Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 546: Either fish and water are in love or water is hot and cold

Ye Huating's smile was bitter, but Tan Xiaoming's smile was full of coldness. He didn't expect that what had been agreed would actually turn out like this. Now that Diao Hesheng has recruited their Deliang Company, then all of them can

It's all a bit dangerous.

"Build the plank road openly and visit the warehouse secretly." Tan Xiaoming thought about these words, and the muscles on his face became a little tight.

"Xiao Ming, damn, didn't you say that nothing happened? How could it have happened like this! Diao Hesheng was arrested by that man named Ye. Are we brothers just sitting there waiting to be killed?" A man in his thirties sat next to Liu Ronghe.

The man who was many years old shouted loudly towards Tan Xiaoming, his voice full of dissatisfaction with Tan Xiaoming.

If it were in the past, Tan Xiaoming would have taught the man a lesson, but now, he has no intention of caring about it. He waved his hand impatiently and said: "Meng Laosan, did I say just sit back and wait for death? Why are you crying?"

We were fooled this time, so we can only say that our methods are low, but if anyone wants to take advantage of our brothers, then we have to see if his teeth are good!"

Tan Xiaoming's gritted words made Meng Laosan's expression soothed a lot. This time, if there weren't too many things involving him, he wouldn't have spoken like this to Tan Xiaoming. Now that Tan Xiaoming has expressed his stance, he wouldn't dare

The pressure was too much. After adjusting his emotions, he smiled and said: "I'm just saying, as long as Brother Ming is here, the matter will be solved. Brother, what do you think we should do next?"

"Since that man named Ye wants to cause trouble for our brother, we can't just sit back and wait here. In my opinion, there is no dog that doesn't eat meat, and there is no cat that doesn't steal fish, but we have to get his appetite right.

Yes!" Tan Xiaoming took a sip of the red wine placed next to him, and his voice returned to calmness.

Liu Ronghe's eyes were always looking at Tan Xiaoming. He knew in his heart that although each of them had a good background, it was not as easy as bragging if they wanted to make a tough move on a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee.

Meng Laosan also understands this truth. Even though he follows Tan Xiaoming to do whatever he wants, he relies on his father's prestige. Now, if he wants to give a more powerful position to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection Secretary who is still above his father,

Although the shouting was a bit exaggerated, there was no confidence in his heart.

Seeing the two silent people, Tan Xiaoming felt a little proud in his heart. Mixed with these two simple-minded guys with well-developed limbs, how could they do it without a shrewd person to make suggestions? No wonder the ancestors said that those who work hard will govern others.

Those who work hard govern others. This statement is not true at all, just point it at these two stupid heads, why don’t they have to listen to themselves in the future?

"Xiaoming, what do you think we should do?" When Meng Laosan saw that everyone was not angry, he couldn't hold it in anymore. After all, he was the one who came forward the most when it came to Shanyuan Iron and Steel Plant. If Ye Huating wanted to

When it comes to people, he is definitely the first person to deal with.

"It may not be easy to find a flaw in Ye Huating at this time, but it is not that difficult to create one for him. Rong He, I heard that the matter of Wang Zijun is still under investigation. The one who slapped Zhang Lujia

Is the woman Gao Jinghong still under investigation?" Although Tan Xiaoming was asking Liu Ronghe, his tone was completely affirmative.

"Yes, I heard that the woman was tortured several times." Liu Ronghe pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"Then let's start with this woman!" Tan Xiaoming smiled faintly, his face becoming more gloomy.

…

Under Dong Guoqing's guidance, Dongpu City's leading group on the restructuring of the cotton garment factory was quickly established, and Wang Zijun, as the group leader, was successfully approved during the discussion of the Standing Committee.

On the second day after the resolution was passed, Wang Zijun launched his own restructuring plan, and with the launch of this plan, some people were happy and others were worried.

"Mayor Feng, what do you think we should do about this? In my opinion, Mayor Wang's restructuring plan is not aimed at restructuring at all. It is clearly about curing people. Taking down us people will achieve the goal.

!" Zhao Xingong, director of the cotton spinning and garment factory, looked at Feng Zhichang with a sad face and complaints in his voice.

Feng Zhichang sat behind his desk and looked down upon Zhao Xingong's behavior. Although he despised him in his heart, he said with a faint smile on his face: "Old Zhao, you have been working in the cotton garment factory for so many years, how could you just

Do you have so little confidence in the leadership team of the election factory? How do you know you will definitely not be elected?"

"Mayor Feng, I have a hard time talking about it! It's hard to be a poor family. You know, the cotton textile and garment industry has been in recession in recent years. As a factory director, I can't speak forcefully!" Zhao Xingong rubbed his hands, feeling extremely aggrieved.

said.

Feng Zhichang said nothing, took a sip from the water glass in front of him, and lay down behind the sofa.

Seeing Feng Zhichang's nonchalant look, Zhao Xingong cursed in his heart, but he said respectfully: "Mayor Feng, to be honest, I don't want to be the director of the factory anymore. Being the director of the factory is nothing more than working harder.

Some

, just for the sake of superficiality. The only thing I worry about is that I am afraid that I will not be sorry for the importance you place on me. If the position of the factory director is lost, then Mr. Tian and his friends’ plan to purchase a cotton garment factory may be aborted.

Got it!"

"Huh, what do you mean, do you want me, the executive deputy mayor, to give orders to the mayor?!"

At this time, Feng Zhichang was also full of resentment. Although he had already talked to Dong Guoqing and knew that Dong Guoqing's move was to give Wang Zijun a burden, he was still angry in his heart. The cotton clothing factory was taken over by Wang Zijun. Then

The acquisition of the cotton garment factory quickly came to nothing. This is something Feng Zhichang absolutely cannot accept!

Seeing Feng Zhichang's face turn ashen, Zhao Xingong hurriedly said: "Mayor Feng, I don't mean that. I mean, look, can you give Mayor Wang some advice? It's best to have a connection between the old and new teams. As the director of the factory,

I have been working in the garment factory for many years, and even if I have no credit, I still have to work hard. Can you, can you, you, the old team members, be properly retained?"

"Do you have to keep your position as factory director because of hard work?" Feng Zhichang said with a sarcastic smile.

Zhao Xingong can become the director of a large factory, and he is very good at observing people's words, and he is definitely not stupid. He can see Feng Zhichang's attitude, but he can't mind it. The current situation is pressing, and he must treat Feng Zhichang as

Rely on him, otherwise, he will not be able to keep his position as factory director!

"Mayor Feng, I am doing this for your and Mr. Tian's plan, right?"

There was a smile on Feng Zhichang's face. He nodded to Zhao Xin and said, "Old Zhao, we have known each other for several years. Do you know what I admire most about you?"

Zhao Xingong did not speak, but looked at Feng Zhichang with a questioning look. Feng Zhichang clapped his hands and said: "Although you have many shortcomings, at least one thing makes me feel at ease, honesty! Sometimes, this one

The advantages are enough to benefit a person for a lifetime!”

"Thank you, Mayor Feng, for your affirmation. I'm so happy that you can look at me like this!" Zhao Xingong looked at Feng Zhichang's smile and couldn't help but feel a little more uneasy in his heart.

"But Lao Zhao, you have to understand the situation clearly. With my current relationship with Mayor Wang, even if I make suggestions to him and argue for you, how likely do you think he will listen to me?"

"This..." Zhao Xingong was speechless for a moment, thinking how could I know this, but thinking about the rumors about the relationship between Wang Zijun and Dong Guoqing, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart was as cold as a cold.

"Mayor Wang will never listen to me. Instead of asking for help now, you might as well save yourself. Did you know that several banks in our city have rejected the city's plan to inject capital into your cotton garment factory? You know

The rejection of this plan means

What? That means the bank will no longer issue a penny loan to your cotton garment factory! Without loans, the restructuring work of the garment factory will be difficult to carry out, and there is basically no possibility of revitalization!" Feng Zhichang looked at the tea cup gently.

, he said seductively.

Zhao Xingong did not immediately answer Feng Zhichang's words. After pondering for a moment, he agreed: "You are right. Without loans, the factory cannot operate at all."

"That's right. Without loans, the cotton garment factory can't operate at all. Once the factory stops production, no matter how it is restructured, it is just a piece of paper. As the director of a factory, you are willing to let thousands of workers work on this piece of paper.

Are you going to wait hopelessly?"

After hearing this, Zhao Xingong finally figured it out. When he looked at Feng Zhichang, his eyes became more and more uneasy.

Feng Zhichang knew what he was hesitating about, and waved his hand towards Zhao Xingong who was standing, and then said: "Old Zhao, you have no way out now. If you stand up to resist, maybe you, the factory director, can continue to be the director.

Possibly; but if Mayor Wang’s plan is implemented, I don’t know if the garment factory can be saved, but as the director of the factory, you must let Xian survive. I have told you the situation, what to do is up to you.

Consider it!”

Zhao Xingong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it. If it were in the past, he would definitely give in to Feng Zhichang, but now, how can he have the mind to worry about so many red tapes? He can hardly keep his position anymore.

There is no use in flattering!

He took two strong puffs on his cigarette, threw it on the ground and stamped it out, saying bitterly, "Hey! I can't be the factory director anyway, so I'll take a chance on you!"

Feng Zhichang looked at the extinguished and deformed cigarette butt, with a faint smile on his face. He stood up and walked to Zhao Xingong's side, stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Xingong's shoulder and said: "Old Zhao, that's right.

Sometimes it may not be beneficial to swallow your anger, but if you go all out and give it a try, it may have a turnaround effect, which is not necessarily a bad thing."

"I understand, Mayor Feng, just wait. No matter how bad I am as the factory director, I can't just sit and wait for death. Then Qin Hui has two other lovers. I don't believe that I, Zhao Xingong, can

Such a coward!"

Zhao Xingong left Feng Zhichang's office with his head held high, and just after he left Feng Zhichang's office, a cold smile appeared on Feng Zhichang's lips. After the secretary came over and closed the office door, he waved the secretary to leave and picked up his hands again.

The cup of tea that had lost its temperature, Feng Zhichang murmured to himself: "Secretary Dong, don't you want Wang Zijun to get stuck in the quagmire? How can I do it without my contribution, then I will give you something...

…”

In Wang Zijun's office, Liu Yanfu said with an angry look: "Mayor Wang, those bank guys are so shameless. You have said all that, yet they still don't get a cent. I don't think so.

Give them a little power, and they won't know who has the final say in Dongpu City!"

Wang Zijun looked at Liu Yanfu walking around and smiled and said: "Mayor Liu, sit down and have a cup of tea. I got this from Secretary Dong. You can be regarded as my first

guest."

"The first guest?" Liu Yanfu subconsciously repeated Wang Zijun's words and suddenly said: "Mayor Wang, why do I feel that your words are a bit ambiguous?"

"Screw you, you have impure thoughts!" Wang Zijun waved his hand towards Liu Yanfu, cursed with a smile, and then placed a small cup of tea next to Liu Yanfu.

After Liu Yanfu smiled and begged for mercy, he said: "Mayor Wang, I think there must be someone behind the bank's doing this. Otherwise, they shouldn't be so heartless. If they have the courage, they can't give you any face at all.

!”

Wang Zijun smiled and said nothing, but Liu Yanfu continued: "Mayor Wang, if the government allocates funds to the cotton garment factory, it would be an emergency solution. However, the city's finances are not rich now. How much money can be spent?

One million is the limit."

"If the cotton garment factory wants to restart production, it needs to invest at least 20 million. A few million is just a drop in the bucket and cannot solve the problem." Wang Zijun flicked the table and said in a deep voice.

Liu Yanfu himself also knew how much money was needed for cotton spinning clothing. He glanced at Wang Zijun, smiled bitterly and said: "Mayor Zijun, don't say 20 million, it's 10 million. You kill me."

I can’t take it out either.”

Wang Zijun knew that Liu Yanfu would not lie to him. Ever since he came to Dongpu City, Liu Yanfu had always supported him in his work. If he said who he trusted the most in Dongpu City, Liu Yanfu was undoubtedly Wang Zijun's must-have.

choice.

"I know that 20 million is very difficult for you, and I am not prepared to ask you to come up with 20 million." As Wang Zijun spoke, the conversation changed: "Yanfu, your deadline for temporary employment is coming soon, isn't it?"

"There is still more than a month left. Mayor Zijun, to be honest, the period when you came to Dongpu City was the most comfortable and happiest period of my work."

Liu Yanfu's originally smiling face turned very gloomy in an instant. Leaving Dongpu City and ending his temporary job was almost an expectation for him before, but now, since Wang Zijun became the mayor of Dongpu City,

His life in Dongpu City is very comfortable. Although he is not a member of the Standing Committee or the executive deputy mayor, his work is carried out smoothly in all departments of Dongpu City. No unit dares not to give Mayor Liu face.

.

He knew that Wang Zijun was behind all of this.

Therefore, Liu Yanfu didn't really want to leave, but his home and relationship were not in Dongpu City. Even if he wanted to stay, it was not something Dongpu City could decide.

Wang Zijun looked at Liu Yanfu who was hesitant, stood up from the sofa and patted Liu Yanfu on the shoulder: "Brother, if you travel a thousand miles, there is no banquet that lasts forever. To be honest, I don't want you to leave, brother, without you.

Brother, let me sit in charge, so I can worry less. But from your brother's point of view, if you stay in Dongpu City and don't go back, you can move faster and better."

Liu Yanfu understood the meaning of Wang Zijun's words. The reason why he came down to take a temporary post this time was to get gold plating. Once the temporary post is over, once he goes back, with his current achievements, he will definitely move and change positions. Waiting

His will be another world.

But now, he is really reluctant to leave, not to mention that this time is very critical for Wang Zijun. It would be easy for him to just slap his butt and leave, but he has to leave a lot of problems to Wang Zijun!

While the two were talking, there was a rapid knock on the door. Wang Zijun said lightly, "Come in," and saw Cai Yuancang walking in quickly.

"Mayor Wang, Mayor Liu." Although there was a hint of impatience on Cai Yuancang's face, he still greeted the two of them in a polite manner.

"What's the matter?" As Wang Zijun spoke, he waved his hand towards Cai Yuancang, gesturing for him to sit down and talk.

"Mayor Wang, we just received news that a worker in a cotton garment factory jumped from the production workshop of the garment factory because he could not pay off his debt..."

Before Cai Yuancang finished speaking, Liu Yanfu couldn't wait to ask: "How is the situation now? Have the workers been rescued?"

As the deputy mayor, Liu Yanfu is very aware of the responsibilities that Wang Zijun, the leader of the restructuring work leading group, has to bear. If something involving human life is at stake, Wang Zijun will have a hard time talking about it.

"Fortunately, they were discovered early and were rescued. However, the workers were so excited that they lined up to besiege the city government, saying they wanted to survive." Cai Yuancang wiped his sweat and continued.

Wang Zijun felt a little relieved at this time, as long as no one was killed. He flicked his fingers on the table and asked in a deep voice: "Where are the workers in the factory now?"

"Mayor Wang, when Zhao Xingong, the director of the cotton textile and garment factory, called just now, he said that the workers were almost at the door of the city hall. On the phone, he said that he was incompetent and failed to persuade these workers to petition."

After Cai Yuancang answered Wang Zijun's question, the air in Wang Zijun's office suddenly became solemn. When he saw Wang Zijun was silent, Cai Yuancang carefully asked for instructions: "Mayor Wang, would you like to inform the public security department?

, let them come over?"

"No, the workers came to the city hall just to make an argument. There is no need to make a fuss. Why did you ask the Public Security Bureau to come? They are not class enemies. Let's go, I'll go see these workers." As Wang Zijun spoke, he stood up from his chair.

Stand up and walk outside.

Before he could even take two steps, Liu Yanfu grabbed Wang Zijun and said, "Mayor Wang, let me go. What's the point of killing a chicken with a cleaver? If you, the mayor, have to do everything personally and do everything yourself.

, then are we, the deputy mayors, too shameless!"

Although Liu Yanfu was smiling when he spoke, Wang Zijun understood his thoughts. Liu Yanfu was clearly filling the tank for him. Even if something happened, it would not endanger him, Wang Zijun.

Feeling Liu Yanfu's sincerity, Wang Zijun felt moved in his heart.

"Mayor Wang, I think it's better to let Mayor Liu step forward first. If Mayor Liu can't stabilize the situation, it won't be too late for you to take action." Cai Yuancang glanced at Liu Yanfu, gritted his teeth, and kept it in his stomach.

What he said came out.

"I understand the good intentions of you two. Avoidance is not the solution to the problem, so I'll go ahead." Wang Zijun smiled, his eyes full of determination.

Liu Yanfu wanted to persuade him again, but Wang Zijun had already opened the door and left with a quick stride.

And the moment Wang Zijun walked out of the room, the phone on his desk rang desperately. Cai Yuancang looked at Wang Zijun who walked out and quickly answered the phone.

"Mayor Wang, this is Secretary Dong's call. Secretary Dong asked you to solve the problem of people's petitions. In addition, Secretary Dong said that an observation group from the Provincial People's Congress will arrive in our city in two hours. Please be sure to come to our city as soon as possible.

The petitioners were dispersed." After Cai Yuancang put down the phone, he said to Wang Zijun in a deep voice.

The problem was solved within two hours. Listening to what Cai Yuancang conveyed, Liu Yanfu couldn't help but feel a little more worried about Wang Zijun.

…………

The door of Feng Zhichang's office was tightly closed, but at this time, Mayor Feng did not sit majestically behind his desk, but carefully climbed on the window and peeked outside with interest.

The window of Feng Zhichang's office faced the government gate, and looking out from this window, he could see everything going on outside as far as he could see. He looked at the workers of the cotton textile and garment factory who had gathered at the gate of the government, and secretly felt in his heart

It was so fun! Although there was no sound, looking at the posture, the scene must have been extremely hot.

The workers of the cotton textile and garment factory came to petition again, and there was also a worker who wanted to jump off the building because of debts. In sympathy with each other, these workers and masters had no place to express their grievances, so they must be very excited, right?

As the mayor, how can Wang Zijun remain calm and calm in the face of such a scene? I'm afraid now, like an ant on a hot pot, he is thinking about how to hide out through the side door of the government? Just as he was gloating in his heart

At that moment, he accidentally looked back, and a scene that surprised him appeared: Wang Zijun was walking towards the workers.

Hey, what's going on? Wang Zijun took the initiative instead? Isn't it obvious that he was looking for scolding? Hey, this mayor is really glorious. While honoring his ancestors, he also occasionally makes people insult his ancestors in front of his face.

Eight generations have given greetings! Not bad, not bad.

"Dudududu"

The ringtone of his cell phone rang at this moment. Like most leaders, Feng Zhichang also has two cell phones in his hand, one for himself and the other for his secretary. The cell phone that is ringing now is his own.

, and also knew that if a small number of people could dial this mobile phone number, it was definitely not an ordinary relationship.

Although Feng Zhichang was a little reluctant, he still took the phone over. As soon as he answered the call, he heard Zhao Xingong's voice on the other end of the phone: "Mayor Feng, hello, I am Zhao Xingong, have you seen it now?

There are still workers gathering towards the city hall!"

"Yeah." Feng Zhichang did not express his position. At this moment, although he liked Zhao Xingong's understanding of his intention and the way he was able to provoke a petition so quickly, he was a little dissatisfied with Zhao Xingong calling him at this time.

"Mayor Feng, at this time, should we..." Zhao Xingong asked in a deep voice after hesitating for a moment.

Feng Zhichang knew what Zhao Xingong meant by making this call now, but he did not answer, but hung up the phone directly. At the same time, in his heart, Zhao Xingong was marked as a dead wood that cannot be carved. At this time, ask yourself

Can I tell you about this sensitive issue? You are obviously trying to bring down the leader. How should an excellent subordinate treat the leader? Then you have to take the credit and not be proud. There has been one person who took the blame! It is really stupid!

Cursing secretly in his heart, Feng Zhichang turned to look out the window and saw that Wang Zijun had already arrived in front of the workers at this time. Looking at Wang Zijun standing in front of the workers under the scorching sun, Feng Zhichang thought to himself: Mayor Wang

, don’t blame me for roasting you on the fire rack, you forced me to do this...

Although Wang Zijun didn't know that Feng Zhichang was spying on him at this time, he could definitely imagine how many pairs of eyes were watching him behind the curtains in the two office buildings of the municipal party committee and the government.

"Mayor Wang, the workers were agitated and said... that if we don't give them an explanation today, they won't leave."

Chen Minghai, deputy director of the Municipal Letters and Calls Bureau, quickly came to Wang Zijun's side and said with a hint of anxiety. Chen Minghai is in his forties and wears a pair of glasses. He usually speaks in a leisurely manner. I don't know if it is because of this.

Because of this, he was put in the position of the Letters and Calls Bureau by someone who knew him well.

But now Chen Minghai is no longer as calm as before. Looking at the workers shouting in front of him, sweat is pouring from his head. Moreover, what makes him feel even more embarrassed is that the mayor, Comrade Wang Zijun, did not invite

Zilai, if he attacks Mayor Wang again, then he, as the deputy director of the Letters and Calls Bureau, will probably have the impression that he is incompetent and ineffective.

"***Grandson, why the hell did you go down for an inspection at this time? You're the one to blame for this mess!" Chen Minghai cursed his immediate boss in an extremely annoyed tone, and Chen Minghai looked at him.

Prince Jun.

Wang Zijun looked at the workers who were already in a mess and the city government guard blocking the workers. He pondered for a moment and said, "Is there a loudspeaker?"

"Yes." Chen Minghai immediately understood what Wang Zijun meant. As he spoke, he waved to a staff member of the Letters and Calls Bureau standing not far away. The man ran over quickly, and Chen Minghai took it from the man's hand.

The loudspeaker said: "Mayor Wang, do you want to turn on this loudspeaker?"

Wang Zijun took the open loudspeaker, took a step forward and said loudly: "Workers and masters, please be quiet. I am Wang Zijun. Everyone came to the city government to solve problems. Now my city

The growth has come out. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, but there is one thing. If everyone comes one by one and talks with so many mouths, my ears can’t hear clearly. Don’t you think so?"

The workers who were making a mess and making noise stopped talking one by one after Wang Zijun's voice came out. They looked at Wang Zijun standing in front of them and fell silent for a while.

However, the silence was only temporary. After a few minutes, more than a dozen people were heard shouting: "Mayor Wang, we haven't paid wages for several months. We want wages and we want to eat!"

"Mayor Wang, what should I do with my medical expenses? Now the hospital is going to stop taking my medicine. How can I live without medicine..."

Looking at the sound that sounded again, Wang Zijun pondered for a moment and then loudly suggested: "Master workers, please be quiet. We are here to report the problem. If the problem cannot be solved, we don't want to leave empty-handed. That's it."

I’m going back! I think it’s better to let the government open the big conference room and let’s go there. It’ll be cool and convenient for talking. Do you think that’s okay?”

After standing for a long time, these petitioning workers were already thirsty and couldn't bear the heat. When Wang Zijun said this, although the workers did not speak, their attitudes softened significantly. Seeing this, Wang Zijun explained to Chen Minghai:

"Hurry up and open the big conference room, and prepare water for the workers!"

After giving instructions to Chen Minghai, Wang Zijun walked towards the large conference room.

The workers who reported the problem saw Wang Zijun walking towards the large conference room not far away. After looking at each other for a few times, they followed Wang Zijun to the conference room one by one.

The air conditioners in the conference room were all turned on when Wang Zijun approached. As the cold wind blew, the temperature in the conference room quickly dropped. Wang Zijun sat on the rostrum in the conference room and faced those who had already

The workers sitting on the seats below opened the mineral water without politeness

After taking a look, he said with a smile on his face: "Master workers, I feel very relieved that everyone came to the city hall to report problems today. Why? Because when you encounter difficulties, you can come to the city government and you can come to Wang Zijun.

, This shows that everyone still trusts me, Wang Zijun."

"Since everyone is here, feel free to ask any questions. I am sitting here today to answer your questions. Please believe me, I will spare no effort and try my best to solve it."

"Mayor Wang, I don't want to say much else. I just want to hear the truth. When will my salary be paid? Do we have to die as a worker to attract the attention of the leaders and make up for our salary?"

Really?" A man in his thirties suddenly stood up from his chair and asked Wang Zijun loudly.

Wang Zijun looked at the man, pondered for a moment and said: "I already know what happened today. I am deeply saddened and very uneasy about it. Many of the masters sitting here were from the beginning of the factory.

We are all old masters who work in the factory, and everyone worked together to create the glory of the cotton garment factory."

"The success of the Cotton Garment Factory today is inseparable from everyone's hard work. Therefore, everyone has deep feelings for the Cotton Garment Factory. Today, everyone came to the city hall to question the city government and me, Wang Zijun. In fact, in my heart

Here is not just for a few wages. Everyone is more concerned about

What’s interesting is how our cotton garment factory came back to life and how we saved our factory through restructuring work! I was deeply moved by the thoughts of the workers and masters. There are such workers and masters who regard the factory as their home. What’s the point?

If the difficulty cannot be solved, what difficulty cannot be overcome?”

"What I want to tell you is that the city has now formulated a plan to restructure the cotton garment factory. I am confident that through the implementation of this plan, the cotton garment factory will return to glory."

"As for everyone's salary problem, I want to talk about my solution. The city is also in financial difficulties now, but we often say that the people's government loves the people. Such words are not just for the leading cadres to shout slogans, but also in action.

It really shows. Therefore, I propose that the city finance squeeze out some money to help everyone solve the urgent need to support their families..."

"In view of the financial difficulties, there is not much money that can be squeezed out, but I believe that the workers and masters are people who pay attention to the overall situation and are willing to be responsible for the future of the factory. With our sacrifice of small profits for the greater good today, I believe that we

The cotton garment factory will come back to life, and everyone’s life will definitely get better!..."

"Mayor Wang, we are willing to believe what you say, but you can't keep us waiting for when the restructuring of our factory will be carried out. We have heard that banks no longer lend to our factory. If we don't have the money, you can

What are you going to use for restructuring, and how do you get the factory to resume production?" A female worker in her forties stood up from her stool and asked Wang Zijun loudly.

The conference room suddenly became silent. Compared with wages, it was obvious that they paid more attention to the future of the factory. Wang Zijun looked at the female worker, pondered for a moment and said: "This eldest sister is right, the bank has already

What does it mean that we no longer provide loans to cotton garment factories? It means that cotton garment factories have reached the end of their rope! What is the purpose of everyone gathering here? Isn’t it just to let the factory

Is it going to be prosperous again? The more difficult times are like this, the more we need to unite as one, unite as one, and move mountains. My point is very clear, that is, when it comes to production issues, I am a layman, and everyone is

Experts, I am not as good as everyone else. I need to restructure the factory to restart production. This does not require you to worry about it. If the factory cannot resume production within a month, you can come to me."

"Mayor Wang, how can you guarantee that your words are not lies to us?" Just when most people were convinced by Wang Zijun's guarantee, a sharp voice came over again, and with this voice,

A man wearing plaid short-sleeves stood up.

Looking at this man, Wang Zijun suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen this man before. As he pondered, Wang Zijun couldn't help but think of the situation when he met Zhao Xingong at Lao Dong's house.

At that time, it seemed that this person followed Zhao Xingong to Lao Dong's home. Wang Zijun, with thoughts flashing in his mind, became more aware of this matter.

"If the cotton garment factory cannot resume production within a month, I, the mayor, will take the blame and resign. I can't give everyone a job, so I am willing to take off my official hat!" Wang Zijun looked at the man and said word by word.

Said in a deep voice.

The man had some ghosts in his heart, but now under Wang Zijun's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a little more frightened. He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a while.

As Wang Zijun said these words, all the workers fell silent. Just when most of the workers did not speak, an old man in his seventies stood up and walked to the podium with a sincere expression.

Said: "Mayor Wang, what you said went too far! From what you said,

, we can hear your concern for our cotton garment factory. We believe your words, but you must take back these words. With your work attitude, we are willing to believe you unconditionally! Otherwise, we

Who have these garment factory workers become?”

"Yes, Mayor Wang, please take back your words, we believe you!"

"We believe Mayor Wang, he really cares about us!"

Liu Yanfu looked at these workers who loudly tried to dissuade Wang Zijun, and he was moved and angry at the same time. These workers may not understand, but he knew very well that as the mayor of Dongpu City, Wang Zijun, since he had spoken out

With this sentence, this matter will definitely be accomplished. Otherwise, where is his prestige and how can he continue to serve as the mayor of Dongpu City?

With Wang Zijun's assurance, most of the workers quietly left the city hall meeting room. When leaving, all eyes turned to the young mayor who stepped down from the rostrum and smiled at them.

For a moment, the trust that had disappeared for many years was once again gathered in their hearts.

"Mayor Wang, even if we are laid off, you can't stop being the mayor of our Dongpu City! Although you have not been the mayor of our Dongpu City for a long time, we can still see the changes in our Dongpu City.

"Here, you..." Another worker said sincerely to Wang Zijun when he left the conference room.

Wang Zijun sent these master workers away with a smile. At this time, he was also a little bit moved in his heart. Although the promise he just made had already pushed him to the edge of the cliff, no matter whether there was a minefield or a huge mine ahead,

Even in the abyss, he had to move forward without hesitation and could not retreat at all, but he did not regret it at all. Some things require someone to stand up, and now he is even more moved by these workers who care about him.

Nowadays, the relationship between cadres and the masses is either amicable or acrimonious. How many people can truly achieve the former?

As the last worker left the conference room, Wang Zijun let out a long breath. He smiled at Liu Yanfu who was about to speak and said: "Mayor Yanfu, this..."

"Mayor Wang, we have something to report to you!" A sudden voice suddenly sounded behind Wang Zijun.

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