Liao Xiangting's office.

Liao Xiangting, Tan Wenzheng, Jiang Sheng, Wen Qiwu and Cai Yongjin have all sat down on the sofa, and Wang Xiaoshu is busy making tea.

"What's the situation now?" Liao Xiangting still frowned habitually.

"The market strike began this morning, and after discovering the situation, we immediately organized cadres of government organs to do door-to-door work, and organized village cadres from four villages to concentrate on their work, striving to reopen ......the market before 3 p.m." Chen Jiangping cautiously reported, he came out of the back door in embarrassment, but did not say anything in front of several members of the Standing Committee.

"Didn't you find any signs beforehand?" Liao Xiangting stared at Chen Jiangping.

"We found some signs," Chen Jiangping said, "and we didn't do our work meticulously enough,......

Wen Qiwu suddenly interjected, "Now that the merchants have blocked the gates of Furong Street, do you need the Public Security Bureau to maintain order?"

Liao Xiangting thought about it for a while, but waved his hand and motioned for Chen Jiangping to continue reporting.

"The biggest reason for this strike is that the village secretaries of the four Daji villages are dissatisfied with the relocation of Daji, and collude with some local tyrants to coerce and incite the masses to boycott the market......

"Is there any evidence?" Wen Qiwu said again.

Chen Jiangping was speechless for a while.

Liao Xiangting picked up the cup, "Old Wen, send someone to investigate." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away. Wen Qiwu solemnly wrote it down in his notebook.

"What are the requirements of the merchants?" Tan Wenzheng's face was a little yellow, and his spirit was a little sluggish, Liao Xiangting didn't smoke, he tried to control himself, and he tried to take out his cigarette several times and held back.

"One of the requirements is to rebuild Daji in situ, and if it moves away from the river, it is required to build Daji on both sides of the Xin River. Chen Jiangping looked at Tan Wenzheng, "In this way, the four villages can be stained, but according to the plan, the 150 meters on both sides of the Daji are all green belts and landscape belts, and this thunder can't be moved!"

"Well, even one hundred and fifty meters away!" Liao Xiangting interjected.

On this river, Liao Xiangting invested a lot of energy, according to his vision, the status of the Xin River in the development zone, is no different from the status of the Huangpu River in Shencheng, in the future, the two sides of the bank are also office buildings, at night, the huge billboard reflects the entire river, and the artificial lake excavated in Furong Street in the future is the city eye of the whole new city.

"What else do the people want?" Jiang Shengdao.

Chen Jiangping hesitated, but insisted on saying it, "Ask to investigate Yue Wen and transfer Yue Wen ......"

Liao Xiangting remained silent, and Cai Yongjin asked, "The use of cadres in the party committee is unreasonable, a cadre, they said that they would be transferred?"

"Well," Chen Jiangping seemed to be encouraged, "I turned over the old accounts again, and it was the same incident investigated by the Commission for Discipline Inspection a few months ago, and it was also said that Yue Wen was a sinner in history and ruined the Zhou Tuan Daji for hundreds of years." ”

In front of Liao Xiangting, it is much better for him to say these words than for others to hand over small words in front of Liao Xiangting and Tan Wenzheng.

"This crime is heavy enough, a sinner in history!" Liao Xiangting smiled rarely, "In terms of age, he is still a child! He can't afford this crime...... Everyone was silent, staring at Liao Xiangting silently, "Old Tan, your opinion?"

Tan Wenzheng took a sip of tea and said, "Young people are motivated and have achievements in their work, but they lack the ways and means of work,...... Some are impatient, anxious, and eager to produce results,...... After all, Zhou Tuan Daji is not Jinjiling, nor is it PetroChina, involving more than 3,000 merchants, just now the city government also called to ask about the specific situation of the strike, and it is about to be eleven," he looked at Wen Qiwu, "stability is the first, let Daji reopen the market as soon as possible, straighten out the mood of the masses is the main thing." ”

If the market opens as soon as possible, you can do work, and if you straighten out the mood of the masses, you have to transfer Yue Wen, although he said it tactfully, Chen Jiangping still felt cold in his heart.

What are cadres most afraid of?

What is most fearful is that the leader asks you to do the work, but once something goes wrong, the leader asks you to carry the black pot, and what is even more infuriating is that in addition to carrying the black pot, the leader also criticizes your mistakes at the small meeting of the conference, showing your correctness and wisdom.

This kind of leadership is just four words, and it has always been despised by people from ancient times to the present! Sooner or later, it will be retributed!

"Old Jiang!" Tan Wenzheng looked at Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng owes his body, and his face loosens a little, "The masses can't figure it out for a while, we can do the work again, or else, what do you want us cadres to do?......"

Although as the deputy director of the management committee, he did not echo Tan Wenzheng's statement and avoided talking about Yue Wen's stay, but in fact, every sentence secretly supported Yue Wen's stay.

This can also leave an impression on Liao Xiangting, on the side of the management committee, it is not monolithic, he, Lao Jiang, dares to make different voices.

"Old Wen. Liao Xiangting rarely did not let a few people speak according to the order of the district leaders.

"The trinity of economic development, social stability and party building, I agree with Director Tan's style. Wen Qiwu rarely sang in a high tone, "It's almost eleven, and the city doesn't want to make a disturbance, more than 3,000 merchants, more than 9,000 families, nearly tens of thousands of people!"

Liao Xiangting couldn't help but look at him, Cai Yongjin was just about to speak, but Liao Xiangting interrupted him, "Okay, the police station will send more police to maintain order, and Furong Street will continue to do work, and I will explain the work in the city." ”

Still as concise as ever, when he brought the tea, everyone knew that although this was not the ancient tea to send guests, but as far as this work was concerned, the main leaders of the working committee had finished what they had to say, and everyone should go.

Following everyone out of the door, Chen Jiangping thought about it and walked a few steps to catch up with Jiang Sheng, "Secretary Chen!" As soon as he turned around, Wang Xiaoshu, the director of the inspection office, was calling him, and he hurriedly turned back.

Wang Xiaoshu said in a low voice, "Secretary Liao is looking for you." ”

Chen Jiangping was a little nervous, and when he re-entered the door, Liao Xiangting said, "Let Yue Wen come over, he is on the front line,......

Chen Jiangping secretly speculated, but before he could figure it out, Liao Xiangting handed him something, Chen Jiangping was stunned, this was the plan he asked Yue Wen to revise, it was similar to what he had seen, but something was added later,...... Well, the pen is very big, and according to this stroke, it will definitely set off a storm in the whole district!

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Yue Wen walked to the door of the street compound with a material in his hand, the door was very lively, and there were all kinds of stalls.

"Lao Li, have your fritters stalls reached the gate of the street?" Yue Wen looked at the two people who fried the fritters and greeted them with a smile.

Lao Li was a little embarrassed with his wife, "Director Yue, the oil is not hot yet, when the fritters will be fried, I will ask the old woman to send you two catties in!"

"I'm going to stop eating fritters today and I'm going to go out soon. Yue Wen smiled, "Old Song, bring me two of your meat buns." He said to the uncle who made the meat sandwich buns, "I can't find you in the morning, I haven't eaten this meal yet, and you have run to the door of the street." ”

Lao Song was a little embarrassed, and he was busy chopping meat, "Director Yue, count me this morning, don't want money." ”

Hei Hachi, who was following behind, immediately said, "This family, bring me four!"

"Okay, okay. Lao Song agreed, turned on the stove, and took the golden and crispy food outside.

"How can you not have money, meat and noodles are related to the cost. Yue Wen looked at Hei Ba dissatisfied, "Brother Starling, give me money, I didn't have my wallet with me." ”

Hei Hachi stared at him, but he didn't dare to confront him in front of everyone, and muttered in a low voice, "Let me pay again......"

Lao Li's wife came over and whispered, "Director Yue, it's not us who are coming, it's the village that wants us to come, we don't dare not come!"

Yue Wen remained silent, "I know, then you will come, you are small arms, you can't twist your thighs, well, the street is originally a place for ordinary people, you can go to the yard to fry fritters, you see, you are still so conscious, they are all placed outside the yard!"

A few owners who often go to the stall are a little embarrassed.

"Hey, you can fry fritters here and sell fruits, but don't block the door here, my car can't drive, let me go, give me a way, I will go to the front door, never go through the back door!"