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"Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers."
It doesn't matter who said this sentence, but it inspired a young man in Tonghua, Jilin Province to make persistent efforts in Dongzhou, a southern city thousands of kilometers away from home, from ordinary middle school teachers to vice principals, to principals, to become the youngest deputy director and director of the Education Bureau in the history of this riverside and coastal city, to become a political star in Dongzhou and even Ran Ran, Qingjiang Province, and to serve as vice mayor of Dongzhou in the future, according to people around him.
Fiona Fang lay quietly in bed, thinking about his day's work with his eyes closed, and smiling involuntarily. In front of his eyes, he saw the headmaster's admiring eyes and kind smile, as if he had heard the headmaster's inspiring words: "Xiao Fang, your report materials are really well written." This time, our school will be a hit. " Work hard, the work has not been in vain. "
"You and I agreed not to mention the sad past and promised never to make each other sad ..."
The familiar melody came from the mobile phone again. Whose phone is this? Fiona Fang lifted the lid, it was a strange number. Fiona Fang asked. ...
Don't forget to adopt it.