Chapter 141 Party
Lin Daoyuan posed a difficult problem to Song Yuanchao, but then again, it was Song Yuanchao who first raised this difficult problem.
But when Song Yuanchao started to write this document according to Lin Daoyuan's request, he found that it was one thing to talk eloquently, but it was not so easy to actually put it into words. When he picked up the pen, although he had thousands of words in his mind, he didn't know how to express them accurately for a moment.
Lin Yan soon found out about this. She did not blame Song Yuanchao for not telling her about this. Instead, she encouraged Song Yuanchao to write it carefully and well. Even if this work could not be of any help, as a student of economics, it was a very meaningful thing to do.
To this end, Lin Yan took the initiative to assist Song Yuanchao in collecting and organizing a large amount of information. The two of them stayed in the library after class. During this period, they not only borrowed a large number of professional books, but also specially found various newspapers and materials from the past twenty years, and collected and recorded some useful data and necessary content from them.
As time went by, the information they collected formed several thick booklets, and Song Yuanchao only began to write formally after completing these preparatory work.
In order to write it well, Song Yuanchao put aside everything else with the help of Lin Yan and devoted himself to this task. Just for the beginning, Song Yuanchao revised it countless times, and the waste paper could fill several wastebaskets. Finally... after more than half a month, Song Yuanchao put down everything he wanted to express on paper and completed it.
With nearly 20,000 words, this document embodies the hard work of Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan over the past few days, and is also the result they have worked hard to achieve.
When Song Yuanchao finally finished writing the last word and Lin Yan was looking at it intently, Song Yuanchao felt a little nervous.
After a long time, Lin Yan finally finished reading it, put down the paper in her hand, smiled and said to Song Yuanchao: "It's really well written."
"Is it really okay?" Song Yuanchao asked anxiously.
"Really!" Lin Yan nodded seriously. This thing was the result of her and Song Yuanchao's hard work over the past few days. It used a lot of economic theories and the content and data they collected from the materials. Although it cannot be said to be 100% accurate, it is their greatest effort at the moment.
More importantly, this document puts forward Song Yuanchao's core point, which is that when the current state-owned enterprise system encounters a series of problems that may arise in the development market. These problems are caused by internal factors and changes in the external environment. What kind of impact will it cause, what kind of influence will it bring, and how should these enterprises respond to such changes?
Although it is a hypothesis, Song Yuanchao based his hypothesis on economics and the current direction of reform and opening up, and made bold inferences. Therefore, in Lin Yan's view, what Song Yuanchao wrote is not a castle in the air. Its content is well-founded and has great reference value.
"I'm worried that some of the statements in it are alarmist. What if..."
"Didn't my dad tell you? This thing is just for his reference. Are you still afraid that my dad will harm you?" Lin Yan asked with a smile.
Song Yuanchao laughed in silence and nodded: "Of course, then... let's leave this to uncle?"
"Well, I'm going to stay at home today, so I'll bring it to him directly." Lin Yan said so and put Song Yuanchao's thing into her schoolbag.
"Let me take you home." After the two walked out of the teaching building, Song Yuanchao looked up at the slightly gloomy sky and said.
Just when Lin Yan was about to say something, Cheng Mengshan called out from behind: "Yuan Chao, so you're here? It took me a while to find you!"
Looking back, he saw Cheng Mengshan rushing towards him. When he got close to Lin Yan, he greeted her warmly, "Lin Yan is here too."
"Hello, Squad Leader Cheng." Lin Yan was quite familiar with Song Yuanchao's roommates in the dormitory. They had met each other several times . She smiled and nodded.
"Haha, hello, hello." Cheng Mengshan smiled a little embarrassedly , looked at Lin Yan, and then looked at Song Yuanchao: "It seems that I came at the wrong time. I hope I didn't disturb you?"
"It's okay, Sergeant Cheng. Do you have anything to ask Yuan Chao?" Lin Yan asked.
Cheng Mengshan hesitated and nodded, but looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped.
"I'll go back by myself. You talk to squad leader Cheng." Lin Yan smiled and said to Song Yuanchao. Seeing that Song Yuanchao looked a little hesitant, Lin Yan said, "It's not far. It will only take a while for me to take the bus. It looks like it's going to snow soon, so it's not convenient for you to ride a bike."
"Okay, then be careful on the road."
Lin Yan nodded, waved goodbye to Cheng Mengshan generously, and then quickly left towards the school gate.
"I'm so sorry, Yuan Chao, I didn't know you and Xiao Lin..." Looking at Lin Yan's receding back, Cheng Mengshan said apologetically.
"It's okay, Old Cheng, let's go and talk over there." Song Yuanchao waved his hand and pointed to the other side, then he and Cheng Mengshan came to the path on the left side of the teaching building.
There was a long stone bench over there, and the two of them sat down. Song Yuanchao handed a cigarette to Cheng Mengshan: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's not about the New Year's Eve party yet." Cheng Mengshan lit a cigarette, looking a little worried.
"New Year's Day Gala?" Song Yuanchao asked puzzledly. Seeing Cheng Mengshan nodded, he didn't know what to say.
As time flies, the 1970s are about to pass and the new 1980s are about to come.
The alternation of times means that everything old will be replaced by the new and vibrant 1980s. In the minds of countless people, there are infinite beautiful expectations and fantasies about the 1980s.
Precisely because of this, Imperial University of Peking plans to hold a cross-era New Year party this year. This is also the first New Year party held after the resumption of the college entrance examination. It is a very important event for the school, the student union, and the college students from grades 1977 to 1979 in the new era of the resumption of the college entrance examination.
The school specifically entrusted the preparation of this annual meeting to the Student Union. This arrangement will not only serve to train students, but also hopefully give the school a surprise by having the Student Union lead this cross-generational New Year party.
As the monitor of Class 1, Grade 1979, Department of Economics, Cheng Mengshan naturally participated in it. Some time ago, Song Yuanchao heard that there were many different opinions between the Student Union and student cadres about the holding of the New Year's Party. Some people thought that the New Year's Party should be serious and lively, while some students believed that as college students of the new era, they needed to welcome the arrival of the 1980s in a more open and enthusiastic way.
There were many debates between the two sides, and it was a mess for a while. However, the school never showed up, as if it was completely a hands-off boss.
"There are not many days left until New Year's Day, and you student leaders haven't reached a conclusion yet?" Song Yuanchao asked.
"That's not the case. It was decided yesterday that the New Year's Eve party will be held in the form of a party," Cheng Mengshan replied.
"Gala?" Song Yuanchao asked with some surprise. Seeing Cheng Mengshan nodded, Song Yuanchao suddenly became interested. Galas could be said to be very common in later generations, but they were unprecedented in this era.
Ordinary New Year parties on a small scale are usually held in the form of a "tea party", which is nothing more than everyone sitting together drinking tea, cracking melon seeds, and saying a few words of blessing to each other.
Or, a large-scale New Year's party is no different from an ordinary conference. A group of leaders sit on the rostrum and below are crowds of people. The leaders speak in turn first, and the content of their speeches is basically looking back on the past and looking forward to the future. In addition, some leaders will even take this opportunity to make everyone remember deeply that no matter when, they should not forget the importance of class struggle, etc. At best, after the leaders have finished speaking, there will be a few cultural and artistic programs, such as a chorus, harmonica and accordion, and then the meeting will be announced as a successful conclusion amid warm applause.
This time, the New Year's party of the Imperial University will be held in the form of a gala, which is the first time this format has appeared. When Song Yuanchao saw the process arrangement of the New Year's party handed over by Cheng Mengshan, he couldn't help but sigh that there are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the university.
The process schedule is really well written. It includes talent performances by students from all grades and departments. These performances are divided into several categories, including popular singing, musical instruments, poetry recitation, dance and even drama... In addition, the entire process not only covers students from all departments of three grades, but also includes teachers from each department, allowing teachers and students to perform on the same stage to show the open atmosphere of a new era university.
Finally, when the New Year's Eve is approaching, all teachers and students will sing and dance at the same time to welcome the arrival of the new era. When the clock strikes midnight, the party will not only reach a climax, but fireworks will also be set off outside the venue to celebrate the arrival of the 1980s...
Looking at this thing, these images flashed through Song Yuanchao's mind , and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
"Isn't this great? What's the problem?" Song Yuanchao asked puzzledly.
"The idea is great, but it's not easy to do." Cheng Mengshan said in embarrassment: "Look at these, just for the talent show, each grade and department needs to send someone, and our class has two places. Isn't this a headache for me?"
"Haha, this is not easy." After all the fuss, it turned out to be this matter. Song Yuanchao immediately said, "I remember that the branch secretary Lao Yang is good at playing the clapperboard. His clapperboard can be counted as one. By the way, isn't classmate Zhou Ping fond of poetry? Why not let him recite it on the stage?"
As soon as Song Yuanchao finished speaking, Cheng Mengshan shook his head and said, "No, no, fast talk and recitation are both popular projects, and the Chinese Department has already taken them all."
"Is there such a thing?" Song Yuanchao was stunned.
"Look, classmates, you know and I know only a few things, and now every class needs to send people, and the program schedule is limited. This is obviously too many people for too few things. Yuan Chao, you are from Shanghai, which is a big city. Unlike me who comes from the countryside, you must have a broader vision in this area, so I came to you to help me think of a solution. I really have no idea."
