Without any effort, Liu Fei got 100 million in cash from Qingshi High-tech, but this money was a drop in the bucket for him. Omi City's financial capital chain was almost broken. On the one hand, there was a huge team of civil servants, three public expenditures,
On the one hand, there are municipal projects blooming everywhere, and there are more places to spend money.
Liu Fei is a master of economics. He has already made plans to subsidize Zhuzhuang villagers with houses in the North Bank Eco-City. An additional 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per mu of farmland compensation will be enough. The 100 million yuan given by An Xin will not be spent at all.
Not finished, just use it in other ways.
An Xin attaches great importance to the 100 million yuan. Although Qingshi High-tech has sufficient funds, the money is raised from overseas markets and is not blown by strong winds. The funds must be seen to make profits. How can they be given away randomly as a favor?
She believed in Liu Fei's promise that the reward of 100 million would exceed her expectations.
After the matter was settled, An Xin said goodbye and returned to the company. Sitting in the Mercedes-Benz, she called She Xiaoqing and asked about the progress of the work. She Xiaoqing replied confusedly: "There is no progress at the moment."
"Is Master Liu with you?" An Xin asked.
"This guy sleeps in all day long and doesn't report anything to me. Who knows where he is playing." She Xiaoqing replied angrily.
An Xin was a little dissatisfied. She Xiaoqing was the daughter of her high school teacher. The child was good-natured, innocent and cute, but the disadvantage was that she was a little ignorant. Liu Handong was the main force in the land acquisition matter, and She Xiaoqing just cooperated with the work, uploading and issuing, reimbursement, etc., how?
This girl can't carry it clearly.
"I heard that Liu Handong has arrived in Beijing. You should contact him to see if he needs any help. That's it." An Xin hung up the phone.
She Xiaoqing became nervous. Could it be that Liu Handong jumped to the next level and spoke ill of himself in front of Mr. An? No, he is not like such a person. Maybe he didn't answer his call yesterday and delayed important work. He had no choice but to find him through other channels.
An Xin, thinking of this, her face burned with shame. She hurriedly called Liu Handong. After ringing for a long time, no one answered. When she called again, Liu Handong finally answered. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Smelly bitch, why are you calling me? I've already
Arrive in Beijing."
"Why are you scolding people!" She Xiaoqing was furious, but if she listened carefully, she could see that the background sounds were quite mixed, with the accents of farmers in the suburbs of Omi. She could also vaguely hear words like old party secretary, petition, land expropriation compensation, etc. No matter how stupid she was,
The result can be obtained based on Mr. An's words. Liu Handong was mixed with the petitioners in Zhuzhuang.
"Your mother is worried about you and asked me to ask you what you need?" She Xiaoqing maliciously cooperated, believing that Liu Handong could understand that "your mother" is Mr. An.
As expected, Liu Handong made it clear: "Give me some money. My brothers and I live in the basement. We haven't found a job yet and we don't have much money."
"I know, what else?"
"When I remember, I'll send you a text message. I'm roaming, so I can save some phone bills. By the way, I'll recharge my phone with fifty yuan, and that's it, hang up."
Liu Handong hung up the phone, and Zhu Guangyin asked with a smile: "Why, did you get into trouble with your wife?"
"Well, the stinky bitches think I don't make enough money, so they keep mumbling all day long, which is really annoying." Liu Handong covered it up skillfully.
After a while, the phone rang, indicating that the newly recharged phone bill was 500 yuan, and there was another bank text message saying that 20,000 yuan had been transferred to your account.
Liu Handong didn't know that the 20,000 yuan was She Xiaoqing's personal money. Although she had always been prejudiced against Liu Handong, she could still distinguish the priorities. Liu Handong must have left in a hurry and didn't have much money with him. Beijing is a place where
The level of consumption is high, and I am with a group of petitioners, smoking, drinking and building relationships to spend money everywhere. Payments from the company's finances require layers of approval procedures, so it is more efficient to advance them myself.
After drinking, everyone went back to the basement to sleep. They were exhausted after taking the train all night, and soon they were all snoring like thunder. But Zhu Guangyin didn't sleep. He was making calls on his mobile phone, sometimes talking softly, sometimes arguing loudly, and came over.
Walking away, he smoked one cigarette after another. Liu Handong saw this and guessed that there was an expert behind Zhu Guangyin. Someone was directing every step. To dismantle them, he must first find out the expert behind the scenes.
Liu Handong called Xu Gongtie and, to cut a long story short, asked him to control the person who was talking to Zhu Guangyin. Then he called Jiang Haofeng and arranged a few things.
Xu Gongtie was very efficient in his work. He quickly found out the identity of the person who was talking to Zhu Guangyin through the mobile company. This person was called Lao Lai. He was a key monitoring officer registered with the Stability Maintenance Office. He had been a professional petitioner for ten years. He also provided advice to other petitioners in his spare time.
He is a tough guy, and the grassroots office gets a headache when he hears his name.
Xu Gongtie had many ways to deal with such people. He found out that Lao Lai had opened a Weibo account and started writing on it. Sure enough, he found a Weibo post that had been forwarded 500 times. The National Security Brigade quickly attacked and arrested the person by spreading rumors and provoking trouble.
, the mobile phone and computer were temporarily detained, but Lao Laisi was not afraid. He was a frequent visitor to the police station and would not do this at all. He clamored to find a lawyer to defend his rights. Director Xu instructed that the person be detained for 48 hours first.
Over there, Jiang Haofeng also acted quickly and dispatched a few young men to accompany Wei Shengwen to Beijing overnight.
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When Zhu Guangyin called Lao Lai again, the other party had turned off his phone and called his home. He was told that Lao Lai had been arrested by the police station. Zhu Guangyin was immediately blinded and had no one to guide him. He had no idea what to do next.
According to the plan formulated by Lao Lai, Zhu Guangyin and others did not intend to actually go through the petition process, because they all knew that petitioning was useless. What they wanted to do was to make the matter bigger, the bigger the better, in order to put pressure on the local authorities.
Since I can't get in touch with Lai, I can only take one step at a time.
Early the next morning, Zhu Guangyin went to the two offices to deliver petition materials. While queuing up, he saw many people from all over the country who came to petition. There were some with children and many wearing mourning. Listening to their discussions, the miserable situation
The grievances are far greater than the Zhuzhuang land expropriation case. There are also some old petitioners who have been stranded in Beijing for five, six, seven, eight, or more than ten years. They have mental problems and are neurotic. Zhu Guangyin and others
I felt even more depressed after seeing it.
After finally submitting the materials and briefly describing the situation, the interviewer was patient and polite, but time was limited, and there was a large group of people waiting behind him. He was asked to go back and wait for news. He also knew that the news would probably have to wait until the Year of the Monkey, and the group of people
As he walked back dejectedly, Liu Handong, who was walking in front, was suddenly scratched by an Audi car that suddenly turned left, causing a long tear in his clothes.
The driver of the Audi car scolded him when he got off, speaking with an authentic Beijing accent. Liu Handong went up and was about to beat him, but Zhu Guangyin held him tightly because he saw a bunch of dazzling car licenses under the windshield of the Audi car. What kind of security, Jing'an, People's Congress?
The word "tang" can blind people even if it shines brightly. He is a big leader in the capital.
The back door opened, and a middle-aged man got out of the car. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and spotless leather shoes. His hair was neatly combed back, and his warm smile made people feel a sense of intimacy. The leader walked towards Liu Handong: "Little
Comrade, are you okay?"
"It's no big deal after scratching. Let's go." Liu Handong was not an unforgiving boss. When he saw that the leaders had all gotten out of the car to offer condolences, he stopped pestering him.
"It's better to go to the hospital for a check-up, Xiao Li, drive this young comrade to Hospital 301." The leader's words shocked Zhu Guangyin and others. The leader of the capital is so approachable and kind that it is unimaginable.
Liu Handong felt a little embarrassed: "It's really okay, don't delay you."
The leader nodded and asked Xiao Li to take 500 yuan to buy clothes for Liu Handong. Liu Handong refused to refuse. In the end, he couldn't resist the leader, but only took 200 yuan. He said that his clothes were not valuable and 500 yuan was too much.
, hot to the touch.
"I guess your accent is from Jiangdong. I lived with my father in Omi for a while when I was a child." The leader casually chatted for a few words in a friendly manner, shook hands with everyone, and was about to return to the car when Zhu Guangyin finally realized what he was doing.
Don't lose, never come back. He shouted that he was wronged, pushed the golden mountain and knocked down the jade pillar, and knelt down. The other six villagers did not react slowly, and they all knelt down immediately.
"Don't be like this, the impact is not good, get up quickly, let's do this, give me your complaint materials, I will look at it first and then say it." The leader gave some support, and Zhu Guangyin took advantage of the situation and got up. It was really not a big deal to kneel in front of the public.
It looks good, but the impact must be considered.
Fortunately, there was another copy of the copied materials. Zhu Guangyin hurriedly handed it over, and Xiao Li took it. The leader said that I had a meeting to leave first, and the secretary would notify you of the follow-up. After that, he got in the car and left.
Zhu Guangyin and others watched the leader's Audi A6 leave, with surging hearts and a lot of emotions. If they met a good person, if they couldn't protect themselves, just a phone call from Beijing, and the Omi City Government would have to increase the compensation.
"Oops, I forgot to ask about the leader's position and name." Zhu Guangyin slapped his head and regretted it.
Everyone also complained. Because they were so excited, they didn't even remember the leader's license plate. Beijing is so big, and petitioners from other places were confused. Where could they go to find this leader whom they met by chance?
The eight people returned to their residence dejectedly and discussed what to do next. Their families also called to inquire, and they also said that the police had come to the house to inquire about the situation. The ambitions of the seven people before setting off were gone in just two days and replaced by
Deep panic and fear of the unknown.
Petitioning is not a good thing, and the local government hates it. As many petitioners as there are in Beijing, there are as many local officers who intercept petitions. Black security guards and black jails have also emerged, forming a huge industrial chain. The job of petitioning is not done by ordinary people.
, first of all, you must have the courage to take down the emperor with your life, and then you must be as tough as brown sugar, and you must have eyes and ears in all directions, and compete with the interceptors. Some small places are extremely dark, and the petitioners must
After he was taken back, he was thrown into a mental hospital and locked up on the spot. It was more powerful than a prison. Omi was the provincial capital, so the methods were more civilized, but the impact on the family was also great. People should not fight with officials. This is a golden saying passed down from our ancestors.
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Zhu Guangyin smoked for a long time and made up his mind: "If it doesn't work out, I'll just go to the square to hold a banner!" He went to visit a spot first.
Then I took a few people to Tiananmen Square. The smog was very heavy today. From a distance, I could only vaguely see the portrait of the Chairman on the city gate building. His features were blurry. A large number of police, armed police, urban management, and security guards gathered there.
There are not many tourists around. Zhu Guangyin saw with his own eyes that the police stopped two old people with foreign accents and checked their bags. Moreover, entering the square was very different from what it was in the 1980s. They were all surrounded by railings.
It is impossible to do anything after passing the security check.
This road was also cut off, and Zhu Guangyin became even more discouraged. He returned to the basement of the petitioning village and took his brothers out to eat. This time they did not drink. They each had a bowl of noodles. After eating, he went back to play on his mobile phone, fell asleep, and resigned to his fate.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Zhu Guangyin's cell phone rang. It was a call from a fixed line in Beijing. He was confused because he had no relatives in Beijing, so he answered the call anyway. It was a voice with an unfamiliar imperial accent: "Hello, is this Comrade Zhu Guangyin?"
"Yes, yes, it's me." Zhu Guangyin felt his throat was dry and nervous.
"That's it. Minister Wei's secretary has forwarded your complaint materials to me. Are you free tomorrow? I'll ask the driver to pick you up. Let's talk about this matter in detail."
"Yes, yes, free!" Zhu Guangyin reported his address, made an appointment, hung up the phone, and burst into tears: "Brothers, I have met Mr. Qingtian!"