Chapter 98 Joining the Group
Ok?
what's going on?
Am I being chased by the scene?
Wang Deming blinked again and again, looking at Principal Zhang Tianyong with a hint of confusion, and asked, "Principal Zhang, I'm only halfway through writing this novel. It will probably take another 4-6 months, right?"

"How do you feel?"

"It actually takes so long?" Principal Zhang frowned, tapping the manuscript in his right hand against his left palm. "This time is a bit long, isn't it?"

Then he asked with an inquiring look: "Deming, how much time do you spend writing every day now?"

"About 2, no, 4 hours!" Wang Deming originally wanted to say 2 words in 1000 hours, but when he saw Principal Zhang's eyes shining and the corners of his mouth curled up as he prepared to speak, he decisively changed his words to 4 hours.

"Then you should also take a rest, right?"

Principal Zhang originally wanted to urge Wang Deming to put more energy into writing, but when he heard that he had already been writing for four hours a day, it seemed inhumane to urge him further, so he changed his mind and advised him to take a rest.

"Yes! Principal, don't worry, I also insist on exercising early in the morning!"

Wang Deming was secretly glad that he changed his words quickly.

Although when I was reading novels, I wanted to send razor blades to the author and lock him in a small dark room, not allowing him to come out until he wrote tens of thousands of words a day.

It's your turn to start writing
We still need to be humane, there are still differences between people.
I am not good at writing, no, it is profound, novels must be written in a profound way.
"Haha!" Principal Zhang and Teacher Lu Qinghuan looked at each other and laughed. "Well, we all heard about it. I didn't expect that you, a skinny guy, could actually do such a few tricks."

"Help Lao Zhang at Jiaodaokou catch the thief that's giving the higher-ups a headache?"

"Haha not bad."

Wang Deming replied with a bitter face: "Fortunately, as a farmer, I know a few farming tricks."

As he recalled the past, a trace of fear appeared on his face. “You two don’t know, I was so scared that I almost peed my pants.”

"Luckily, I worked on the farm for many years and learned a few tricks in the countryside, which I have not forgotten in the city."

"My body was faster than my brain. I reacted instantly and knocked the thief down, saving my life."

When Wang Deming talked about that night, he still felt scared. How could people in peacetime experience this? They didn't live in America.

The feeling of being pointed at by a dark hole: scalp tingling, hair standing on end, goose bumps all over the body.

So after dealing with the thief, I relaxed and my body suddenly started sweating.
"Well, so Old Zhang is still reliable." Principal Zhang commented solemnly: "Arrange you into the militia and give you formal military training."

"Next time you encounter something like this, you won't panic."

"I heard that he also arranged a position for you as a platoon leader in the militia?"

"Haha, Lao Zhang, my student must be a company commander at least. I'll tell him next time we meet."

Wang Deming opened his mouth slightly, his eyes slightly widened. What the hell, next time? Can you think of me better?

I am a cultured person, okay? I can be lumped into the group of weak scholars.
But why do Principal Zhang and Director Zhang Dayong sound very familiar?

Wang Deming asked in confusion: "Principal, who are you and Director Zhang?"

Principal Zhang waved his hand nonchalantly and explained, "Oh, we were both from the Jin-Cha-Ji base area back then. Although we didn't have any contact back then, we both have a bond."

"Later, I went to the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University in Yan'an, and was sent to Beiping to do underground work; he followed General Lü Zhengcao to Hebei Province, and after liberation, he retired due to injury and transferred to Beiping to serve as the chief of a police station."

"Oh"

Principal Zhang reluctantly put the manuscript of "To Live" on the desk and turned to look at Teacher Lu Qinghuan, "Old Lu, are you going to do it or should I?"

"Let me tell you."

Lu Qinghuan straightened his posture and said in a serious tone: "Comrade Wang Deming."

"Yes!" "After investigation by the organization, Comrade Wang Deming has adhered to his position, has firm convictions, is able to fully understand and learn Marxism-Leninism, sets an example, and makes selfless contributions."

"Not only did they actively donate to support the Korean War, but they also made outstanding contributions to protecting the property safety of the people."

"After serious study, the organization has decided to admit Comrade Wang Deming into the Chinese New Democratic Youth League. Zhang Tianyong and Lu Qinghuan are the introducers."

"I hope Comrade Wang Deming will continue to work hard, continue to shine in his ordinary post, and strive to join the party as soon as possible!"

Lu Qinghuan turned around and picked up the black leather briefcase on the desk. He took out an application form from it and spread it flat on the desk. He waved to Wang Deming and pointed his index finger at the bottom of the application form. "Deming, sign here."

"Haha, Principal Zhang and I are more familiar with your situation, and we have filled in the rest for you."

"Oh." Wang Deming took out the pen from his chest with stiff hands and feet, swallowed nervously, slowly stood up and moved to the desk.

Looking down, I saw a few big red words at the top of the document: "China New Democratic Youth League", and the second line was a slightly smaller "Application Form for Membership".

Below that is personal information, including name, age, ethnicity, alma mater, etc.

At the bottom right is the applicant's signature.

Lu Qinghuan understood Wang Deming's state very well. Wouldn't any aspiring young person be so excited when joining the league?

He smiled slightly and tapped twice on the applicant's signature. "Deming, sign here."

After Wang Deming stiffly wrote his name stroke by stroke, Lu Qinghuan put the application form into his briefcase, took out a membership card and handed it to him.

Wang Deming took it with his hands in a daze.

The first thing that catches your eye is the fiery red background that looks like blood, and the bright red party flag with a crossed hammer and sickle in the middle.

At the top it says "New Democratic Youth League"

There are three big characters at the bottom: "Membership Card"

At the bottom is the issuing authority: "Beijing City Youth League Headquarters"

Open the fold, and you will see a big five-pointed star on the upper half that is always emitting light.

The left half is in print: Every young league member must: study ***'s thoughts diligently; constantly improve their political and cultural level; connect with the masses, unite the masses, and actively serve the people
The right half is the name, gender and age.
Department Residence
and number: 9527
Issuing authority and the League Secretariat: Jiang Nanxiang, handwritten signature.

A big red seal is stamped on it!

Wang Deming tremblingly closed the membership card that cost more than a thousand gold, and looked at Zhang Tianyong and Lu Qinghuan in confusion.

The two commanders smiled and looked at Wang Deming's performance with satisfaction.

"Deming, don't get excited, you still have a long way to go in the future!"

“Never slack off on your learning and growth.”

"We must continue to hold ourselves to high standards and specifications!"

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"We are both waiting to be your introducers to the party!"

Wang Deming was completely confused!
Me. How can I be so worthy of this?

Only then did the two leaders take time out from their busy schedules to come and give me the Youth League membership card.
Today, I finally managed to trick the two leaders of the big mansions with my great efforts.
My lovely wife and concubines and carved beams and painted buildings are waiting for me!

Why are my eyes filled with tears?
(End of this chapter)