When the clock reached nine o'clock in the evening, the office of the ancient city government was still brightly lit.
Contrary to what most people imagine, the nine-to-five life rhythm of civil servants is often limited to business departments, such as "service agencies" and "nerve hubs" such as secretarial departments, general offices, and mayor's offices. Often at nine o'clock in the evening,
Ten o'clock is just the beginning, and staying up until the early hours of the morning is just routine.
There are too many things that can be done at night. I am busy organizing the recent meeting, busy inspecting the industrial area tomorrow, and busy communicating privately with the leaders. It is very likely that the matter has been settled at night. The meeting during the day is just a process.
, keep a written record.
Office staff are also accustomed to taking time off from their busy schedule. When there is no urgent work at hand, their real job is actually "waiting for work that may happen."
At this time, it doesn't matter if you take a nap or do some personal things.
But today is different. Not only all the big leaders in the city are here, but also the chief officials of each district are on the spot. The office secretaries who serve as liaison personnel all look nervous, waiting for news.
"The Secretariat of the Development Zone just called. The people who attacked and caused trouble at the airship factory have been restrained, but the organizer behind the scenes has not yet been found out. We hope to get support from our side."
"Support? Their development zone is full of people and supernumerary extraordinary professionals. Do they need our support?"
"Nominal support. After all, most of them are aliens. If the suspects who incited the riots were found to be phosphorus spreaders or other aliens, it would be better if they were found to be humans."
The cadres in the general office were also a little helpless. They also knew that 90% of the organizers behind this "non-violent demonstration" caused by the strike were local citizens.
No one can tell whether it is specifically the low-end employed people who lost their jobs due to the impact of foreign races, or the private entrepreneurs who lost their property due to the impact of foreign companies (dumping of cheap goods).
"This is the third day of this month, it's only the third of the month."
Vigorously introducing the desert ethnic Saphos people is the official development strategy of the ancient city. While it has brought considerable economic growth and human resources, it has also made the entire city overloaded in all aspects.
Forget about public facilities, educational resources, medical and social security and other public resources, when the "Phosphorus Spreader Development Zone" can no longer accommodate the increasing number of aliens, other areas of the entire city also begin to flood.
In the long run, this is not a bad thing in itself, and it has significantly reduced labor costs. However, the accompanying data is a large amount of replaceable low-end employment data, which has become extremely ugly, and many vicious incidents and cases have occurred.
But if we really want to find out something, it's hard to tell whether the boss of the illegal workers who exploited and cheated was the villain who forced him into committing crimes, or whether the illegal workers who used extraordinary powers to harm ordinary people were the murderers.
Something happened, which itself was a tragedy that harmed both parties and their families, but with the "impact of the times", these things happen every day.
What the city government and its general office can do is to eliminate its impact as much as possible and make everything develop in a positive direction, at least on the surface.
"In the first half of this year, our GDP increased by 31% compared with last year, and by 73% the year before last year. As long as the economy improves and the market becomes bigger, everyone will be fine."
"Now is the period of labor pains. We should be patient. If we endure, we will win."
"Promote the 'Employment Regulations for the Undocumented Workers' Population', and at least ease the conflicts between them."
The meaning of this is to give illegal workers a temporary status, finalize the minimum wage, and avoid social conflicts.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you try to implement it today, tomorrow the local unemployed humans will go to the capital to file a lawsuit."
At the other end of the house, in the sealed conference room, the leaders of the city government began their "squabbles" that were destined to be fruitless.
In fact, from the beginning, this was not a problem that a normal city government should face.
In the final analysis, this is all caused by greed.
In order to surpass Changping and become the state capital of the new generation, they attracted an excessive number of aliens such as the Phosphorus Spreaders.
Nowadays, the development zone has developed, and an industrial chain with "airship" as its flagship product has also been established, but it still cannot satisfy the overflowing human resources.
There are too many idle manpower in the market, which naturally leads to a decline in the "average salary". The resulting social instability and high crime rate dissatisfaction among local citizens have become the biggest headache for city leaders.
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Everyone knows that this is a period of labor pains. The rising GDP and fiscal revenue indicate that a bright future is ahead. However, the city leaders in charge of public security and social security no longer know whether they have a future.
Obviously, the alien population, which now exceeds at least 300,000, has become too big to lose, and it is unrealistic to stop.
"Their total strength may have exceeded the local official combat strength."
"It's definitely exceeded. They have multiple rule levels."
Even if the two regular-level phosphorus-spreading bosses do nothing and just hang out in the development zone, many "little tricks" can become meaningless.
City managers can only work hard to reduce the impact and hope to get through this so-called painful period as soon as possible.
"As hosts, we want to warn you!"
"Okay, okay, okay, please show me how to hang a bell around the cat's neck."
Mayor Li Xingwu, who convened the meeting, sighed as he looked at the emergency meeting that was once again mired in quagmire.
He and his team all know that the higher-ups of the Spreaders have tried their best to restrain and even suppress their own people, but people have to eat, and aliens who have no jobs and no food will definitely become the new society.
stabilizing factors.
Mayor Li took a sip of tea and was about to dissolve the meeting again, and then went to see the commotion over there when a call came in.
"It's me, Li Xingwu. Governor Ruan? Oh, urgent matter? Pick-up at the airport?! Don't make fun of me, I'm in a hurry here."
Both Mayor Li who was listening to the phone and other cadres in the office were a little confused.
What kind of thing is this? A super boss is here and he still needs people like himself to pick him up at the airport and get closer to him?
"Good thing? Stop kidding me. What, you're not joking? Those people have double-digit rules levels?! Our people?! Isn't this really a dream?"
In the midst of the chaos, the phone was finally put down, and at this time, the stoic old mayor burst into laughter.
"Let's go and pick up the airport! Everyone, go together! Is there a municipal government executive meeting tomorrow? Postponed, everyone follow me and go to the state capital to pick up the airport!"