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>The director made a hasty speech and came to the office with a tiger face and said: Why are you here? The director's father said: "Why do you have such a tone?" You haven't been home for several months. Is it wrong for your mother and I to come see you? The director said: Then you can't call me by my nickname in front of so many people, right? How unpleasant it is to hear! The director's father asked back, "What's wrong? Once you become the director, you won't be allowed to call me Dung Dan. If you don't allow me to be called Dung Dan, then what will you call me Dung Dan?" The director said: What is it called? You can call me dung heap, dung fork, donkey egg, or dog egg at home, but not here. This is a bureau. You have to take my identity into consideration. You have to call me Director Tang, Director Tang Honggang. This is called civilization. It's to protect my dignity, understand? The director's father's beard trembled in anger, and he gasped and said: You coward, you don't think your mother and I are comrades, and you teach me a lesson. Remember, with us, you will always be a shit egg, a shit egg, a shit egg! After saying that, he threw down the things he brought to the director, picked up his wife and went back to his hometown.
< > The director's father fell ill when he returned home. When the villagers learned the cause, they all shook their heads like a rattle. The director heard that his father was sick and hurried back to visit him. As soon as they entered the village, those who were discerning and wanted to ask the director for help said politely: The director is back, Director Tang is here, and the elders who had previously met the director and called him a piece of shit now met the director. But they all squinted and said: Director Tang Honggang, you are here! The shameful director wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
< > Back home, the director squatted in front of his sick father's bed and said with a choked sob: Dad, I'm here to see you! After saying that, I felt sad and tears fell. The director's father took the director's hand and sighed and said: Shitdan, good son, it's not easy for you to manage a hundred or ten people!