Liao Xiangting, Tan Wenzheng, Jiang Sheng, Wen Qiwu and Cai Yongjin have all sat down on the sofa, and Wang Xiaoshu is busy making tea.
"What's going on now?" Liao Xiangting still frowned habitually.
"The strike started this morning. After discovering the situation, we immediately organized cadres to go door-to-door and organized village cadres from four villages to concentrate on their work and strive to reopen the market before three o'clock in the afternoon..." Chen Jiangping cautiously said
After reporting, he came out of the back door in embarrassment, but said nothing in front of several members of the Standing Committee.
"Didn't you notice any signs beforehand?" Liao Xiangting stared at Chen Jiangping.
"We found some signs," Chen Jiangping said, "our work was not detailed enough..."
Wen Qiwu suddenly interjected, "Now that the merchants have blocked the gates of Furong Street, do we need the Public Security Bureau to maintain order?"
Liao Xiangting thought about it for a moment, then waved his hand, signaling Chen Jiangping to continue reporting.
"The biggest reason for this strike is that the village secretaries of the four Daji villages were dissatisfied with the relocation of the market, and colluded with some local bullies to intimidate the people and incite them to go on strike..."
"Is there any evidence?" Wen Qiwu asked again.
Chen Jiangping was speechless for a moment.
Liao Xiangting picked up the cup and said, "Old Wen, send someone to investigate."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Wen Qiwu solemnly wrote it down in his notebook.
"What are the requirements of the merchants?" Tan Wenzheng looked a little yellow and was a little depressed. Liao Xiangting didn't smoke. He tried hard to control himself. He wanted to take out a cigarette several times but held back.
"One requirement is to rebuild Daji on the same site. If it is moved away from the river, it is required to build Daji on both sides of the Xin River." Chen Jiangping looked at Tan Wenzheng, "In this case, all four villages can benefit, but according to the plan,
The 150 meters on both sides of the market are all green belts and landscape belts, and this one cannot be touched!"
"Well, even one hundred and fifty meters away!" Liao Xiangting interrupted.
On this river, Liao Xiangting invested a lot of energy. According to his vision, the status of Xinhe River in the development zone is no different from the status of Huangpu River in Shanghai. In the future, there will also be office buildings on both sides of the river. At night, huge billboards will reflect
Illuminating the entire river, the artificial lake that will be excavated in Furong Street in the future will be the urban eye of the entire new city.
"What else do the people ask for?" Jiang Sheng said.
Chen Jiangping hesitated, but persisted and said, "Request to investigate Yue Wen and transfer Yue Wen..."
Liao Xiangting remained calm, and Cai Yongjin asked, "The use of cadres lies in the party committee. This is unreasonable. A cadre is transferred just as they say he will be transferred?"
"Well," Chen Jiangping seemed to be encouraged, "he brought up the old accounts again. It was the matter investigated by the Commission for Discipline Inspection a few months ago. He also said that Yue Wen was a sinner of history and ruined the Zhou Tuan Collection for hundreds of years.
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It is much better for him to say these words in front of Liao Xiangting than for others to pass on small talk in front of Liao Xiangting and Tan Wenzheng.
"This crime is serious enough, a sinner of history!" Liao Xiangting smiled rarely, "Judging from his age, he is still a child! He cannot afford this crime..." Everyone was silent and stared in silence.
By Liao Xiangting, "Old Tan, what do you think?"
Tan Wenzheng took a sip of tea and said, "Young people are motivated and have achieved results in their work, but their working methods are lacking... they are a little impatient, eager for success, and eager to achieve results... After all, Zhou Tuan Daji is not Jinjiling, nor
It’s not Sinopec, it involves more than 3,000 merchants, and the city government just called to ask about the specific situation of the strike, and it’s National Day soon.” He looked at Wen Qiwu, “Stability is the first priority, let the market
The main thing is to reopen the market as soon as possible and straighten out the mood of the people."
If the market opens early, the work can be done. To straighten out the mood of the masses, Yue Wen must be transferred. Although he said it tactfully, Chen Jiangping still felt cold.
What do cadres fear most?
What you fear most is that your boss asked you to do your job, but once something goes wrong, your boss will ask you to take the blame. What's even more infuriating is that in addition to taking the blame, your boss will also criticize your mistakes in meetings and small meetings to show off your mistakes.
correct and wise.
This kind of leadership is just a word: taking credit and blaming others for mistakes. From ancient times to the present, it has always been looked down upon by people! Sooner or later in the future, it will be punished!
"Old Jiang!" Tan Wenzheng looked at Jiang Sheng.
Jiang Sheng leaned forward and his face relaxed a little, "The masses can't figure it out for a moment. We can do the work again. Otherwise, what do we, the cadres of the government, do?..."
Although as the deputy director of the management committee, he did not agree with Tan Wenzheng's statement and avoided talking about Yue Wen's stay, but in fact, every word he said secretly supported Yue Wen's stay.
This can also leave an impression on Liao Xiangting. The Management Committee is not monolithic. He, Chiang Kai-shek, dares to make different voices.
"Old Wen." Liao Xiangting rarely allowed several people to speak according to the order of the district leaders.
"Economic development, social stability and party building are a trinity. I agree with Director Tan's ideas." Wen Qiwu rarely sang a high-pitched tone, "It's National Day soon, and the city doesn't want to make any noise. There are more than 3,000 merchants.
, more than 9,000 families, nearly tens of thousands of people!"
Liao Xiangting couldn't help but look at him. Cai Yongjin was about to speak, but Liao Xiangting interrupted him, "Okay, the police station will send additional police officers to maintain order. Furong Street will continue to work. I will explain the city's work."
He was as concise and concise as ever. When he served the tea, everyone knew that although this was not the ancient way of serving tea to guests, as far as this work was concerned, the main leaders of the working committee had said everything they wanted to say, and it was time for everyone to leave.
After following everyone out the door, Chen Jiangping thought for a moment and walked a few steps to catch up with Jiang Sheng, "Secretary Chen!" When he turned around, Wang Xiaoshu, director of the inspection office, was calling him, so he hurriedly turned back.
Wang Xiaoshu whispered, "Secretary Liao is looking for you."
Chen Jiangping was a little uneasy. After entering the door again, Liao Xiangting said, "Let Yue Wen come over. He is on the front line..."
Chen Jiangping secretly speculated, but before he could figure it out, Liao Xiangting handed him something. Chen Jiangping was stunned. This was the plan he asked Yue Wen to modify. It was similar to the one he had seen, but there were some additions later...
Well, it's a big move. If you press this move, it will definitely set off a storm in the whole area!
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Yue Wen held a piece of information in his hand and walked to the door of the street compound. The door was very busy with various stalls.
"Lao Li, your fried dough sticks stall has been set up at the street entrance?" Yue Wen looked at the couple frying fried dough sticks and said hello with a smile.
Lao Li and his wife were a little embarrassed, "Director Yue, the oil is not hot yet, we will fry the fried dough sticks later, I will ask the old lady to send you two kilograms of fried dough sticks!"
"I won't eat fried dough sticks today. I'm going out soon." Yue Wen said with a smile, "Lao Song, give me two of your Roujiamo." He said to the uncle who was making the Roujiamo, "In the morning
I can't find you, I haven't even eaten this meal yet, so you ran to the street door."
Lao Song was a little embarrassed and hurriedly chopped the meat, "Director Yue, it's mine this morning, no money."
Heiba, who was following behind, immediately said, "I, give me four!"
"Okay, okay." Lao Song agreed, turned on the stove, and took out the golden and crispy food.
"How can we not give up money? Both meat and noodles are related to cost." Yue Wen looked at Hei Ba with dissatisfaction and said, "Brother Ba, give me the money. I don't have my wallet."
Heiba stared at him, but did not dare to contradict him in front of everyone. He muttered in a low voice, "You asked me to pay again..."
Lao Li's wife came over and whispered, "Director Yue, it's not us who want to come, it's the village who asked us to come. We dare not not come!"
Yue Wen said calmly, "I know, then come here. You have small arms and can't twist your thighs. Well, the street is a place for ordinary people. You can go to the yard and fry fried dough sticks. Look, you are still so self-conscious.
Place it outside the yard!”
The conversation made several of the bosses who frequented the stalls feel a little embarrassed.
"Hey, you can fry fried dough sticks or sell fruit here if you want, but don't block the door here. My car can't even be driven out. Everyone, give way. Make a way for me. When I leave, I'll go to the front door.