai's thinking.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the National Olympics returned to the bird's nest again according to plan. At the hottest time, everyone sat in the shadow of the stadium stands, which should have been explained by the tactics of the old high, but today is special. I invited them from the construction workers in the morning. Two people came over, one was middle-aged and the other was an 18-year-old youth.
The story of the two people is very simple. The middle-aged man is from Baoding, Hebei. He has been a construction worker in Beijing for many years. He is the eldest of his family. His wife works at home, takes care of children, and serves the elderly. He earns too little, so he stays out all year round, and he can only go home once a year during the Spring Festival. Normally, he is absolutely reluctant to go back to the area.
This man also laughed at himself and said that he and his mother-in-law were the stars, and asked him what stars were, and his answer was the cowboy and vega.
The story of this 18-year-old youth is a little simpler. Chaoyang, Liaoning, ran out to work with his fellow villager after graduating from junior high school. At home, he is an old Gada, and he also has a brother and a sister. There is no other way. The acres of mountain in the house will not be drought. The planting of corn can grow up to one person tall, and it is full of big bugs.
Fortunately, the two worked in Beijing, and their income was good. The wages were basically guaranteed. Especially three years ago, after personally demanded wages for migrant workers, at least these migrant workers in the capital were rarely neglected. In recent years, rural cooperative medical care and pension insurance have gradually opened up, and these people have also made headway. For example, the middle-aged man said that he would buy a bungalow in the suburbs of Beijing in two years, and pick up his wife, wife and children. This young man has a similar plan. After all, Beijing is becoming more and more modern, and more and more people are needed.
Wang Ai also thought about it in private. Now the population of Beijing is close to 15 million, and it is still 6 million short of "unbearable". Now it is too late to become a Beijinger. When Beijing's population exceeds 20 million, it will really not work, and will start to restrict and divert. To a certain extent, the emergence of "Xiong An" was also born for this.
After the two had finished telling their stories, Wang Ai shook hands with them and sent the two away. When they came back, they were a little low.
The stories of middle-aged people can touch the elders, but they have little impact on the 18- and 9-year-old Olympic athletes. On the contrary, the story of the rural youth in Chaoyang, Liaoning, touched them deeply. The same is the youth years of 18 and 9 years old, some people have to wear thick tooling to make a huge amount of wages under the hot sun, but also remember the old lady who hangs at home, calculating the money for the old lady to care for and see the doctor; Can they? Eating high-end food, drinking high-end beverages, wearing expensive equipment, and playing casually on the greenery. That young man's most beautiful nighttime sleep time has become the most impatient time for some internationals.
Some people, like wild grasses, are unattended and grow up tenaciously, while others enjoy meticulous care but are youthful.
"Train it." Lao Gao gave a concise command, and everyone stood up silently and walked towards the greenery.
In the evening, Wang Ai invited everyone to his home to hold a barbecue party. One afternoon is enough to think about it. Wang Ai does not want to deepen the pain and hatred of everyone. Wang Ai only hopes to touch the soft parts of their hearts through the stories of their peers and realize their mission and responsibilities from the details.
Unexpectedly, everyone came with ingredients this evening, which surprised Wang Ai. When asked, Zhao Xuri scratched his face apologetically: "Always let your boss spend your money, I'm sorry, we also make money, so much more than others, so everyone will get together as soon as they get together."
Wang Ai nodded and could truly realize that he earned more than many more hard-working people; he could truly realize that he could not always eat the boss, and he should shoulder his own responsibility. Isn't this a kind of consciousness?
Tonight, they did n’t come, even Xu Qinglian and Constance. Only 30 people from the Olympic Games. Let ’s do it together, fire barbecue, and chat while eating. After all, there is still a daytime story that transitions to everyone. Everyone who walks into the Olympic Games today has their own sad memories. It's just that they are still more lucky than their peers.
Wang Ai also spoke, not talking about himself. After all, everyone knows about his hard training, mainly to talk to you about the huge effect of the Tokyo Olympics on Japan and the Seoul Olympics on South Korea, so that everyone can understand the event we are preparing for. What a huge effect it has on our country, our nation, our civilization, and even our blood and skin color.
Wang Ai analyzed from a magnificent historical perspective, and with a sober reason and gentle tone, he unveiled this great picture of countless people fighting for God from the perspective of God, from the arrogance of the times to the living beings at all times Promoting the progress of this country, everyone is in a torrent, each has its own pursuit and its own mission.
At midnight on the moon, everyone rested in the room of Wang Ai's house.
At six o'clock the next morning, the courtyard was already noisy.
"Boss, shall we practice in the morning?" Zhao Xuri jumped over and said excitedly.
"Okay, go back to the Olympic Sports Center first." Wang Ai shook his neck.
"Is there a bus?"
"What other car do you take?" Chen Tao waved his hand: "Let's run back! Enjoy a new day for our great motherland! Today is late, and we can't see the flag raising ceremony."
People ran hurriedly out of the door. Zhao Dan, who was staying at home today, gave two thumbs up when Wang Ai was sent out, and Wang Ai's smile with his back waving his hand remained in his mind for a long time.