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Chapter 973 Is it to show off?

In Zhao Jianhui's office, Wang Yunxiang reported his work to Zhao Jianhui. When Wang Yunxiang mentioned that after the urban and rural housing construction in recent years, there are still three shantytowns in Jincheng City that have not been renovated, and there are still nearly 160,000 people living in the tube buildings built in the 1950s and 1960s. [.Com text]

In the 1950s, some state-owned enterprises such as railway construction and cotton mills, which were responsible for the national economy and people's livelihood at the time, built a batch of tube buildings in the urban area to accommodate employees. However, with the development of the economy, those factories that were originally in the limelight have long been shut down and closed down, which has also caused those employees who have worked hard for national construction to still live in tube buildings.

Some of these houses have long become dangerous houses, but these old workers rely on their few wages to live and have no money to move out. There are even more cases where a family of six or seven people live in a tube-shaped building of only 40 or 50 square meters. Not to mention comfort, even safety has become a guarantee.

"Why haven't these places been renovated yet?" Zhao Jianhui frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Two places are because there are no developers because of the bad location, and the other is because even after compensation according to the existing policy, those people still can't come up with the hundreds of thousands of yuan needed to move back to their homes..." Wang Yunxiang answered very calmly. This is not his fault. If it is not handed over to the developer for development, the government will need billions of funds for demolition. Neither Jincheng City nor the provincial finance can come up with so much money.

"We have calculated an account. If it is the government's demolition, the fiscal expenditure may be 20 to 30 billion or more." Wang Yunxiang looked at Zhao Jianhui and said in a low voice.

Zhao Jianhui stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly on the table. Yes, where can we get so much money? You can shout a few slogans, but you can't shout out real money.

But, will the problem be solved if we sit in the office and worry about the heating?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui stood up and said, "Let's go out together and take a look at the places you mentioned." His action scared Wang Yunxiang: "Ah... Are we going there now? Should we let the General Office notify the people below, or at least let the public security..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jianhui waved his hand and interrupted him: "We are the people's servants. Are we still afraid of the people? Don't tell anyone, just a few of us will go down."

The few people Zhao Jianhui mentioned were him, Wang Yunxiang, Secretary-General Xia Chunlan, Li Wen, and driver and bodyguard Sun Liyun. Five people and one car drove to the shantytowns he mentioned under the guidance of Wang Yunxiang.

The first place they arrived was the slums in the west of the city that had been included in the urban reconstruction and demolition plan. The alleys here were relatively narrow, only two or three meters wide, and there were messy sundries piled in front of each person's door. Except for tricycles, cars could not enter.

The buildings on both sides of the alley are still the kind with exposed red bricks. There are electric wires and steel wires everywhere under the eaves, and clothes are hung on them to dry, just like the World Expo, colorful like the national flags of various countries.

On the walls and on the poles, there are red circles everywhere, with big characters written inside. It seems that these words have been written for a long time, but they have not been removed until now.

This may not be just a matter of money.

People in the alley are riding bicycles in and out in an endless stream, rushing for life, one by one in a hurry... Going forward, a very unpleasant smell of garbage made Zhao Jianhui wrinkle his nose, and gradually approached a pile of garbage. The garbage pile formed by the thigh-high short stone wall was already full, and more garbage overflowed and covered half of the road, so people had to detour. Fortunately, it is early spring now, and the temperature is still very low. If it were summer, it would definitely be a spectacular scene of swarms of flies!

A few old men in their fifties and sixties were squatting on the roadside not far ahead, smoking and chatting. They looked at Zhao Jianhui and the others with a puzzled look in their eyes.

Looking at the clothes of the few people, it seems that they don’t live in this area. What’s so good about this place?

Zhao Jianhui walked towards the old man, who was obviously a little nervous and even stood up from his squatting position: “What do you do? You don’t live here, do you?”

“Uncle, you are right. You can tell me that you have seen the world. I have a question for you... That is... Why don’t the people in the sanitation department clean up the garbage on your street? The person who lives in front of the garbage dump is unlucky. Everyone has paid the sanitation management fee, right? Can you tell me about this situation?” Zhao Jianhui said with a smile.

“Ah... Are you doing an investigation in the city? I don’t think you look like a local?” The old man looked Zhao Jianhui up and down.

"Heh... There are many outsiders working in Jincheng. I just came here to check out the situation. This area will be demolished this year, but some work still needs to be done. We can't treat our citizens badly..."

The old men looked at each other and then set their eyes on Zhao Jianhui. When one old man heard Zhao Jianhui's official tone, he couldn't help but groan. If it weren't for his handsome face, clear eyes, and the appearance of a gentleman, he would have picked up the brick he was sitting on and hit Zhao Jianhui in the face.

The little old man who spoke to Zhao Jianhui just now was still qualified. He sighed and said: "We are in this situation now. In the past two years, we have been clamoring for demolition and so on. Each household has to pay a certain amount for demolition. It is said that the shanty towns are being renovated and constructed, but the people in this area are all poor. Where can they pay the relocation fee of more than 100,000 yuan? Go?, but the city stopped doing anything about it, and now no one cares about it. There are frequent water and power outages, and no one cares about the garbage on the streets. However, the relevant departments take care of various expenses. If you don’t pay the money after the due date, the fine will be doubled. Now the officials don’t know what’s going on, they just open their hands and ask for money from the people.”

Wang Yunxiang and Xia Chunlan, who were behind Zhao Jianhui, couldn't help but blush. But Zhao Jianhui's expression remained unchanged. He listened to the little old man nagging and nodded his head.

Unknowingly, I chatted with the little old man for more than half an hour. Finally, I found out that the little old man’s surname was Zhang. He was fifty-seven years old. His wife had been dead for a few years. He had two children and didn’t care about him. He just relied on a few to retreat. Salary living, life in this area is not good but not too bad.

After saying goodbye to Lao Zhangtou, Zhao Jianhui continued to walk forward and came to a low wall. He heard a woman's roar coming from inside: "Put it down, there are no straw sticks in here." My, this is what you old couple have said a long time ago..."

Looking through the gap in the wall, I saw a young woman in her twenties fighting for a piece of dark felt with an older woman. Next to them stood a little girl with a frightened face.

The old woman looked gray-haired and looked like she was sixty or seventy years old. How could she be the match for the young woman? Soon, she was pushed to the ground by the young woman, and the tattered felt was snatched away by the young woman.

The little girl watched and ran over to pull the old woman. How could she pull an adult with her strength? Suddenly he opened his mouth and started crying: "Mom is bad, beat grandma..."

Zhao Jianhui, who was standing outside the wall, couldn't help but change his color. He really didn't expect that the women who were arguing were actually a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"You damn thing, can't you just take pity on me? When you got married, I said that I would even give you this house and all these things, but the weather is still very cold at night, and the wind was strong last night. They scraped off the asbestos tiles where his father and I live. I use this piece of felt to keep out the cold, but it’s useless for you to keep it..."

The young woman ignored the old woman's words, stretched out her finger and poked the little girl's forehead and cursed: "You are a rip-off, how come your mother is a bad person? Do you think there is anything else in this house? It's all been taken away by others, you guys?" Who cares if you have no place to live when you grow up? I have to keep this thing. When your brother grows up and gets married, your father and I will use it to build a shack."

Originally, he wanted to say something, but Zhao Jianhui felt his throat was dry, but he couldn't say anything. Is this situation just caused by the young woman's lack of filial piety?

“…When a new urban area like a garden is built everywhere, it is hard for us to imagine that in this city full of flowers, there are still hundreds of thousands of people with families still living in low, humid, dilapidated shantytowns. What we see are the happy and bright smiles of people who have moved to new homes, but who has seen some old workers vacating the tube building for their son’s wedding, and the old couple sleeping in the culvert under the bridge?”

The climate inside the provincial party committee conference room is pleasant, and several pots of out-of-season flowers are blooming. Zhao Jianhui attended the first Standing Committee meeting he came to Xichuan. When Zhang Huaiqiang announced that the meeting was open and had not yet begun to discuss today's issues, Zhao Jianhui raised his hand to speak, and the whole room was filled with his ear-piercing voice.

"So, I personally believe that the transformation of shantytowns has reached an urgent time. Today, I formally propose that the government funds the construction and uses five years to eliminate the history of shantytowns in Jincheng..."

When Zhao Jianhui was speaking, Zhang Huaiqiang had been listening calmly. When he heard this, he reached out and smoothed his neatly combed hair, nodded with a smile and said: "This matter Comrade Jianhui talked about is a big deal." Question, I agree with Comrade Zhao Jianhui’s proposal, but... Governor, this is the question you are talking about. It requires a lot of money to solve. Since you mentioned it here today, you must have found a solution, right? I and other comrades on the Standing Committee will wait and see. If you need our support, just say it, even if you ask me. I am willing to carry bricks and mud on the construction site as long as I can get this thing done..."

Old fox. As soon as Zhao Jianhui heard what Zhang Huaiqiang said, he immediately understood what he meant. You can ask me to move the bricks and mud, but there is nothing I can do if you want money. You just have to figure it out yourself. This is originally a matter for your provincial government. This plan was proposed by you yourself. If it is done well, it will be the leadership of our provincial party committee. But if it is not done well, Governor Zhao will accept it alone when the decision is made. Well, who told you to be pushy?

In fact, Zhang Huaiqiang never thought why Zhao Jianhui, who was always rumored to be smart and capable by his family, would make such a low-level mistake today.

Yes, the renovation of shanty towns is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. If it is done well, it will win a lot of political achievements and win the love of the people. However, if this thing is easy to do, where can you, Zhao Jianhui, get it?

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