Reborn on Top of Football

"The leader told me..."

Wang Bin waved his hand to stop Wang Ai: "The leader told you, you don't need to tell me."

In the living room late at night, Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing were still waiting for Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian, but Wang Ai was not allowed to relay the leader's words.

Wang Ai was stunned, and Xu Qinglian said with a smile: "Mom, Dad, I won't tell you the specifics, but the direction is OK? Mainly sports, overseas, philosophy, and I also asked a little about the CPPCC members. The leader was very chatty, and my wife was also He pulled me and talked a lot."

Wang Bin nodded to express satisfaction with his daughter-in-law's words. Ai Xiaoqing asked with concern: "Have you given any instructions?"

"There is nothing specific, but there are expectations in the direction."

"Can it be done?"

"Some can, some..." Xu Qinglian hesitated: "We are not sure about the standard of leadership. We just need to exert our influence and coordinate with the corresponding departments to do more work for the motherland."

Ai Xiaoqing looked at Wang Bin, who nodded: "Do your best. Qinglian, you have also been a leader. You will understand if you think about it from others' perspective."

Xu Qinglian really thought about it, then nodded with a smile: "I understand, there is work to be done, and attitude is more important."

Wang Bin smiled broadly: "Yes, the work can't be finished at once. If you don't do it well this time, you will have to do it next time, but attitude is the key and determines the growth of a cadre. This is like the relationship between a red and a professional. , Only expertise can play a role. If you are not popular, being expert may actually have a negative effect."

Ai Xiaoqing: "Are you okay?"

"Well, I didn't dare to do everything, but my attitude should be okay. The doctor always looked directly into the leader's eyes and was very focused when listening to the leader's expectations. He didn't hear me twice when I spoke to him. The leader and his wife were very It’s nice to see him thinking hard.”

"That's good." Wang Bin breathed a sigh of relief: "The position is high, so you can't float."

Only then did Wang Ai have time to speak: "What are you doing? I'm just a soldier."

Wang Bin used to have a straight face when he saw his son: "What little soldier? You will also be a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference next year. Every move involves many things. You must be serious and stop talking nonsense."

Wang Ai rolled his eyes covertly, but his expression was solemn: "Yeah."

Wang Bin doesn't have much to do with his current son. His achievements are too high, too loud, and too legendary. At this point, many worldly standards of judgment no longer apply. The average cultural and sports star has to bow down in front of power, but how many can make their sons bow down now? Most of them treat each other as equals: I am outstanding in sports, you are outstanding in politics, and we feel sympathy for each other.

In contrast, although Wang Bin's rank is equivalent to that of deputy minister, because he is from a people's organization and he has never worked within the system, he is only "equivalent". Even though he has been the executive vice president in the past few years and has become more and more solid in actually presiding over work, it is only in the light industry, and few people outside this circle know him.