Secretary Li looked at his boss with a shocked face.

Isn't this too exaggerated?

Delivering it to the door in person, this is the treatment that high-ranking officials in the district receive, right?

For others, it is already a great courtesy to get up and walk around the room.

Of course, this does not include superior leaders.

"Xiao Li, you send Xiao Yu off for me!" District Chief Wang said to his secretary cordially.

"Ah? Okay!" Secretary Li almost thought he was hallucinating.

What do you mean by letting yourself deliver it? It means delivering it downstairs or to the car.

This has never happened before.

"No need to bother Director Li! District Chief Wang, I'll take my leave first!" Yu Qingyang declined the kindness of District Chief Wang.

It's not necessary. What's the point of having that formality?

It’s awkward to send it back and forth!

Yu Qingyang got into the car and left the district government, taking with him a tourist road planning and implementation plan.

Of course, this is just a first draft.

The preliminary survey and preliminary design of the tourist road have been completed.

As long as the corresponding funds are in place, construction drawing design can be carried out.

This is what gives District Chief Wang a headache. The district has some money financially, and a lot of money was made from selling land, but that money is just a drop in the bucket for urban construction.

The urban area of ​​a district in a provincial capital is no smaller than that of a prefecture-level city like Jeju City. There are too many places where money needs to be spent, including road repairs, expansion, investment in public facilities, and investment in education and medical care. All aspects require money.

It is impossible for District Chief Wang to spend all his money on travel.

The appearance of Yu Qingyang was equivalent to solving a big problem for him.

In the opinion of District Chief Wang, Yu Qingyang’s FPC is more angel than angel investment.

Other companies want him to invest in FEP, with various conditions, various discounts, various tax exemptions, and the land can be calculated at a cabbage price.

However, Yu Qingyang did not mention any conditions. He only asked that the land be used to offset the project payment, or the payment should be based on the market price.

District Chief Wang watched Yu Qingyang go downstairs, the smile on his face could no longer be concealed.

"Boss, you are in a good mood. Did you have a good talk with Mr. Yu?" Secretary Li asked jokingly.

"Well, Xiao Yu is a good comrade!" District Chief Wang nodded with a smile, said this, turned around and walked into the office.

In District Chief Wang's office, there is a large map taped to the wall.

This is the planning map of Dongcheng District.

District Chief Wang stood in front of the planning map, picked up a red marker, and painted the lines marking the tourist routes in red.

“With this road, the land along it can be revitalized!

Then we will open up these roads, and the entire Dongcheng District New District will be alive!" District Chief Wang used a marker to click hard on the planning map, feeling a little high-spirited for a moment.

The one billion saved can be invested in other projects. After the land is revitalized, it means that more money will come in and can be invested in more places.

It can improve the teaching environment of primary and secondary schools and improve the medical environment.

More roads can be built, more squares, parks, and green spaces can be built.

Not to mention that District Chief Wang stood in the office selling the future.

Yu Qingyang returned to the company with the planning book in hand.

The car entered the compound and saw a bunch of people making noisy noises around it.

Yu Qingyang frowned, opened the door and got out of the car.

When Yu Qingyang's car came in, someone had already seen it.

Seeing him get out of the car, a group of people immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Yu, you are back! You have to make the decision for us!"

"Xiao Yu, your father and I ate from the same pot back then. You can't ignore your uncle Li..."

"Mr. Yu, we have worked hard for water conservancy all our lives, and we don't even have a place to live when we get old..."

If you kick us out, I'll hang myself in front of your company..."

"Xiao Yu, I hugged you when you were a child, and you peed on me..."

A group of people surrounded Yu Qingyang and shouted, some were approaching, some were pleading, and some were threatening.

This group of people includes both men and women, and they are all very old. The youngest ones are over fifty.

Yu Qingyang stood there quietly, smiling and not saying a word, letting everyone talk around him.

It's useless to say anything at this time. His voice alone cannot suppress so many people.

And through their words, Yu Qingyang also understood what these people did.

If you know who they are, you will naturally understand their demands.

Yu Qingyang really doesn't know how to describe these people.

Poor, sad, hateful...

Speaking of which, these people were all from the same era as Lao He, and they were all temporary workers who were brought back during the water conservancy overhaul.

However, after so many years, some people have become regular workers and have become regular workers, while they have always been working as temporary workers and have not become regular workers.

Some were due to their own reasons, and some were replaced by others who had been promoted to regular positions.

Originally, Yu Qingyang had no contact with them. Whether they were pitiful or hateful, it had nothing to do with him.

However, these people all live in the pipe factory.

I have lived there for more than ten years and have become regular residents of the pipe factory.

Yu Qingyang took over the pipe making factory and was preparing to dismantle it for development. Naturally, these people became friends with Yu Qingyang.

Soon, Sun Jian led people from the security department to squeeze into the crowd and isolate Yu Qingyang from the group of elderly people working in the water conservancy system.

This group of old people are still chattering on the ground 2 about their tragic experiences.

Making various reasonable and unreasonable demands.

Yu Qingyang waved his hand and rejected Sun Jian's request to take him out of the encirclement. This was the country, the office compound of Hua Yu Investment.

He doesn't need to break out or escape from anything.

Yu Qingyang remained silent and listened to their stories with a smile.

Until they stopped on their own initiative.

"Okay, there are so many of you, you are saying something to each other in such a mess that I can't even hear what you are saying!

In this way, if everyone has questions or opinions, let's go to the conference room, sit down and talk slowly, okay?" After Yu Qingyang finished speaking, he pushed aside the crowd and left first.

Yu Chuanwu and Xing Xiang, who were blocked outside, rushed forward to greet Yu Qingyang.

"Mr. Yu..." Xing Xiang instinctively wanted to admit his mistake.

This was originally within the scope of his responsibilities, but because he failed to handle it well, Yu Qingyang was besieged.

Xing Xiang followed Yu Qingyang anxiously.

"Okay, no need to say more! Let them go to the conference room first.

If there is any problem, let’s talk about it later!” Yu Qingyang said with a straight face.

Yu Qingyang was somewhat disappointed with Xing Xiang. Xing Xiang was capable and was good at dealing with official issues, but he lacked courage, especially when dealing with the following thorny issues.

Acting somewhat submissive.

Entering the conference room, Yu Qingyang asked Yu Chuanwu to make tea and prepare cigarettes.

When negotiating, you should always be polite before fighting.

A cup of tea and a pack of cigarettes are not valuable, but they represent respect. Sometimes, this respect can solve big problems.

"In our water conservancy system, you are all elders. We have talked so much just now and you are thirsty. Let's have a cup of tea first and let's talk slowly!" Yu Qingyang said with a smile.

"Mr. Yu..."

"Xiao Yu..."

Someone wants to talk.

Yu Qingyang waved his hand, "Uncle Li, right?

Don't worry, the problem is there and it won't disappear. I'm here too and I won't leave!

Let’s drink tea first to calm down, and let’s talk slowly, one by one!”

In fact, there are not many of these old people, only about ten of them.
To be continued...