几年前画过一幅漫画，叫《年三十，人在海外》。

多年在漂泊在外，过年常常是过完才想起来。今年突然有些伤感起来。

 

狼是一种群居动物，老狼常常会被狼群赶走，孤独地在雪地里行走。

今天把我的爱特玛送走了，因为我周一要去为生计出差。踩着雪往家走时，想起了那只老狼。它在想什么呢？会不会因为世界把它忘了而悲伤？会不会突然有些害怕，有些忧愁？也许它什么都没想，只是在想下一顿饭。也许它连下一顿饭也没有想，只是累了，想找个地方舔舔自己的毛，睡一觉。

 

也许，我也应该躺下来，睡一觉。

明天，还要去寻找下一顿饭呢。

 

 

最近一阵子，红尘万丈，凡心太重，心凡便生烦。

夜不寐，读《金刚经》，息事宁人。

佛告须菩提：“诸菩萨摩诃萨应如是降伏其心！所有一切众生之类：若卵生、若胎生、若湿生、若化生；若有色、若无色；若有想、若无想、若非有想非无想，我皆令入无余涅盘而灭度之。如是灭度无量无数无边众生，实无众生得灭度者。何以故？须菩提！若菩萨有我相、人相、众生相、寿者相，即非菩萨。”

灭度，一个极其有趣的概念。

先灭之再度之。灭了，也就度了。菩萨是一个很妙的境界，无我，无寿，无人无众生相。所有的生物都具有与生存、繁衍相关的所谓的本能，也就七情六欲。七情六欲，从外部讲，就是人相。这种生存和繁衍的需要驱动力，和其他个体的关系，就形成了社会，也就营就了众生相。这些东西在主观上的反射，就是我相，我相的一个延伸——就是寿相。如果没有存在，也有没有了消灭。哦，和菩萨原来是不可以讨论有无的。

 

布施

布施，另一个佛教概念。

修行者云游四方，靠别人“布施”过日子。接受布施的人，旨在唤醒人世善心，其实比布施别人的人牛多了。知道吗？那是在“度”您哪！那是在救世。

要想成为菩萨吗？“应无所住，行于布施”。而布施的手法，要“不住于相”，你施我物质，我施你精神。

 读《金刚经》第十八分：一体同观。

程序设计里有一种方法，叫“辛格顿”。把重要的功能放做成静态参数，别的功能一旦被赋予起始条件便自然都具备了同样的功能。而且保证是唯一的。

佛法原来也有着东西。为什么佛能洞察世间的千千万万心，皆因“诸心皆为非心”。

无法便是大法。这句话最好用来说股票市场——不可测，不可法，完全的白噪音，便是最大的规律。

 

 须菩提！若有人言：如来若来若去、若坐若卧，是人不解我所说义。何以故？如来者，无所从来，亦无所去，故名如来。”

哦，如来者，无来亦无去，无所从来亦无所去。

如有，无有亦无无。

如情，无爱亦无恨。

如功，无贵亦无贱。

只剩下一片白茫茫大地真干净。找到了这块白茫茫大地，离佛大致不远了。

 

 

 

 

 

 

女儿暑期回国，收获颇大，这是她给校报写的文章。

 

Since July 13, 2001, the day the International Olympic Committee elected Beijing as the

home of 2008 Games, Olympics-mania ensued for Chinese people everywhere. “Beijing 2008” became an icon, symbolizing change and hope. Suddenly, for people in China, there was no escape from Olympics paraphernalia: every commercial, every song, every billboard and statue was created in name of the Olympic Games—even the most irrelevant products carried a “Beijing 2008” stamp as a badge of honor.

Though I was born and raised in Chicago, as an Asian-American of Chinese descent, I visit family in China almost every year. With the assignment of the Olympic Games announced, I decided seven years ago that 2008 would be no exception—I had to be in Beijing during the Olympics; besides, according to almost every successful singer in China, “Beijing welcomed me.”

However, despite all the hype, the biggest event in my China trip 2008 turned out to take place outside the five-ring road setup of Beijing.

Though I was in China for the whole duration of the Olympics, I only stayed in Beijing for the first few days of the Olympics—just long enough to catch one preliminary soccer game. For the rest of my five weeks in China, I stayed in Yunnan, home to beautiful mountains and the rich culture from 25 of the 56 recognized ethnic groups in China. The capital of Yunnan, Kunming, is also home to most of my maternal relatives, and recently became a temporary home to 500 some children displaced from the tragic SiChuan earthquake in May.

After a twenty-three hour train ride and countless medical tests, the 500 children were assigned nine different elementary schools for boarding while their parents rebuilt their lives. Among those nine schools and 500 kids, was Kunming Guan Du District Guan Shang Elementary School No. 2 and the 39 SiChuan students it welcomed, both of which I had the honor and pleasure of working with. My cousin and I, both somewhat fluent in Chinese and English (she more fluent in Chinese and I more fluent in English) volunteered at the school for almost three weeks as teachers, counselors and companions to the kids.

While they were welcoming of us, they were also extremely cautious with the children’s safety. It took some persistence and a lot of procedures and paperwork for the administration to allow us to begin work—they don’t usually accept volunteers from outside their faculty. The Assistant Principal said, “You have to understand, especially with the possible chaos of the Olympics right now, we have to be extremely careful with who we let into the school. Plus, now that we are beginning registration for new students, this school is only so big—not every student can get in—there may be some upset parents and you never know, things could get complicated. Safety of students is always number one.”

After each day, we were required to record the days’ activities for liability and safety reasons. Before organizing a field day, birthday celebration and talent show, we were required to write up an official proposal listing every safety concern and precaution we would take to ensure the students’ safety.

The organization, carefulness, compassion, and generosity of the school were truly remarkable. Teachers sacrificed their precious summer vacations to take turns with 48-hour shifts taking care of the kids ages nine to 12, but it was easy to tell that none of them minded the extra face time with the well-behaved kids—each teacher we saw had such sincere fondness for every child.

Teachers on duty lived with students in two classrooms-turned-dorm rooms, one for boys and one for girls (public schools don’t exactly have luxurious budgets, which also accounts for the fact that so many schools collapsed in the earthquake, and so many children had to pay the price). Each dorm room consisted of rows of bunk beds, one desk per two students, a plastic bin per student to carry all of their belongings (it was more than enough space for the four outfits and toys they received through donations), a pretty nice TV, and of course about twenty students. One room housed more kids than my whole freshman dorm including prefects and house counselors, and I complained about a one room double?

For kids who have the freedom of living with friends and no parents around (except for letters written to their parents’ tents and a weekly phone call), every child was surprisingly disciplined and polite. Though according to the faculty, they were not always like that, the school had taught them well. One teacher said, “It’s good to let go and have fun with the kids, but when it’s time to be strict, we have to be strict—when it comes down to it, we are the teachers and we are responsible for them when their parents aren’t here.” Another added, “When they first came to us, there were 50 kids, some were sent home for various reasons, and some couldn’t handle being away from their parents but all of them were quite rowdy, and took everything for granted. They were nothing like how they are now. Now, when we take field trips with any of the other eight schools [with students from SiChuan], everyone knows that our kids are the most pleasant and well-behaved.”

It’s completely true—I could not believe how respectful and generous these kids are. These kids lost their homes, personal belongings, schools, and a lot of their friends, but sadly, they are the lucky ones—most of them still have both of their parents and all of their siblings. However, despite the brave faces and happy attitudes, there’s no way something as traumatizing as a 8.0 magnitude earthquake didn’t affect them in a big way.

On August 30, 2008, there was another earthquake in SiChuan with 6.1 magnitude which was even felt a little bit in Kunming. The younger children were so scared they would not leave the teachers’ side. The older children were a little more relaxed, some were half-joking half-making up hypothetical scenarios and making some mental preparations. Yan Ming said, “If there was another earthquake here, I’d figure out some way to take everybody’s Ramen Noodles because that’s all we need to live off of during an earthquake—Ramen Noodles.”

Li FengLing said, “[Yan Ming] is too selfish! If there was another earthquake, I’d go into the buildings and save people first. Then, they’d be so thankful to me that they’d give me all their Ramen Noodles!”

But no matter how scared or seemingly greedy with their Ramen, I was in awe of their strength, appreciation and kindness.

On our last day, we threw a birthday party for three of the students. They were so touched that we would go out and buy a cake for them that they almost all began to cry (the older one stopped himself)—they said that no one had ever done anything so nice for them, and that the school and their families can’t afford to throw a party with a cake. They appreciated it so much that they insisted on cutting the cake themselves, but they gave cake to everyone else in the class, but left very little for themselves.

These children didn’t really have much in terms of materialistic objects—all they had was what was donated to them, and yet on our last day, every kid wracked their brains—and their bins—for parting gifts to give us.

Some of the kids wrote notes, almost all of the kids drew pictures, and a lot of the kids gave stuffed animals, books or anything they thought was remotely presentable. All of these souvenirs seem so much more meaningful than any kind of Olympic paraphernalia (though I did get that, too) and they are all now on display or put to use in my room.

Ma ShuMan drew a picture with a note: “I drew this picture from the bottom of my heart because you’ve worked so hard these passed few days just to make us happy, you put us before yourself…Thank you, and I wish you happiness in America.”

Ma Jie, gave me his giant stuffed animal that each child received to keep them company. When I told him I couldn’t accept that gift because he needed it he said, “I want you to have it…I don’t need him anymore because I want to give him to you so you won’t forget me. Please just take him back to the U.S. with you.”

 

 

  如果把完美和残缺放到天平上去称量，当然完美要重很多。

一块无暇的美玉可以镶嵌在帝王的头饰上，一块有瑕疵的玉石也许只能做赶车老汉的烟袋嘴。于是乎，追求完美也许应该是天经地义的事情。

完美和价值似乎成线性正比。可是人们往往忘记掉这个图形还有另外一个重要的轴——真实。一件事情的价值是由这两个轴之间的面积决定的，如果真实等于零，那么完美的价值也等于零。就好比古董收藏里一个完美的仿制瓷盘，其价值远远赶不上一个真实的残片。

这个简单的数学公式很多人却搞不明白。

比方说，奥运的开幕式够完美的了吧？可谓让世界折服，可惜画蛇添足式的一个“形象完美”，用一个更“完美”的小姑娘假唱《歌唱祖国》，败坏了多少人两三年的努力造就的完美！要我讲，杨小姑娘和林小姑娘形象区别带来的遗憾如果是一粒米的话，造假造成的遗憾就是一头象。真正地捡了芝麻，丢了西瓜。况且，当全世界的各大杂志报纸网站纷纷登了杨小姑娘的照片后，一大半的人并不认为林小姑娘更漂亮。

比方说，丽江以前有个石牌坊，虽然被破环了，但是那几个残柱断匾却是真真实实的古迹。新修的木府金碧辉煌，可惜木老爷没有在里面住过一天，再多的政要题词也不会把它提成一个文物古迹。而真正的石牌坊的遗迹现在早被赝品取代了。

很多地方在“打造”旅游景点的时候，常常把价值连城的真迹一铲子铲了，代之以赝品。着让我想起有些贩子走村串寨，用新碗换旧碗。村夫们不知道，清代的瓷盘换一个新碗，还乐不颠颠的。

这种村夫文化意识比比皆是。比方说，沉淀几千年的地名，要赶潮流，统统给改了。我想多少年以后，老师在课堂上讲历史，只好说， “这个地方原名某某在二十一世纪初期，由于当地官员追求虚浮，被改成了某某，查文献时要注意”。一个锃亮崭新的地名，给父母官带来几年十分值得争议的效益，不知改名的官员是否留意到自己会以另一种方式遗臭万年？

到希腊的游人如织。在阿波罗神庙的遗迹面前见到国内来的观光团，一个胖嫂嘴一撇，“就这德性呀，有什么好看的？一片乱石！”啊，咱要看的是大红大绿的雕梁画栋，真假无妨，新碗，能盛饭就行。大致反映了国人的一维审美观。

我不敢想象如果希腊政府把宙斯神庙和阿波罗神庙都修成新的，在全世界会引起什么反响，大概所有的旅游景点都得关张。要看假的，在哪里看不好？谁愿意千里迢迢跑那么老远来看！

电影界的审美观向多维转换大概是上世纪中的事情。如果看二十、三十、四十年代的电影，舞台味儿十足，男女主角哪怕在沙漠里饿了三天也还是油头粉面地美着。现代的电影就要好得多。刚看了Herzog 导的《重见天日》，花絮里讲，为了表现越战战俘的真实生活，几个主要演员全都得把体重减成骷髅级。美吗？一维地看，形象吓死人。可是加上真实这个轴，Herzog 完全是在追求100% 的完美。

什么时候懂得多维的美，国人的审美也就和世界接轨了。

 

 

 

 

穿高跟鞋跟牧猫是两个不同的概念。怎么扯到一起的，还得归功于我最近的学习提高。

先讲牧猫。

前一阵子被送去不脱产学习，（其实是公司变着法子收走了我六个月的周末）。作业之一是个六个各部门的“精英”们合做一个项目。项目 开始后才发现我是一个异类。同学们不愧为高效模范，两周功夫就做出来了一大堆“规程”——有会议规程，记录规程，采访规程，资料整理规程，电子邮件联系规程，电话联系规程….我想再继续下去，就会出来吃饭规程，睡觉规程，走路规程，打喷嚏规程。我对规程过敏。面对这一大堆规程，我出现了各种不适症状，比方说，心悸、冒虚汗，烦躁，以致几乎情绪失控，而我的同伴们却仍然孜孜不倦，乐此不疲。如此不同的反应，让我很清楚地意识到我自己的异类身份。经过努力观察、分析、思索，终于明白了关键的区别。

公司里的物种其实有两种，猫和羊。管理方法因此也分牧羊法和牧猫法。多数的部门都是羊的部门，少数的部门是猫的部门。

 

羊是人群里的大多数，如果把人的特性做一个高斯分布，两个SD (standard deviation )之内的大多数是羊，也称群众。而猫则在曲线的两端，好猫，坏猫。（其实牧猫法最早之猫分类法还是咱们中国的邓小平发明的）。羊需要领袖，需要领导，需要规矩，因此需要规程。领导的责任在于制定出一大堆规程来，问题还没有搞清楚，结果却早已是在预料之中的了，按照规程做出来的东西，如同麦当劳的汉堡包一样，走到哪里都是一个味道。这便是管理学里的牧羊法，麦当劳式的管理，是牧羊法成功的最好例。

 

有些工作是不能由羊担任的，比方说抓老鼠。比方说，研究、开发。我在的部门就是一个猫场。如果能够把结果都“规程”出来，我早就把猫们都遣回家，自己独吞老鼠肉了。牧猫就得动动脑筋了。首先要有足够的肉，而不是用规程。把规程往那一放，猫们早四散了。当然肉的作用也不大，吃饱了猫还是各跑各的。最好的方法是把老鼠洞指給它们看，牧猫人只需根据所捕老鼠的多少发肉就是了。牧猫好几年，大大小小老鼠抓了很多，全仗无规程。

 

不幸的是，我们猫场地处羊圈的包围之中，不时有领导前来将各式规程发与我。当然，规程确实也有用处，比方说女性走路的规程之一——高跟鞋。本来走路一跛三拐的，穿上它虽说走不快，却是袅袅娜娜的。本来矮的可以垫高，也挺胸了，也抬头了。大家穿上它，都成了淑女。高跟鞋当然不能发给猫们穿，穿上就抓不住老鼠了。只好我一个人穿。行文，报告，演示。把三脚猫包装成淑女，包括我必须参加的这个牧羊训练。

 

穿着高跟鞋牧猫，这便是我现在正在干的工作。

 

这两天上班蓬头垢面，呵欠连天，都是奥运闹的！

比方说看体操女团，一看就看到到半夜。

男子拿牌，咱们就不提了。那叫“势在必得”，想不得都不行。前苏联垮了，美国队又伤了主力，金牌除了往中国兜里蹦，都没地方去。

女团不易。一反其他项目阴盛阳衰，体操相反，大约沾点舞蹈艺术一类的，女子反而难。中国女团奥运梦大约做了好多年了。

一看中国队那伙娃娃兵，外界舆论大叫“不够年龄！”恶毒的还大嚷快拿点婴儿食品来！

没有证据，不敢妄评那几个姑娘是否够年龄，不过我相信有很多搞体操的都少相。

 

这让我想起一个人来，我的铁哥儿们小小。（小小若看见这篇侃你的，别介意）。

小小是我们体操队的队长。我们古时候体操队没有那么漂亮的队服，大家伙穿件翻领的红色运动服，一条蓝色的针织灯笼裤就算是登上体育殿堂了。一群小镇上的土猴子，本来应该是粗瓷大碗朽木一类，跟体操搭不上茬子的材料。只是那时功课轻松，早几年小镇中学里出了个人物，跳舞唱歌都行，更不得了的是会劈叉、下腰翻跟斗。一时成了女孩子们的偶像，于是人人把腿搭在大木头桌子上压，在草地上，秸杆垛子上翻跟斗下腰，草根出来一片准体操运动员。没有电脑游戏也有好处，一下课就去占学校院子里的双杠，能在上面翻两圈就是最大的幸福。

到上中学时，把这伙马路运动员集合起来，就成了我们学校的体操队。

 

教练是我的班主任，倒是科班出身，每天放学以后就参加训练。几个月下来，也可以像模像样参加比赛了。正好有一次全国业余少年体操比赛，省里要组队，各地区参加选拔，我们这伙土猴子便被告知，暑期不许回家，参加集训。

 

以为只是和往常一样练练玩玩，然后就可以到外地去逛了。集训开始了才知道钢铁是怎样炼成的。

省里派来了教练，是中国最早出名的体操运动员王维俭。当时她已不太年轻，说话软软的，但很有威慑力。真正领教王冠军的厉害是一次跳马，我从马上摔了下来，拉伤了韧带（至今还疼哪！）

“怎么搞的！重来！”

“报告教练，腿伤了！”

“重新跳！”她好像没有听见也没有看见。

我咬着牙一瘸拐地勉强做了一个起跳的姿势 ，当然不可能跳 。“ 法西斯！”一边在心里骂。

“跳不了也得在一边站着看！”我就这样站了一节课。

 

不玩了，不玩了！一点都不好玩！吃饭要控制体重，训练那么艰苦，回家摸泥鳅去了！我小人家纠集了一个同伙，（或许是同伙纠集了我，记不清了）卷铺盖溜了。

至于我们如何被教练捉住，捏了回来，如何站在队列前展示逃兵的英姿，有损我的光辉形象，暂时失忆，就恕不细述了。

言归正传，与我们成鲜明对比的是小小。

小小其实比我大一岁，只是个头比我小整整一圈。也许是吃了长生不老药，十二岁以后就停止生长了。一群人站在一起，她在里头好像是混进来的小学生，怎么看怎么小，大家叫她小小。一到训练场，小小便成了另外一个人。柔韧性，弹跳，爆发力都是一流的。我们这伙人每人都只是一招鲜，比方说我，技巧连规定动作都做得不好，光凭杠上能搞出一两下什么骑撑前回环一周半之类的便混入队伍（当然后来在大学看见男生想达国标，连个吸身后翻都不会做，才知道骑撑前回环也挺唬人的）。其他几个队友都有自己的难处。只有小小是全能的材料，自由体操动作大方干净优美，杠上灵巧，技巧难度最大。理所当然成了我们的队长。小小说话像打机枪，又十分风趣，跟我十分投缘，我们成了铁哥儿们。

 

一日我们在户外练习，注意到旁边有个野孩子也跟着做动作。教练注意到她好几天了。体操队练习，凡是双脚离开地面的动作都有教练保护。这位姑娘却自己在那里也效仿，虽然叉叉丫丫做得极无品味，可是居然让她做了个八九不离十。一问，姑娘姓杨，家就住在附近。教练怕她伤了自己，便让她排在后面，也跟着由教练保护着练。

当时有句流行的话，叫一不怕苦，二不怕死。杨姑娘是实践这个口号的典范。有了这条，几天跟下来，几个难度大的动作倒把我等甩在了后面。一个星期以后，教练宣布，杨姑娘正式成为我队队员。

 

我们体操队的成员多数都是同一个中学的学生，大家自成一个团伙。杨姑娘连汉话都说不好，吃饭吧唧嘴，穿着一套大约是姐姐传下来的衣服，她手长脚长，又瘦又高，袖子、裤腿全都短三寸，大家背后叫她“吊三寸”。拿到那套练习服后杨姑娘便再也没脱下来过。我们一党吃饭、休息都不搭理她。记得她好几次眨着眼睛想讨好我们，全部吃了冷脊梁。只有训练时她最得意，一不怕苦，二不怕死，正是教练最喜欢的材料。只是她从小缺乏舞蹈训练，动作僵硬极其难看。看她做自由体操简直是受罪。她知道她的机会来之不易，常常找教练加班单训。

 

集训快结束了，省里的教练们宣布了他们来的真正目的：要为省专业队选材。

非小小莫属！我们都这么猜测。我这样的当然不敢奢想，既怕苦，又怕死，头脑发达，四肢简单，参加体操队简直是一个误会。我们被带到一个房间里，用尺子量过身上的每一块骨头的长度，捏过所有的关节，又被命令做了几个动作，诸如用左手摸右耳朵，把两个肘子合到一起一类的，不太明白是什么意思，测试就结束了。我是在摸过耳朵就被淘汰掉的。最后出来的有小小和杨姑娘。

 

到省队去，在那时无疑是去天堂。

小小很兴奋，这是一条通天的路啊。

 

几天之后教练宣布，杨姑娘进省队。小小虽好，个子太小。

 

现在看来这是一个巨大的错误。杨姑娘细高个儿，重心高，容易摔。虽然她不怕疼，但体操毕竟不是比谁不怕摔，而是比谁不会摔的运动。不幸的是，等体操界意识到大有大的难处，小有小的好处时，小小已经是孩子妈妈了。不知杨姑娘后来前途如何，不过没有在任何大的专业比赛中见到过那个长手长脚的身影。

 

从80年代以后，体操界开始明白，体操毕竟和芭蕾不一样，是力量和技巧的运动。运动员选材开始选用个子小，但身材匀称的人。要是晚生一些年，我担保，奥运会上那个小小的小姑娘就是小小。

我玩电脑游戏？笑话！电脑游戏是我的敌人，我也是电脑游戏的敌人。从儿子八岁起，我就敌视世界上一切电脑游戏。我们之间那场旷时久远的资源争夺战，健康争夺战，时间争夺战，说穿了，儿子争夺战，至今还记忆犹新。

 

不过最近我还真的大玩了一把电脑游戏，有点让我津津乐道。

 

上个周接到通知，让我立刻到公司总部集训。这里的“集训”和国内的“进党校”是同一个概念，要么，您让路的时刻不远了，要么，上峰有赏。

 

我忐忑不安地飞到总部附近的高尔夫俱乐部，头们满面春风前来接见，心里便有了底——是后者。“恭喜啦，你们都是御笔钦点的革命接班人”。接班人？那是我八岁时的头衔，这年头，儿子都快接班了，除了苏斯博士的班，俺谁的班都不接！不过没敢把这话头嚷嚷出来。

 

既来之，则安之。乘机关了黑莓，端杯葡萄酒四下乱聊起来。我们来自五湖四海，话头自然天南海北。第二天一早，五十个人被分成了七八个团队。一帮人被赶到一间大厅里，几张大桌子上早已架好了电脑。一看日程安排，乐了：叫我们玩六个小时的电脑游戏。

 

游戏起始，每个团队发7.5百万启动资金，一张新产品清单，附研发价格，生产所需费用，销售所需费用。哨音一响，一场模拟的商场战争打响了。

 

第一轮，我任生产总指挥。手里有若干个虚拟工人，每人有不同的技术分。团队有二十分钟时间制定战略。销售部门提供了三个销售方向，白领小资工薪市场，这批人喜欢最新最好，喜欢名牌。小摊小贩小公司市场，这些人喜欢价廉物美。大公司市场，这些人喜欢上门服务。我们锁定第一第三市场，决定了研发方向，制定了工人和技术力量的培训计划。在第一季度推出了一个普通产品以维持资金需要。一个季度下来，我们业绩平平，小有盈利。第二季度，我们的第一个新产品问世。但是却缺乏生产资金销售量供不应求，错过了盈利机会。另外的团队的业绩远远超出我们。

 

第二轮，我任研发主任。根据在线信息，另外的公司也同时开发了类似的产品。我们决定加大风险，开发高风险高盈利产品。上马以后发现一个大问题：人才资源远远不够。总裁临时改变战略，研发部门全部停产投入培训，资金全部投入生产和销售现有产品。第二轮下来，我们依然战绩平平，但是大家都知道，我们的赌注下在下一代产品上。

 

第三轮，我升官了，任总裁。头一个季度比较轻松。我们资金富裕，一切都在既定的战略之内。人才是我们的瓶颈，我下令，除了维持最低限度生产，所有的剩余资金和时间全部用于各部门技术培训。按我们的计划，我们下一个季度持平。名次落到倒数第二。

 

下一个季度，我们的拳头产品即将问世。我们当中的一个十分聪明的小伙子建议停止老产品的生产。我犹豫不决，因为老产品依然供不应求。最后董事会决定停止老产品生产。我们全力以赴投入新产品的生产。正当一切如期进行时，突然我们的生产基地遭受飓风袭击。我的电脑屏幕上出现了一大堆滚动新闻。我必须做决定。手忙脚乱之间，我看见我有两个选择：停产转移人员，和留下一部分人坚持生产。此时离结束只剩两分钟了，我想，在现实的世界里，资本家也不能这么狠，让工人冒着飓风生产。于是宣布停产转移。

飓风过去了，离结束不到20秒。管销售的小伙子按了最后一个键，我们的产品在最后一秒推向了市场。

 

结果出来了：我们的团队盈利第一，产量第一，客户满意率第一。我们赢了！每人得到一张星巴克的礼品卡。

看看表，已经是下午三点。怪不得电脑游戏那么让人上瘾，哈哈。