Volume 1 Township

The long winter is coming, like a gust of north wind blowing last night, which froze Lubei County all of a sudden. Lubei County, which has entered the winter, no longer has the previous activity restlessness, cold, it is really cold, the wind is like a boning knife, flying over to cut people. The temperature inside and outside the room is so clearly defined, crisp and clean.

After a light snowfall, the county is like staying in a world covered in snow. Just after seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Yunda, the director of the county party committee guest house, came over with a bowl of sheep ròu soup, and also nòng Lubei specialty vegetarian fire, Wang Zijun drank it to his heart's content, and then went around the backyard and came to work in the county party committee compound.

The stove in the office is blazing, and it feels a little warm. The clever correspondent had already filled Wang Zijun's water cup with water, and when Wang Zijun opened the lid of the cup, a stream of hot air drilled into his nostrils and into his heart and lungs.

For this little correspondent, Wang Zijun has some liking in his heart, and if nothing else, he is clever and clever at this child, who has eyes and does not talk much. It is not easy to get such an evaluation from the leader in the affairs of the organ. There was a person in Wang Zijun's office that day, and after Wang Zijun put a little tea in a paper cup, he took a little water, poured it, and put it in front of the guests again.

It was such an inconspicuous little detail, which was seen by the correspondent on the side, and from then on, this young man made tea for Wang Zijun every time, and this tea washing procedure was absolutely indispensable. Wang Zijun was born and named Mén, and grew up in a privileged environment, and he could taste this tea with his eyes closed. Therefore, I like this little correspondent more and more.

Sitting at the desk, Wang Zijun looked at the documents that were placed in order according to the three categories of urgent, supervised, and to-do, and flipped through them one by one.

"County Magistrate Wang personally opened", looking at this letter from the masses, Wang Zijun opened the envelope with his hand.

The content of the letter is not for anything else, but to report that Zhang Shengli did not visit the company on the day Wang Zijun went to investigate, but played mahjong on a certain occasion. Looking at this letter, the smile on the corner of Wang Zijun's mouth became a little more, and he stared at it seriously for a long time, and did not put the letter on the table, but put it in the ōu class.

"County Magistrate Wang, I'm in a bit of a hurry to report to you, it's not good"

Just as Wang Zijun was about to take a step-by-step look at what the next document was, Sun Hezhou ran in quickly in a panic.

Since he went to the Economic and Trade Bureau with Wang Zijun, Sun Hezhou began to frequent in and out of Wang Zijun's office, although according to Wang Zijun's level, he could not be equipped with a full-time secretary, but Sun Hezhou also became a secretary who was not a secretary next to Wang Zijun.

"What happened?" In the past few days of contact with Sun Hezhou, Wang Zijun has some understanding of Sun Hezhou, although this young man is a little wooden, he is very serious, so hot, it is estimated that something big has happened

"County Magistrate Wang, the county printing house is dead, and the workers of the printing house are carrying the corpses to besiege the government."

County printing house? Wang Zijun's brows were furrowed, he had read the information of this printing house, and it was one of the enterprises in Lubei County that was in a state of complete shutdown. It has been suspended for more than half a year, and the wages of the workers in the factory have not been paid for half a year since the shutdown was suspended.

Workers carrying corpses to petition en masse is no small matter. Wang Zijun was silent for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, "How did this worker die?" ”

"County magistrate Wang, I heard that the deceased is an old worker in the factory, the husband and wife both work in the printing factory, because there is no salary, the family conditions are limited, yesterday the child made a fuss to eat ròu, this worker has no money to buy, depressed and decided to go to the mahjong parlor to gamble, earn two money, as a result, he threw the old book of ten yuan to the mahjong parlor and returned home his wife quarreled with him, the child was beaten and cried and fell asleep, who ever thought that this man secretly nòng a bottle of dichlorvos in the middle of the night, drank agricultural y and committed suicide, By the time his wife found out, she was already cold."

Hearing the story of the worker's suicide, Wang Zijun felt a sadness in his heart, a fresh life, because the child wanted to eat ròu, was actually bī on the road to death, this terrible wages

Wang Zijun nodded, and before he could speak, the phone rang sharply. It was Liu Chengjun, the county magistrate, who convened an emergency meeting of the deputy county magistrates. Although he didn't say anything about the content of the meeting, Wang Zijun couldn't guess why it didn't have to think about it.

The county government meeting room was very depressed at this time, and the face of the county magistrate Liu Chengjun was even more unsightly, as the head of a county, if this kind of thing happened in the county, it was also a major accident. According to the rules, that also needs to be reported. This is not a long-faced thing for him who presides over the political work.

"The matter is urgent, comrades should have heard about it, now that the workers have come to besiege the county government, what should we do now? Comrades are invited to pool their wisdom and efforts and speak enthusiastically. Liu Chengjun took a sip of water and set his sights on several deputy county magistrates.

Liu Chengjun was about fifty years old, his short hair looked very jīng, and at this moment, he was staring closely at his deputies. However, no matter how much he placed high hopes and trust, several deputy county magistrates lowered their heads, and none of them were willing to take the initiative to speak.

Wang Zijun sat in the corner of the oval conference table, for him, he was not familiar with the situation when he first arrived in Lubei County, and he didn't want to speak rashly.

Liu Chengjun coughed, and when he saw that no one spoke, he directly nodded and said, "County Magistrate Du, in your opinion, what should be done now?" ”

Du Ziqiang sat beside Liu Chengjun calmly, gently stroked his chin with his palm, and said slowly: "The workers' petition is related to the overall stability, and the county government must attach great importance to it and handle this collective visit well." At present, we are facing various year-end inspections, and at the beginning of the year, we have signed the responsibility target for collective petitions, and the municipal government has implemented a veto on the petition, in case of trouble, our efforts for various tasks this year will be in vain. I think that jī has turned into a bigger contradiction, so that you can't eat and walk around, which is something that everyone doesn't want to see. ”

Du Ziqiang listed a lot of important things to deal with the petition problem, but he couldn't say a single idea on how to solve it. Wang Zijun looked at Du Ziqiang, who chattered endlessly, but he couldn't say why, and his good impression of him was a little less.

Du Ziqiang can push Tai Chi, after all, he is not the supervisor of this work, but Liu Chengjun, as the county magistrate, can't push it out, he glanced at Du Ziqiang who was sitting on the ground like a bell again, and looked at Sun Hao.

"County Magistrate Sun, the industry is under your control, what do you say you should do?" Liu Chengjun saw that Du Ziqiang was dead or alive, so he had no choice but to ask Sun Hao.

Sun Hao snorted with a solemn expression, and then said with a faint smile: "There is a way, there is no offside in place, and no contribution is performed." County Magistrate Liu, this piece now belongs to County Magistrate Wang, you should ask him. ”

For Wang Zijun, Sun Hao's heart was holding back his anger, he also heard that Zhang Shengli, a fool, had a gray face in Wang Zijun's hands, and at this time, seize the opportunity, where would he think about Wang Zijun?

Liu Chengjun suddenly realized at this moment, as if he had just realized that there was a new deputy county magistrate sitting in the conference hall. He nodded immediately, glanced at Wang Zijun casually, and said lightly: "After all, County Magistrate Wang has only been here for a few days, and he is not too familiar with the situation of the printing house. ”

Sun Hao pursed his lips, glanced at Wang Zijun with a hint of provocation, and said, "Since County Magistrate Liu asked me to say it, then I will talk about a little superficial opinion, and I should throw bricks and lead yù." I think it's easy to solve this kind of thing, just send money, as long as the county magistrate approves me 1 million and asks me to pay the workers' wages, the people's will will be stable, the people's will will be stable, and the world will be safe."

Although Wang Zijun is not very optimistic about Sun Hao's behavior, he still agrees with Sun Hao's routine to solve the problem. What Sun Hao said is not unreasonable, the workers petitioned for this focus: arrears of wages, as long as the wage problem is solved, and then appeased, this collective petition incident will be reduced to a small matter and solved.

"County Magistrate Sun, you are right, the county finance currently has more than 200,000 funds in the account, but I don't even know how to pay the cadres for the New Year's salary, you want a million with this mouth, you think we are all money printing machines, that is, money printing machines, there is a matter of time. Didn't you say it, but you didn't say it. Du Ziqiang didn't wait for Liu Chengjun to speak, so he went straight to Sun Hao.

Sun Hao seemed to be a little timid about Du Ziqiang's run, with a smile on his face, and said embarrassedly: "County Magistrate Du, I am also talking about things, what the workers want is wages, and the county magistrate asked me to find a way to solve the problem, I'm not looking for a solution to the problem." ”

Liu Chengjun's face had condensed into a river, and he glanced at Du Ziqiang and said, "County Magistrate Du, this matter can't be delayed, how much money can the county come up with?" ”

"County Magistrate Liu, you can get 200,000 yuan, but once all the 200,000 yuan is advanced, then the work in the county will no longer have to be carried out, there is no money in your pocket, and it will be difficult to change anyone" Du Ziqiang unconsciously lit a cigarette and said in a somewhat stiff tone.

"Then take out 100,000 yuan first, pay the workers a month's salary first, and settle the rest of the money to settle the family of the deceased worker." Liu Chengjun sank a little for a moment, and then directly clapped the board.

Although Du Ziqiang was a little reluctant, he also knew that the matter was urgent and must be solved as soon as possible, otherwise, these emotionally moved workers would make trouble, which was not fun, and it would be even more difficult to end in the end

The meeting only lasted more than ten minutes before it ended, and from the beginning to the end, Liu Chengjun never asked Wang Zijun, the deputy county magistrate, for his opinion. Although this can be regarded as a kind of protection for Wang Zijun, this kind of protection, which is more mixed with it, is more like a contempt.

Looking at Liu Chengjun and the others who came and went in a hurry, Wang Zijun felt that although he had established a little prestige below, on the whole, he still had no right to speak in the county government. Of course, this is related to his new arrival, but sitting on the cold bench in Lubei County, Wang Zijun doesn't like it very much.

The county government had a proper reply, and the petitioning workers were quickly dismissed, but the heart-rending cries of the families of the dead workers kept echoing in Wang Zijun's heart.