Ling Luo took out a document bound from several pieces of paper and handed it to Li Jun.

On the cover is written "Petition" in three large characters, and the small script below reads "A small citizen of the seashore".

"What is this?" asked Li Jun.

"Some of the things I collected and wrote, you can hand over the final word to the leader who has the final say. Ling Luo said calmly.

"When will it be delivered?"

"The sooner the better!"

Li Jun knew the seriousness of the matter and didn't dare to slack off, so he immediately broke up with Ling Luo and went to find his eldest brother Zhao Tianpao.

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In the afternoon of the next day, the city ** building.

There was a folder on a desk in the city, and he opened it with great interest. "Dear City Leaders,

I am a small citizen of the sea, please forgive me for taking the liberty of disturbing you! Take up your precious 10 minutes to listen to the voices of our masses.

The Christmas Street Night Market is a fond childhood memory for me, when I always ran around the street with my mother, buying strings of sugar gourds, buying a marshmallow and a pot of popcorn, and I could be happy all day.

It's almost the New Year, so I wish you a happy new year in advance! At that time, it was also the New Year, and there were all kinds of stickers, couplets, lanterns, and Kong Ming lanterns on the streets. You don't need to go anywhere else, as long as you go around the street, all the New Year's goods can be prepared.

You can't imagine the level of prosperity, and you probably can't understand the meaning of that street.

That's the proof that we've walked through, and that's the eternal memory of our generation.

At the back of the document are a few old photographs of how hot that scene was at the time. ”

The leader flipped to the back and saw the photos, people wearing old clothes, Mao suits, front hats and big cotton shoes. People were smiling and buying things in front of the stalls, and it looked like a bargain.

The leader gradually smiled, he had seen this kind of scene. Because I lived here for a while when I was young, I suddenly recalled the scene when I saw these scenes.

Although people are not wealthy, they live easily and happily. Unlike now, all kinds of pressure is pressed on the head, and I don't even dare to relax a little.

After reading the photos, the leader continued to look at the petition.

"Ping'an Street is a symbol of the whole Binhai, but also a heritage of Binhai City, since it has developed, I hope not to break this traditional heritage. I really hope that the Night Market on Peaceful Street will not be banned!"

The leader turned the page and continued to look down.

"The point I mentioned above is the wish and voice of the people, and it is a social significance. What I want to talk about below is the commercial significance of Ping An Street.

Under the wise leadership of the leaders and with the vigorous cooperation of departments at all levels, Binhai City has gradually transformed and developed into a tourist city, and now it has made small achievements.

The slogan of Binhai is "to create a new and unique tourist city". But where is the new, where is the unique, and isn't it developing according to other urban models?

What I want to say is, if the Silent Street Night Market is made as a gimmick and a selling point, will it be more attractive to customers?

According to the previous habits, those nostalgic things are introduced, everyone has a childhood and a past, if tourists find the feeling of the past, will there be unexpected effects?"

Seeing the number one leader here, he frowned slightly, thinking about this question. The above few sentences really hit the nail on the head, and although the propaganda slogan is put forward now, there is really nothing new in the form of it.

In this way, the competitiveness is obviously not as good as that of the already hot city, if it is really as he said that the night market is used as a selling point...... Will it really work?

As if a window had been opened, the leaders increasingly felt that this proposal was good. The matter remains to be studied at a meeting.

The leader continued to watch.

"Maybe my idea is very naïve, but how do you know that something that has not been tried will fail? Even if it fails, there is no loss, at least that street has arranged employment for hundreds of people, increased the income of ordinary people, and I think it will also boost the GDP of Binhai City, right?"

The leader smiled lightly, thinking that this kid actually knew everything. Turn the page and read on.

"I am very clear about the reason for the cancellation of the night market on Ping An Street, which is undoubtedly concerned about public security and hygiene. You don't have to worry about security, Zhao Tianpao can guarantee that there will be no problems on the street.

As for sanitation, I can mobilize the stall vendors to dispose of the garbage after collecting the stalls, and if you really don't believe it, we can also find a few sanitation workers, right?

The above is the voice of a small coastal citizen, and it is also the voice of most people. Again, sorry for the time, I hope you will take a good look and think about it. Thank you, Sincerely, Salute!"

The leader slowly closed the petition, took out a cigarette and smoked it slowly.

He was the second-in-command in the city when the decision was made to ban the Night Market on Ping An Street, and he did have some emotions at that time and didn't want to do that.

Now it's up to you to speak, and you have the ability and obligation to do some facts for Marina.

The leader pinched the cigarette butt and called the secretary and notified the leaders of various departments to hold a meeting to study the problems of the night market on Ping An Street.

Within an hour, some of the leaders, including those who had gone out, rushed back. The first leader asked the secretary to make a copy of the document, and then sent it to everyone.

He sat at the top and picked up the petition and said, "Look at it! This is the voice of our citizens! What will we do in the future? Let's talk about it!"

Leaders have an excellent art of speaking, and their tone and facial expressions can express something. The people here are all elites who have been infected by officialdom for many years, so they naturally understand the meaning behind this sentence.

The Ping'an Street Night Market, which was banned by the previous leader, was directly rejected by this leader, and it was not appropriate for this leader to directly reject this proposal. So these things have to be said by them, and they have to do it.

Therefore, all the team members unanimously voted in favor of retaining the Ping An Street Night Market, not only retaining but also vigorously developing, and striving to become a new landscape in Binhai City.

The first hand smiled with satisfaction.

The first to know the news was Zhao Tianpao, who took the document and sent it to the top leader very abruptly without much hope. It's just purely to help his own brother.

Unexpectedly, a few pieces of paper could easily change the decision-making of the leaders.

Zhao Tianpao said to Li Jun: "This Ling Luo is really a god!"

Li Jun was happy, and he never closed his mouth when he heard the good news from his eldest brother. immediately drove to find Ling Luo.

At night, at the end of Ping'an Street, Ling Luo and Li Jun stood side by side.

"Brother, you have to accept this card this time, right?" Li Jun took out his bank card from his pocket.

"It must be collected!" Ling Luo finally accepted the card, and this time his heart was also steady.

"Brother Jun, what do you feel?" Ling Luo asked.

Looking at the thriving Ping'an Street with crowds of people, Li Jun said slowly, "I want to cry!"

Twenty years of ups and downs. I have been injured and bled out, I have been in pain and I have cried, I have been poor and rich, and now I look at it all in the past.

In this life, I can see this situation again, life is enough, and I have no regrets in death!