Li Xian's idea, to put it bluntly, is really nothing.

In this era, it is not a power pole without cement, in fact, in Bangye County, some high-voltage transformers are placed with reinforced concrete power poles.

But in the consciousness of people in the forest area, the telephone pole should be made of wood, and they are used to it. So even if the Dongfeng Forest Farm caused a wildfire because of an electric fire, no one paid attention to the ordinary telephone poles.

This is the dead end of thinking.

For Li Xian, who has become accustomed to the fact that the pole should be cement, this kind of dead end does not exist.

If he has any advantages over the people of this era, it is roughly the advantage of knowing more diverse information, more open thinking, and more flexibility.

If it is really like what Li Xian said, anyone can understand this idea.

Cai Wencheng shouted a pity, such a simple method, in his opinion, if he tried hard to think about it, he could also think of it!

He patted his thigh again and again, saying that Li Xian was not kind to him.

But Yang Hongshan, who had already seen Li Xian's thinking, pointed at his nose with a smile and said, "Lao Cai, what you said is not right. At the beginning, Brother Li came to me and said that I could clear out all the ceramic tile inventory in my warehouse, and I didn't believe in evil. You say, there is no construction work in the bureau now, and the various forest areas did not have a lot of demand for tiles before, right?

If the tiles in a warehouse are sold according to our estimates, when will they be sold?

But this kid was stunned and figured out how to put the tiles on the exterior wall for decoration. Do you think it's a brilliant idea? It doesn't seem like much, but let's think for ourselves, can you think of it?"

Hearing him say this, Cai Wencheng thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense.

But he wasn't going to give out 20,000 yuan so simply, he lit a cigarette depressedly, and said to Li Xian: "No, I have to give you money after the matter of the telephone pole is settled." ”

Li Xian knew that Cai Wencheng thought that he was making too much money, and he couldn't get over it for a while.

Compare your heart to your heart, if you are played with like this, you will definitely be panicked.

In fact, the Forestry Bureau's performance after the Dongfeng Forest Farm fire is known, and now it is about to enter the fire prevention period, with such a thing as Dongfeng, the Forestry Bureau's work in the next few months will definitely focus on fire prevention.

In this case, the hidden danger of wooden poles is the same as mentioned above, and then a solution is given, and the success rate is very high.

Cai Wencheng can handle such a thing by himself.

But in order to make the other party pay for it quickly, he smiled, "No problem, I'll write something tonight, and I'll send it to the bureau tomorrow." ”

……

After returning to the dry retreat, Li Xian went directly to the reading room next to the activity room. After finding manuscript paper and a pen, I began to write.

It was a letter of proposal;

He first started from the fire in the Changchang field of Dongfeng Forest, combined with his own garden planning knowledge, and roughly pointed out the hidden dangers existing in various forest farms from the perspective of garden construction.

But this part is not for him to elaborate on. In this day and age, leaders like to look at things that are ideological.

So after the first paragraph, he turned his pen and talked about the awareness of fire prevention work in all units in the forest area. The issue of telephone poles became the main argument in this section.

Through this argument, he came to the conclusion that "fire prevention in forest areas needs to be prevented from gradually, and it is necessary to start from the details, and every unit and every individual needs to have a sense of safety and fire prevention." Conclusion. By the way, the hidden danger of wooden poles after the fire can be replaced by cement poles, but after the major rectification of various forest areas, it has still not been eliminated, and no one has noticed this hidden danger.

In the last paragraph of the article, he vigorously patted the horse, praising the powerful command of the leaders of the Dongfeng Forest Farm Fire Bureau and the active struggle of all units, and then ended with aphorisms like "responsibility is heavier than Mount Tai".

Although the number of words is deliberately controlled, this article is written with more than 2,000 words that not only has professional theories, but also involves the level of work ideology and solutions.

Six and a half sheets of 400-word manuscript paper were used.

Revisit the draft and trim the words. Li Xian was about to copy it again when the door of the reading room was pushed open.

Wang Linhe walked in with glasses, a big cloth shirt, and a magazine in his hand.

When he saw Li Xian, he was surprised, "What are you doing here?"

Li Xian smiled: "Study! Although I have already graduated, the great man said it well, I don't study for a day......

"Don't the calf. ”

Since he came to the dry rest house, Wang Linhe has never seen him touch a book. Therefore, he does not believe this kind of nonsense.

Putting a magazine in his hand on the shelf, Wang Linhe found the manuscript in front of Li Xian.

He picked it up suspiciously, intending to glance at it twice. But when I looked at it, I fell into it, and the expression on my face became more and more solemn.

After reading it several times, he sighed and put the manuscript back on the table.

"It's rare. Wang Linhe shook his head, "The hundreds of cadres of the entire Forestry Bureau are not as good as a freshly graduated student of the Forestry Technical School." ”

Hearing this evaluation, Li Xian smiled: "What's the matter, is the article not badly written?"

Wang Linhe glared at him fiercely, "The perspective is very keen, and the problem I want to reflect is very prominent, that is, the sycophants are too heavy! Who doesn't know the fire in Dongfeng Forest Farm? What kind of leadership is powerful, and all units are fighting hard." The fire started two hours before it was reported to the Forestry Department. It took nearly four hours for the fire unit to arrive at the scene. Hmph! If it weren't for God's face, it rained heavily overnight, I'm afraid the entire Forestry Bureau would have burned down by now!"

As he spoke, the old man grabbed a pencil on the table and ticked off all the sycophants on the draft—the whole article immediately shrank by a third.

Then he picked up an envelope, wrote Li Xian's name on it, and then added "Wang Linhe, attached" at the back and handed it over.

"Copy it and send it to the bureau tomorrow. Don't go to the mailroom, you take this envelope and go directly to Xu Chaoyang. ”

Xu Chaoyang in the old man's mouth is the current director of the Forestry Bureau. After coming back for so many days, he stayed in the cadre rest house for more than ten days, and through the mouths of this group of old cadres, Li Xian heard a lot about the things in the bureau.

He knew that Xu Chaoyang was the widow of Wang Lin and his comrades-in-arms, and he was almost pulled up by the old man for so many years. Although I didn't recognize my godfather or anything like that, I regarded it as my own.

So although Wang Linhe has retired, his position in the bureau is also leveraged.

Li Xian could see that the old man was really interested in the matter of the telephone pole.

After Wang Linhe nagged for a while and left the reading room, he smiled, took a piece of eraser and erased Li Xian on the envelope and the word "attached" behind Wang Linhe's signature.

The next day, early in the morning.

Li Xian sent the letter to the mailroom of the Forestry Bureau and asked him to help convey it to Director Xu.

The woman in the mailroom didn't want to take care of Li Xian originally, but when she saw the familiar signature on the envelope, she immediately laughed and told Li Xian to convey it immediately.

Then, he took the letter and ran upstairs.

Looking at the woman's round back, Li Xian clapped his hands and felt that the 20,000 yuan had gone into his pocket.