The art of speaking is probably studied by quite a few people in China, and it is also practiced by people with high IQ and high EQ.

Is this thing useful for the progress of society and the development of mankind? I don’t know, but speaking well is always a thing that makes people happy both physically and mentally.

For example, if you ask the leader for something, the leader may agree or disagree. If so, you should bring Maotai with you, or if not, you should find a way to change your tactics.

Let’s not talk about the direct and rough things like leading Maotai. Let’s talk about this. If you say nice things, first of all, you ask a leader for something that is impossible to agree to.

For example, the leader asked me if my job could be changed to a more relaxed one. The leader said with a serious face, "Impossible."

You ask again, why don't you let me be the team leader? The leader still shakes his head and refuses. Finally, you show your true purpose and say you can give me three days off.

The leader thought about it and said he had refused twice. He should show some mercy and then nodded in agreement.

This is what ordinary people say.

There is also the art of speaking as a leader, for example, at a meeting, the leader makes a very important speech.

Then, when you go home and summarize, hey, the leader is just the leader, and the report is empty and full of slogans.

If nothing happens, it's because they did a good job in the mobilization meeting. If something goes wrong, they leave because they didn't say anything substantive!

Another example is chatting. Several colleagues brag and gossip together. When talking about the station where the train stops, several people say that the train will stop at such and such station.

Among this group of people, there was a friend who happened to work at the railway bureau, and he knew that no trains stopped at this station.

This person is quite upright. As he chatted, several other people became a group, and he himself became a team. Chatting and bragging turned into a debate!

Finally, he took out his trump card and called his friend, then turned on the loudspeaker and asked his friend to reveal his identity and whether the train would stop.

He won! The chatting and bragging could no longer go on, and everyone disbanded in embarrassment.

Then at the end of the year when the top performers were selected, it was clear that he worked very hard and helped anyone who had difficulties. However, during the mass selection, his score was very low.

This is the way this world is. To strike up a conversation depends on appearance, to establish a relationship depends on emotional intelligence. To make it last long, you need to rely on...

Bayin looked at the man lying on the hospital bed with dizziness. Although he had fainted due to fatigue, the pain still made him look miserable.

The blisters all over his body were like a pig's head that had been scalded with tongs during the Chinese New Year and then boiled in a large pot for more than half an hour.

There were blisters all over his body, big and small, and there were even rows of blisters on his mouth, like a string of pearls hanging on them, but the color was dim and closer to dog urine stains of different sizes.

Bayin took a cotton swab, dipped it in sugar and salt water, and wiped Xuefeng's lips bit by bit.

The originally dim mushrooms slowly became brighter. Under the stimulation of water, Xuefeng opened his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Bayin asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt, this little injury is nothing." Xuefeng looked at the girl in front of him and almost grinned in pain, but his words were still very strong.

"Are you okay? I didn't burn you." Xuefeng licked the sugar salt water on his lips, looked at the fair and plump girl in front of him, and asked shyly.

The boy of twenty-seven or eight years looked at the girl at a loss. Really, he looked at the girl's fair face and then looked at the platinum necklace around the girl's neck.

The earrings were made of bright platinum and set with sapphires. His originally bright eyes were like mushrooms on his lips, but they had lost their sparkle again.

Now that he has three golds, she is probably someone else's wife, and he has no thoughts.

"Thank you. If you hadn't rushed in desperately today, I probably wouldn't have seen the morning sun.

You blocked me desperately, like a hero falling from the sky. Although the fire was strong, not a single spark touched me."

Bayin gently touched Xuefeng's face, so lightly and tenderly.

Touching the scars on Xuefeng's face, Bayin felt moved in her heart. Really, she felt heartbroken.

Xuefeng's short-haired hair was fried. How many years, how many years, this kind of touch, this kind of young woman's touch, he...

I don't know if he is really comfortable, but his muscles are jumping. It's not even creepy, but it's really a weird feeling that he can't describe.

"Um, oh, no, it's just..." Xuefeng asked Bayin to speak incoherently, sweet and sour, and it went to his heart.

"Haha, when I was in the fire, I heard someone shout, are you still unmarried? Do you have a partner?"

A girl who grew up in the grassland dared to hate and love. She didn't know what reservation was. She only knew that the man in front of her dared to die for her and could use his body to shield her from the fierce fire. That was enough. That was enough.

Xuefeng nodded shyly, and then gently pulled the quilt covering him, as if the quilt could protect him.

"I don't have a boyfriend either. Are you willing to date me?" Bayin looked at Xuefeng with his big watery eyes.

At this time, Xuefeng seemed to have changed roles with Bayin. He was shy, helpless, and lowered his head, "You are so beautiful and have a good job. I, I am just a farmer."

"Haha, my family used to be herders. We have lived on the grassland since I was a child. I don't care whether you are a farmer or not."

Bayin stared at Xuefeng closely. In fact, the girl was also worried. She was afraid that the other person had a lover, and she was afraid that the other person only liked Han girls.

She can't cook as delicate a meal as a Han girl, and she can't guess the other person's delicate thoughts like a Han girl. But it's true that her blood is warm and her heart is warm.

"Haha!" Xuefeng grinned bitterly, "The old man at home is old, and I can't go out and make money, so I can only take the salary from the farm.

You work in the city, so what can we do even if we date? I can’t afford you a house or a car, so I..."

As he talked, Xuefeng couldn't go on. Yes, material things are the basis of love. Rich people will eventually get married, and poor people will witness it with their own eyes.

Since you can't give the other person a good life, then don't provoke the other person. This is what Xuefeng or most honest men think.

"You are not afraid of death, why are you still afraid of poverty?" Bayin's anxiety is gone. The girl dare not say that she is a little rich woman. Although she is generous, she is not stupid. Men rely on face, don't you?

Wouldn’t you be fine?

In a small border city for 10 years, I had an apartment, a small Audi, a savings of hundreds of thousands, and worked in a tertiary hospital. To be honest, the conditions were better than most people's, but the girl didn't say that.

"I'm not afraid of poverty, I can work hard, but I'm afraid you can't stand other people's looks or gossip."

Xuefeng almost stuffed his head into his crotch.

"Fool, I am willing, as long as you love me forever and know the warmth and warmth. We live our own lives by ourselves, not for others to see.

As long as you are willing to fight, I think there is no difficulty that we cannot overcome with your bloody spirit."

It hurts, and there are blisters all over my body, pricking Xue Feng.

His eyes felt sour. He remembered the blind date he had had before, the girl he had grown up with. After working for a few years, when he came back, he could see a mansion when he opened his mouth, and luxury goods when he shut up.
Chapter completed!