With the severe cold, pigs are being killed to celebrate the New Year. The Spring Festival is coming, and the streets are crowded with people.
Zhao Wen walked around the street with Zhen Ni for a long time, bought some clothes, and picked out a pair of earrings and a bracelet. Zhao Wen originally thought about buying a ring, but after thinking about it again, he still didn't buy it.
It was noon. After lunch, Zhen Ni was sent to the unit. It seemed that Zhen Ni was very happy for the rest of the day.
Zhao Wen went back to the 18th floor to withdraw the money and divided it into several parts. Except for China Construction Bank, he deposited some money in other banks.
I arrived at the Letters and Calls Bureau in the afternoon. I didn't sit for a while when I received a call from the county party committee office. They asked the Letters and Calls Bureau about the results of the petition regarding the Ma Shaoqi foundation in Maqu Village, Chengguan Town. Zhao Wen thought for a moment and said: "This matter
The matter was reported to Comrade Zheng Baohua in the office at that time. Please check the specific results with Comrade Zheng Baohua."
The person speaking over there was a young man. After hearing what Zhao Wen said, he said: "After Director Zheng inquired about the situation, he asked your comrades from the Letters and Calls Bureau to take the person back, and repeatedly explained that he would supervise the handling of this matter.
good."
Zhao Wen replied: "Well, let me ask, and I will explain the situation to the county party committee office later."
After saying that, Zhao Wen was about to hang up the phone, but when he was hanging up, his wrist touched the hands-free button of the landline phone. After he put down the phone, the other party heard Zhao Wen hanging up the phone before he put down the phone.
There was a clicking sound, and I thought it was Zhao Wen who had hung up, so a voice came out from the hands-free speaker: "Director, they said they need to check to know the result."
"Ran playing the piano, you need to investigate such an important matter. What are you investigating? He is just like a bureaucrat. He is not very young, but his official power is not small. It is really..."
Then the other party hung up the phone, and a busy tone came from the speaker.
Zhao Wen stood up and looked back at the county government compound. There were a few people walking sporadically there. There was a breeze in the afternoon, and the tops of the tall cedars were slightly swayed by the wind. The county government building swayed in Zhao Wen's eyes.
stop.
After a while, the phone rang again, and Qian Qingan's voice came from it: "Director Zhao, there was another armed fighting incident in Chengguan Town today. The county magistrate asked you to send a few people there to assist the comrades there to complete the work.
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After Qian Qingan finished speaking, he paused and said, "Director Zhao, please pay attention to safety."
After Zhao Wen hung up the phone, he called Wu Juan in and told her the situation. He told Hou Yide to go to Chengguan Town again.
Wu Juan was about to go out, and Zhao Wen said: "You'd better let him come to my place. I'll tell him."
Hou Yide came in soon, and Zhao Wen said: "It's still the same place as yesterday. You go and help the comrades in Chengguan Town do their work."
There was obvious reluctance on Hou Yide's face, but he still nodded. Zhao Wen said: "Pay attention to safety. Also, our Letters and Calls Bureau manages petitions. Since you go down, just figure out the problem and the crux. Don't get involved in the local affairs."
The specific administrative functions of government.”
When Hou Yide heard this, he glanced at Zhao Wen and said, "I understand, Director."
"Then I'll leave first."
Not long after Hou Yide left, Wu Juan walked in, panting a little. She said to Zhao Wen: "Secretary, look outside."
I don’t know what Wu Juan is nervous about.
There were not many people on the street. Zhao Wen walked to the window and saw at a glance a man pulling a cart coming from the side of the administrative street. The cart was being pulled by a rural woman, and a ragged man sitting in the cart was
The man with messy hair and a bruise on his face is none other than Ma Shaoqi from Maqu Village, Chengguan Town.
Sitting next to Ma Shaoqi was a boy in his teens, his eyes staring at the ground without focus. Behind the car was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, who was pushing the car hard at this time.
Ma Shaoqi looked even more haggard than a few days ago.
Zhao Wen thought that the family of four was going to the Letters and Calls Bureau, but unexpectedly they went straight to the county government.
Zhao Wen glanced at Wu Juan, who said, "Didn't Director Zheng Baohua personally interrogate Ma Shaoqi's matter that day?"
Zhao Wen walked to the back window and looked at the county government compound. Wu Juan came over and said: "Now, there are not many left-behind personnel in the bureau. If something happens later, we will be a little stretched here."
At the end of every year, the Petition Bureau is the busiest time. Many petitioners take advantage of this time to go to the capital to file complaints. Some of these petitioners have indeed suffered injustice, while others are purely for petitioning.
Petitioning and petitioning became a professional petitioning household.
In fact, these petitioners are not going to the capital to complain. The main purpose is to cause trouble and get some New Year benefits. These petitioners know that the local government will not let them leave Huayang County. If they want to go to the capital, they will give Huayang
If Yang County’s work has been discredited for a year, provincial and municipal leaders will hold Huayang’s leadership team accountable.
These people are often intercepted by the staff of the Petition Bureau when they arrive at the train station, because their faces are too familiar to the people in the Petition Bureau, and then they are entertained with delicious food and drinks, and then these petitioners will make some requests in order to appease them.
, the county government will agree to some of their requests, these people will get some benefits, and then take these benefits home to celebrate the New Year.
Of course, there are also some petitioners who cause difficulties to the work of the Letters and Calls Bureau, and if they really cannot be persuaded, they have to rely on the coercive measures of the public security organs to deport them.
These professional petitioners may sound like blackmail, but this is indeed a reality in Huayang County. If the work is done properly, there will be fewer petitioners.
But in fact, every policy cannot be comprehensive and satisfy everyone. In addition, there are many objective conditions and human factors caused by the supervisor. Petitioning has become a burden, and intercepting petitioners has become one of the important tasks of the Petition Bureau at the end of the year.
Wu Juan would say that there are not many staff left at the Petition Bureau, which means that many staff have gone to train stations and bus stations to intercept petitioners.
At this time, Zhao Wen asked: "Who is that woman?"
Wu Juan looked at the courtyard, followed Zhao Wen's gaze, and saw a slender woman walking into the building. The woman had a slightly hooked nose, and said: "The one in leather clothes? It seems to be cultural."
I’m not very familiar with it.”
Huayang County Cultural Bureau does not have a separate office building. It works in the government office building. When Wu Juan said this, Zhao Wen immediately thought of one person: Han Fuju.
This woman must be Han Fuju's daughter, Han Jia.
Sure enough, Ma Shaoqi's family of four arrived in front of the county government gate. The four of them and their car were too conspicuous, and they were stopped by the people on duty in front of the government gate from a distance.
Ma Shaoqi's family didn't make any fuss, they just sat quietly on the cart. They were like fellow villagers who were tired from going to the market and were taking a rest. The people on duty surrounded them, for fear that they would do something out of their control.
Zhao Wen glanced at it for a few times, then returned to his desk to continue flipping through the book, and said to Wu Juan: "Director Wu, go and do your work."
Wu Juan glanced at Zhao Wen and wanted to say something, but she remained silent and went out.
As soon as Wu Juan left, the phone on Zhao Wen's desk rang. He waited for the landline to ring seven or eight times before picking up the phone and asking hurriedly: "Who is Zhao Wen from the Letters and Calls Bureau?"
A voice came from the other end of the microphone: "Director Zhao, please bring those who are petitioning in front of the county government to the Petitions Bureau to receive them."
This was Zheng Baohua's voice. Zhao Wen agreed, hung up the phone, took a notebook and walked slowly downstairs.
The first floor of the Letters and Calls Bureau covers an area of 100 square meters. It has been roughly enclosed and turned into a reception room for offices. At this time, there are two or three staff members busy in the lobby. They all have complaints in front of them.
When they saw Zhao Wen coming, they all stood up to greet Zhao Wen and see what Zhao Wen had to say.
Zhao Wen smiled and waved, indicating that they should continue working, and then he found a place to sit down casually, listening to a staff member mediating a petition matter, writing and drawing in a notebook with a pen. The staff around him were energetic
I was very nervous and didn't know what the young director was doing.
About ten minutes later, Wu Juan came down from upstairs and saw Zhao Wen sitting in the hall. She came over and said softly: "Bureau Zhao, the phone in your office keeps ringing... The county party committee office called and asked us to go there quickly.
, get Ma Shaoqi and the others over here."
When Zhao Wen looked at Wu Juan, he put away the pen and notebook in his hand and said: "Our Letters and Calls Bureau accepts letters and calls submitted by petitioners that fall within the scope of the agency's responsibilities. Our mission is to receive petitions in various forms and
Summarize the petitioners and events and forward them to the relevant units and their departments, or their corresponding petition work agencies."
"We only handle matters assigned, forward letters and visits, and do our jobs well. We should not do anything beyond our work authority. We do not have that power, nor do we have that obligation."
"Director Wu arrived just in time, let's go outside."
Zhao Wen stood up and walked outside the lobby of the Letters and Calls Bureau.
Wu Juan listened to Zhao Wen's words and thought in her mind, so she followed Zhao Wen outside and listened to him say: "Set up a few work bulletin boards here, and then list the petition events that the people are concerned about, as well as the process of petition events that we supervise.
Posting it inside will increase the transparency of the work of our Letters and Calls Bureau, make it easier to accept supervision from the public, and reduce unnecessary misunderstandings."
Zhao Wen looked back at Wu Juan and said: "Director Wu, we are a petition bureau, not an armed police force, nor a fire fighter. We are just a reception desk that connects the previous and the next, not a royal police officer wiping someone's butt."
When Wu Juan heard Zhao Wen's words, she suddenly felt that Zhao Wen's idea was very good. In this way, the petitioners could get an idea of how well the matters they petitioned for were handled, and the Petition Bureau
The role of a passive acceptor will also change to a transmitter. From then on, even if the petitioner is not satisfied with the result of the petition, it will not have any impact on the Petition Bureau.
Wu Juan knew that if the petition letter incident was made public and transparent as Zhao Wen said, a lot of the blame-shifting and wrangling that people didn't understand before would be exposed to public supervision. If something goes wrong in any link, it means someone wants to
The Bureau of Petitions and Calls cannot be blamed for accountability. It can only be blamed on the institutions and individuals who have been petitioned.
Such a simple bulletin board not only facilitates the masses, but also liberates itself. It is also a slap in the face to many units that did not take the Bureau of Letters and Calls seriously in the past. If there is always a bulletin board in a certain period,
When the name of a certain unit appears, the quality of the work of this unit will inevitably arouse public opinion and the attention of superiors.
Zhao Wen's idea is really vicious.
The two were talking. Seeing a crowd of people gathered around the county government from a distance, Zhao Wen said: "Since it is a comrade from the government office who wants me to come over, even though it is not my job, I still go over and take a look."
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What Zhao Wen said makes sense, but it also makes no sense.
Ma Shaoqi's family of four were sitting in front of the county government. Although there was no noise or fuss, they were obviously trying to cause trouble. Maintaining the office environment and safety of the county government is the responsibility of the public security and county government guards, and has nothing to do with the Letters and Calls Bureau.
What does it matter?
However, the county party committee office, as the brain center of the county party committee, issued instructions to lower-level units and agencies. The people below should naturally abide by and complete them unconditionally. Therefore, Zhao Wen came over anyway. He stood aside and watched, because at this time Zheng Baohua had already left.
Walked out of the county party committee compound.
Zheng Baohua had a gloomy face. He didn't see Zhao Wen who was standing far away. When he arrived at Ma Shaoqi's car, he said to the people in the guard room: "What did you do? Why don't you get the person away?"
The person on duty looked at Zheng Baohua and was unable to answer. But Ma Shaoqi said loudly: "Why do you want me to leave? Am I not allowed to come to this place?"
"You can stand here. Can't I sit here?"
"I won't leave. I didn't besiege the county government, nor did I cause traffic chaos, nor did I create any trouble. First, I didn't break the law, and second, there was no opposition party. Why don't you let me sit here?"
"Are you going to expel me from the game?"
At this time, some spectators asked: "What is football membership?"
Someone explained: "It is the household registration qualification for living on earth!"
The people around burst into laughter.
Zhao Wen saw several people coming from the Public Security Bureau opposite. A police car also drove over.
Ma Shaoqi also felt that something was wrong and said: "I will stay here tonight." After saying that, he stood up, leaning on a walking stick and shouted: "Your name is Zheng Baohua, I recognize you, let me tell you. I have nothing to lose."
Yes, you can drive me away today, but I will come again tomorrow!"
"You keep trying to solve the problem for me. But I've returned to the village and been beaten up by a group of thugs again. Let me tell you, don't make people angry. If I do, I will go to the central government to sue you!"
Ma Shaoqi was still shouting, but several policemen had already picked him up and stuffed him into a police car. His wife started to fight with a group of policemen, and the two children shouted: "Let go of my father, you fucker, let go."
My mother..."
The scene was chaotic, and many people who didn't know what was going on gathered around. Ma Shaoqi's eldest son suddenly got in front of Zheng Baohua from the crowd. When someone stopped him, he bit Zheng Baohua's leg and waited for everyone to bite him.
The child was pulled away, and Zheng Baohua screamed in pain. A staff member on duty kicked the half-grown child on the buttocks. The child looked at him angrily, but the disabled little son in the car immediately started crying.
At this time, someone shouted: "He's been beaten, the police have been beaten, the officials have beaten the filial son to death!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic. As soon as Zhao Wen pulled Wu Juan, the two of them ducked behind a big tree. The police maintaining order separated the crowd and pulled the police car of Ma Shaoqi and his wife to the Public Security Bureau.
Ma Shaoqi's disabled son suddenly became silent on the cart. He stared at Zheng Baohua like a wolf looking for food. The other half-year-old child was taken to the duty room and left by the county government's duty personnel.
, and after a while he was twisted out by someone unknown and sent to the public security bureau opposite.
Zheng Baohua was in a state of embarrassment. He limped toward the courtyard and saw Zhao Wen who was watching the excitement, so he said: "How did you become the director of petitions? How could you allow these people to be here?"
There is trouble in front of the county government! This is dereliction of duty! It is dereliction of duty! We must be held accountable!"
Zhao Wen was very surprised and asked strangely: "Director Zheng, I am the director of petitions. If someone has a petition, I will definitely go to work. But he is just sitting by the road. Should I ask him for something?"
Don’t sue anyone? Then I’m really free and fine, right?”
"I am the Chief of Petitions and Calls, not a high-ranking official visiting Xinjiang incognito, nor am I wearing the Shangfang Sword."
"As for these people making trouble, I thought it was nice for them to be here, but as soon as you came, they got a little excited. I thought you had a personal relationship, or that you owed them money and refused to pay it back.
of."
When Zhao Wen said this, he said seriously: "Comrade Zheng Baohua, I solemnly tell you that you must give me an explanation for what you just said. Why did I neglect my duty? How did I neglect my duty?"
"Are you going to accuse me to the Procuratorate, or are you going to examine me on behalf of the Discipline Inspection Commission? Please make it clear!"
Zheng Baohua's face turned pale. He didn't know whether he was bitten by Xiao just now or was angry by Zhao Wen's words. He glared at Zhao Wen fiercely, and then walked towards the courtyard on crutches.
Many people present heard Zhao Wen's words and looked at Zhao Wen and Zheng Baohua blankly, wondering what these two leaders were going to do.
Zhao Wen said softly to Wu Juan: "Go back first and seize the time to finish the bulletin board I mentioned. It's best to get it out in the afternoon."
"It's up to you to decide what's posted on the bulletin board."
Wu Juan glanced at Zhao Wen, nodded and left.
Zhao Wen knew that Wu Juan would definitely seize this opportunity. As for what content to post on the bulletin board, Wu Juan was in control. This was also an opportunity for Zhao Wen to observe the attitudes of Wu Juan and Liang Yongqing who was standing behind her.
Besides, this is a matter assigned by the top leader of the Letters and Calls Bureau, and Wu Juan has no reason not to handle it.
Zhao Wen looked back at the child in the car, and the child happened to be looking at him. Zhao Wen saw anger and helplessness in Congxiao's eyes. The child had obviously seen Zhao Wen talking to Zheng Baohua and looked at him.
Zhao Wen entered the county government and his eyes took him far away.
Zhao Wen thought about it and took the elevator to Wu Yong's office, but Wu Yong was not there, so he turned to Shang Desheng's office. When Shang Desheng saw Zhao Wen coming in, he said meaningfully: "Secretary Zhao
Do you want to petition?"
Zhao Wen was not polite to Shang Desheng and asked: "Secretary, I want to report a problem."
Shang Desheng is the deputy secretary of the Huayang County Party Committee and the secretary of the County Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is naturally higher than Zhao Wen. When Zhao Wen said this, he asked: "What's the problem? Can't we wait for County Magistrate Wu to come back? County Magistrate Wu goes to the city
I'm here to give Mayor Luo a year-end work report, and I should be back soon."
As he spoke, Shang Desheng made tea for Zhao Wen and said: "This is Pu'er tea. It can help you lose weight. If you have problems, try to correct them. If they don't, try to encourage them. It's always good to take precautions."
Zhao Wen suddenly laughed and said: "Secretary Shang's tea is always famous, I have to taste it slowly."
(To be continued) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
