It's often said that leaders are useless, and that's actually true. Leaders are often incompetent at everything and never satisfied with anything. But why are they able to become leaders? By giving gifts... Even leaders who bought their positions through gifts must have some ability. Otherwise, those who are hopeless, incapable of speaking publicly, too concerned with saving face to get things done, or too shy to keep quiet, cannot be leaders.
They are all ordinary people. Those who are good at studying, have good grades, are outstanding in their work, and can organize and develop markets are considered talents. Talented people are rare, but their salaries are generally average. Those with outstanding performance and thriving careers, no matter who they sleep with or who they have affairs with, they get things done. They are called important people. Important people are paid high salaries, and not everyone can be competent.
A leader is someone who is nothing special, yet can manipulate talented people to their side, and even bring enemies to their side to serve them. They deceive their superiors and subordinates, playing both sides of right and wrong, good and evil.
This leadership skill, that leadership experience, why not take a look at the ancient classic "Zizhi Tongjian"? It's a book that teaches people how to be leaders and how to manipulate power. Of course, Chen Chu has now also grasped the benefits of manipulating people, which is the allure of power.
As he watched Yan San make arrangements, he suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if Yan San's power was at his disposal, saving him a lot of trouble. Was this what leadership was all about?
I need to utilize all the talented people under my command. I don't need to be particularly strong or outstanding, but as long as I have talented people under my command, and I can manipulate and control them at will... then I'm awesome...
Sometimes fighting and killing are useless; a flash of inspiration is the right way.
Chen Chu smiled slightly. He saw Yan San enter the village office first, and after a few words, he brought Xu Guozhong out. Liu Haiyan was stunned.
"Hey, Brother Yan, what are you doing?"
Yan San glared at him: "What are you doing? Get Xu Guozhong to work and repair the road. What's he doing fiddling with his abacus in the village? Hurry up! Even Deputy Village Chief Chen is repairing the road. What's he, a mere accountant, doing pretending?"
Xu Guozhong was completely confused.
He was given a broom and told to sweep the main road. Then Yan San went to the fields to find someone else.
I saw Sun Wu just after passing the house.
"Sun Wu! You come here right now! Stop right there! What are you doing? Coming here to fix the road! Why? Don't you use the main road in the village? Fine, then hurry up and fix the road. Stop talking nonsense. Do you want me to invite you over... huh?"
Sun Wu shrank back, having just been about to go to the karaoke bar, but then thought, "Forget it, I shouldn't offend Yan San's father." He picked up a shovel and went over there, shoveling something as if he were doing something, but he didn't actually do any work.
Yan San, making arrangements, yelled at Liu San, who was driving a taxi, "Sanzi, stop! Go fix the road! Damn it, the road's all broken, what kind of taxi are you driving? There's no road left, how can you even drive? Fine! If you don't fix the road, I won't let you drive on this road anymore, you try driving your taxi there! I'll smash your car to pieces..."
Liu San shrank back, thinking to himself, "Did Yan San take the wrong medicine today? Fine, I give up..." He obediently went home to get a shovel and repair the road.
"Wang Xiaoyan!" Yan San shouted again, straining his neck.
Wang Xiaoyan was hauling corn stalks home when his cart got stuck. The road had been fine until a snowfall. The next day, the weather warmed up and the snow melted. Since it wasn't the dead of winter, the snow hadn't frozen over. As the snow melted, the road became muddy, and the potholes were filled with water. The cart got stuck in the pothole and couldn't move.
Wang Dasheng was still working in the field, while Wang Xiaoyan was driving the cart; his legs were still weak.
He ran into Yan San and immediately said, "Brother Yan San, please help me push the cart."
Yan San glared at him and said, "Aren't you going to repair the road?"
Wang Xiaoyan curled his lip and said, "Who's going to fix that junk? Let whoever wants to fix it fix it. We're not going to fix that. Don't listen to Chen Chu's nagging, we don't care about him..."
Yan San snorted coldly, thinking to himself that Chen Chu was Widow Sun's sworn brother. In her love letter to him, Widow Sun had specifically instructed him to listen to her sworn brother and to do more good deeds for the village. If everyone said that Yan San was a good person, she would be able to marry him. Otherwise, who would want to marry a scoundrel? That would be such a bad reputation.
Yan San felt a surge of excitement, but upon seeing Wang Xiaoyan, he coldly sneered, "Wang Dehuai, how can you be so clueless! Hmm? How can your manners be so poor?"
Wang Xiaoyan didn't understand, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Brother Yan, don't go yet, help me push the cart..."
"Push the car? Okay..." Yan San also realized that if this road wasn't fixed, it could trap Wang Xiaoyan's car today and trap someone else's car tomorrow.
Yan San snorted coldly, braced his shoulder against the back of the cart, and the young tiger used the momentum to exert a few whooshing efforts, directly shoving forward. The cart of corn stalks, which was already off course, was suddenly bent up by Yan San's shove, and the cart of corn stalks crashed straight down towards Wang Xiaoyan.
"Ouch..." Wang Xiaoyan tried to dodge, but his legs were not working properly. A cartload of corn stalks hit him and buried him. The animal was also a bit angry and stomped on him a few times.
Wang Xiaoyan cried out "Oh my god!" and nearby villagers rushed over and pulled him out.
Yan San, hands on his hips, shouted, "One laborer from each household, all of you go and repair the road! Listen to Deputy Village Chief Chen! Anyone who disobeys... hmph, I, Yan San, will be the first to not let them off..."
...
Many hands make light work. With the help of fifty or sixty people, a road can be repaired in half a day. However, the road surface is not something that can be fixed after one repair, but rather requires routine maintenance.
Wang Xiaoyan's livestock were used to transport soil, and several other families' livestock were also used to pull carts to transport soil. Even Widow Sun came over with a shovel to help. Wang Xiaoyan also came, and Liu Cui and Sun Yuan also came to participate in the labor.
As more and more people gathered, Zhang Cai was happy, and Liu Haiyan was also genuinely happy. Since the village separated from the collective economy and started individual farming under the reform and opening up, everyone had been doing their own thing. It was rare for the villagers to be together so lively and bustling, with young women, wives, young men, and old men all participating in labor and production together.
Life is getting better and better now than before, and we have better food and clothing, but it's becoming less and less humane than it used to be.
Wang Xiaoyan also came to work, limping along. When the old man saw everyone chatting and laughing together, his old face seemed to have returned to its former glory. Dragging his limping legs, he also picked up a shovel and started leveling the dirt road.
Xu Guozhong pouted and glared angrily at Chen Chu, who was gesturing wildly.
I thought to myself, "This bastard, when did he become Yan San's buddy? Damn, Yan San just choked me so hard he almost made a hole in my neck..."
It was almost dark when Chen Chu finally saw Ma Xiaohe and his second aunt coming from afar. His second aunt had messy hair and looked like a haystack. She looked like she was splitting her legs, while Ma Xiaohe seemed to be yawning from exhaustion.
Chen Chu thought to himself, "Those two are really damn capable, both night and day. Ma Xiaohe's fighting power is truly extraordinary. He probably split his second aunt's hip in two..."
Pan Feng yawned and took a detour. She was a woman and didn't need to repair the road. Ma Xiaohe, on the other hand, listlessly shoveled dirt with a shovel.
He walked up to Chen Chu and chuckled.
Chen Chu asked in a low voice, "How many times did you sleep with your second aunt during this whole night and day?"
Ma Xiaohe smiled but didn't say anything. Chen Chu had to ask him several times before he finally said, "Eighteen..."
I'm so rough!
Chen Chu cursed, thinking that Ma Xiaohe was a real beast. He had only slept with Liu Bingbing, such a beautiful woman, twelve times at most, and he was already exhausted. Even if he couldn't even hold his rice bowl after sleeping with Liu Bingbing, he had still put all his energy into Liu Bingbing.
Ma Xiaohe actually did it six more times than him? My kidneys! Chen Chu felt a pain in his kidneys. He thought to himself, no wonder Ma Xiaohe's second aunt's legs were all X-shaped when she walked earlier, like the rim of a bicycle that had been in a car accident, all turned into a gourd shape.
Ma Xiaohe must have completely destroyed his body.
...
Zhang Cai was moved by the sight of everyone repairing the road. He quickly called Xu Guozhong and Liu Haiyan over and said, "The men in our village, young and old, have all had a tough time. They've put aside their own work to help repair the road. Um, I'll take the money and go...go to the township and buy twenty catties of mutton. There aren't enough people to eat anything good. Let's bring the big pot from the village's twelve-seal pot so everyone can have some mutton soup to warm up..."
Xu Guozhong agreed and rode his motorcycle to the township. He couldn't buy any mutton, so he went to the Dayangshu Restaurant and got back twenty jin of mutton. Then he and a few old women set up a pot at the village office.
In the countryside, firewood is plentiful; a simple scattering yields a huge pile of branches and wood. Before long, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys, and the aroma of fresh mutton wafts far and wide in the dark night.
At this moment, Chen Chu finished adjusting the broadcast system.
Zhang Cai announced over the loudspeaker: "Dear men and women of Xiaoyangshu Village, I won't say anything more. You must all be exhausted today. Go home and bring your big bowls, come to the village and have a bowl of mutton soup or something..."
After Zhang Cai finished speaking, he choked up and couldn't continue. Chen Chu then said a few more words.
The crowd dispersed, carrying their tools home to fetch large bowls for mutton soup. In truth, their cultivation of Taoism was nearly complete.
Xu Guozhong also ran home and returned shortly afterward carrying a large iron basin.
Liu Haiyan cursed, "Nobody serve soup to Xu Guozhong! Xu Guozhong, what are you doing bringing your foot bath basin over here?"
Xu Guozhong chuckled: "Haiyan, Haiyan, give me less, serve me less soup..."
"No way! There's such a big pot of soup. If you take a whole bowl, what are the others supposed to drink? Go back and get some bigger bowls, right now. I'm in charge of serving the soup today..."
...
Free food is always good, especially food and drink. Free food and drink, even something as simple as cabbage stewed with tofu, is better than paying for braised pork.
Everyone lined up to get their share of mutton soup. It was just a token gesture. More than a hundred people participated in the work, and once it was time to drink the soup, the whole family, young and old, would come and drink it together.
In the dim light of the night, a tall figure was still working, contrasting with the bustling queue for mutton soup. He had a flashlight wrapped in a towel on his head and a shovel in his hand, repairing some of the uneven village roads.
The road has actually been repaired, but the edges and corners still need maintenance.
However, the man was still carefully inspecting and repairing the equipment. Sweat slowly trickled down his neck, but his large, dark head continued to examine it meticulously, his expression extremely solemn.
Just then, a slender figure strolled over.
"Brothers Yan, take a break, have a bowl of mutton soup, and then get back to work..."
Yan San was stunned. The mountain-like man suddenly seemed to collapse, too excited to speak. Even the iron-willed man's eyes were now a little moist: "Sister...Sister Sun..."