I recoiled when lightning struck me head-on, and I was afraid that I had escaped. Is it useful? Useful is useless, so what's the point of unyielding struggle?
Some people say that as long as you are smart, I admit that talent is twice the result with half the effort, and talent also needs foreign knowledge to fill it. For example, what happened to Shang? Everyone is so sad! For example, in the Qing dynasty, they were not enterprising and arrogant! Hundreds of years of history have disappeared. For example, Zhang Fei, because of Guan Yu's death, beat and scolded his subordinates, which led to rebellion and was eventually killed by his subordinates. Sad and hateful! I am sad for being killed innocently, and I hate taking it out on others because of my low emotional intelligence. These things or people regret because of their low emotional intelligence, and regret for thousands of years!
So is emotional intelligence high-energy successful? Of course not. I admit that emotional intelligence is very important in today's society, which can almost represent a person's life. But if there is no IQ, only EQ is the next Jinhui Emperor Sima Zhong. As Edison famously said, genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. But that one percent of inspiration is the most important, even more important than 99 percent of sweat.
This sentence itself was not stolen, but the key sentence behind it was omitted every time: "But 1% inspiration is the most important, even more important than 99% sweat. Perhaps this is the so-called "a small difference, thousands of miles away"! Most of the traitors in history have high emotional intelligence. For example, Hu, who was favored by Zhu Yuanzhang for many years, was disloyal, tried to replace Zhu Yuanzhang and was finally executed. Most of these traitors have low IQ and short-sightedness. They only seek immediate interests, bring disaster to the country and the people, and finally deserve it.
If IQ is a spear, then EQ is a shield, and the two complement each other, regardless of strength.
With a spear and shield in my hand, I was calm. I looked up at the mountain and strode forward, unaware of the thunder rolling behind me.