Fang Hao saw several leaders standing in the hall and said, "Leaders, let's go upstairs first." ”

Secretary Jiang Ziming said humorously: "He Wenji is the God of Wealth, if things can be negotiated today, it doesn't hurt to wait in the hall for a while." ”

He said to Director Qin again: "Old man, I want to thank you for matchmaking this matter. ”

Director Qin took advantage of the situation to hold Fang Haozheng, and said: "This is the credit of Minister Fang, he went to Jiangdong Development Bank five times, only to meet He Wenji, after the meeting, Minister Fang put forward six reasons to invest in Jiangzhou High-tech Zone, He Wenji was very interested, and agreed to inspect on the spot, which Lao Zheng personally told me and Zhenqun. ”

Secretary Jiang Ziming explained to Li Wenda, "You greet the two comrades, Zhang Yunchao and Li Wenhua, and you must receive them with a high standard during the inspection, and you must not lose anything." ”

After ten o'clock, He Wenji appeared in the hall, he looked five big and three thick, not like the bank boss, but a bit of military temperament.

met with Secretary Jiang Ziming, Director Qin and others, he hugged his fists and said: "Old Fang, you didn't make it clear to me today, I knew that Secretary Ziming and Director Qin were coming, and I would fly over." ”

He explained to Secretary Ziming and Director Qin: "The two leaders came to meet me in their busy schedules, and I was still late, I'm really sorry, I was in the board meeting just now, and I was delayed for some time." ”

He said to Zhang Zhenqun again: "Brother Zhenqun, I have done my best this year, the economy has tightened, and it is not easy to get a loan." ”

Lin Zhiyuan is a small person, walking at the back of the crowd and accompanying several leaders to the tenth floor.

During the meal, Lin Zhiyuan sat with Zhang Zhenqun, and when the wine reached the middle of the field, Zhang Zhenqun said: "Director Lin, the matter of the cement plant has been largely settled, and I will send the vice president of the company to come over in the middle of the year to talk about it, you are old friends." ”

Lin Zhiyuan didn't expect that this matter would be easily resolved, he shook hands with Zhang Zhenqun and said, "All preferential policies will be honored, please rest assured." ”

"In the afternoon, the supermarket manager Zhang Yun called me and talked about the cement factory, and I said that I would meet with you in the evening and talk about it in detail."

Fang Hao was able to connect with He Wenhe through Director Qin and Zhang Zhenqun, and when he was invited today, Fang Hao said in passing that Lin Zhiyuan of Jiangzhou High-tech Zone was also going to participate, and by mistake, Zhang Zhenqun lied for Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan was secretly taken aback, and said in his heart: "Zhang Yunchao is checking my post, fortunately, Minister Fang also invited Zhang Zhenqun, otherwise Zhang Yunchao will be caught by the handle, and his face will not look good." ”

After returning to Jiangzhou from Dongjiang, Secretary Jiang Ziming immediately summoned Zhang Yunchao, Li Wenhua, and the responsible persons of relevant bureaus and banks to seriously study the matter of attracting investment in Jiangzhou High-tech Zone.

Secretary Jiang Ziming said: "The preliminary work is very smooth, Minister Fang Haozheng in order to promote this matter, has five times to the development line to visit He Wenji, this spirit of single-minded career is so precious, if all the cadres of Jiangzhou High-tech Zone have this spirit, why worry about our cause is not good." ”

Zhang Yunchao's heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, he had any taste, and he spilled his resentment on Lin Zhiyuan's body in his heart.

This kid obviously followed Fang Haozheng to attract investment, but he didn't say it, he was really a useless person, and he had to find an opportunity to remove him from Jiangzhou High-tech Zone.

Because of his son Zhang Junjun's matter, Zhang Yunchao was very uninterested in Lin Zhiyuan, and now he has a grudge.

After the meeting was dismissed, he called Li Wenhua, secretary of the Nanjiang County Party Committee, that the high-tech zone was still stationed in Fuhu Town, and that he had to win the support of Nanjiang County to carry out his work.

"Secretary Li, this period of time is busy, when are you free, let's go to Dongjiang and contact He Wenhe by the way."

Zhang Yunchao's words are very clear, Fang Haozheng has helped to complete the preliminary work of the billion-dollar payment, and the later work depends on the efforts of Jiangzhou High-tech Zone and the Nanjiang County Party Committee and the county government, Zhang Yunchao does not dare to slack off on this matter.

"Without further ado, Mayor Zhang, we'll go now."

Lin Zhiyuan returned to the Fuhu town government and saw hundreds of people surrounding the town government compound.

Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly called Li Wan'er: "What's going on in the compound?" ”

Li Wan'er said: "Director Lin, I was about to call to report, but I was a native of Shannantou Village just now, saying that I had not paid the land requisition money, and I wanted us to pay immediately." ”

In fact, the land requisition money has already been in place, but the villagers of Shannantou Village think that the compensation is too low, and they refuse to receive the money, and they are not willing to exchange for the land reclaimed by Li Mixian, and the matter is led by Zheng Enjie.

Zheng Enjie's phone came again, and he said, "Director Lin, the crowd is very excited, some people are hiding in the crowd and throwing stones, do you ask the Public Security Bureau to send more people." ”

The director of the public security bureau had some friendship with Lin Zhiyuan and happily agreed.

At this moment, Bai Keke called over, and said in a very strict tone, "Lin Zhiyuan, where are you?" ”

"Highway intersection, sending off guests."

"Hurry back, the villagers are fighting with the cadres of the organs, stop it quickly, and resolutely do not allow the cadres of the organs to do it, otherwise they will be disciplined."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't expect the matter to be so urgent, he called Li Wan'er back, only heard a busy sound, and never got through, when he arrived at the door, he saw that the riot guards had controlled the situation, and the villagers were still very excited, and from time to time they could see stones and mineral water bottles flying towards the courtyard.

The courtyard is a mess, and there are mottled blood stains on the cement floor, and the bright red blood stains are particularly dazzling on the gray-white cement floor.

Lin Zhiyuan's heart jumped, and he hurriedly looked at the cadres, several people had blue noses and swollen faces, and one person was bleeding from the nose.

Zheng Enjie's shirt was torn, his eyes were bruised and swollen, he was panting while covering his eyes, several young adults around him were injured to varying degrees, and said to Lin Zhiyuan angrily: "I was talking to them, I don't know who threw a stone, Li Zemeng passed out on the spot, and he has been sent to the hospital." ”

The crowd around was still coaxing, and soon it changed from "cadres beating people" to "police beating people", and the head of the security brigade was a burly fat man, his back was covered with sweat, and he commanded the riot police to push the villagers outside.

The villagers of Shannantou Village are close to Jiangzhou District, and compared with the villagers in remote areas, they are well-informed and not afraid of things, and often form groups to confront the invaders.

At this time, the riot police were dispatched, and the young people stopped, and a group of old women and old men rushed to the police, with gray hair, trembling and crooked walking, and the riot police could only watch, and did not dare to take a beat.

Rao is like this, and there is still an angry scolding voice from the crowd: "It's so conscienceless, even the old man is beaten." ”

A villager's child is a college student who goes to school in another place, and he happens to be at home, and he is from the school's photography association.