The news of Lu Yiwei's transfer came in waves, spreading like wildfire. Some people felt sorry for him, while others added fuel to the fire, using it as a pretext to obstruct him. Reports about him were sent to the Municipal Party Committee, the Provincial Party Committee, and the Central Committee like snowflakes. The contents of the reports varied. Some accused him of corruption, some accused him of using his position for personal gain, some accused him of breaking the law, and some even accused him of having a rotten private life.
It was unknown when it started, but the trend of reporting quietly became widespread. From officials and businessmen to ordinary people, everyone picked up the weapon of "reporting" to protect their "legal rights." Some people were forced to use this channel to protect their rights, and some people had impure motives. They wanted to take revenge and vent their personal anger. After all, the cost of reporting was low, and they didn't need to bear any legal costs. A letter was enough. They didn't know how much national resources would be wasted.
Those who didn't meet their expectations, or reported to no avail, would flock to the capital under the instigation of some people. It was said that the villages around the National Letters and Calls Bureau found a way to get rich because of the petitioners. Every family opened a small hotel, typed and copied, and even hired lawyers or graduate students to write complaints or reports. After decades of development, it had formed a mature and complete industrial chain.
Some people became well-off because of the road of reporting. Once there was a case, the local government would send people to the capital to pick it up. In order to keep the peace, the local government served them well, and gave them all kinds of subsidies. They got used to their bad habits. They built houses and cars with their own ability, and when they didn't want to, they would use "petitions" to threaten the government until they were satisfied. The government chose to compromise on some matters because they knew they were in the wrong. Many things were caused by historical reasons. The current leader overthrowing the previous leader was not appropriate, so they kept giving in.
Lu Yiwei was used to the reports. It seemed that they had never stopped since he arrived in Long 'an County. Moreover, he had offended many people after he arrived, and faced all kinds of reports calmly. This time, the reports were fierce and powerful. What he didn't expect was that the retired cadres that he respected and protected the moment he arrived would target him this time. Led by the former county head, Gong Zhiru, they jointly reported him for breaking the law. What surprised him even more was that the mastermind behind this incident was actually the director of the National People's Congress, Guo Jianye.
Logically speaking, he should not be able to read the report letter. Qiu Yingxue took a huge risk and secretly took a photo of the original report from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. On the back of the report letter, which was dozens of pages long, there were nearly a hundred signatures and big red handprints. The content of the report was so detailed that every incident was justified. Seeing this scene, Lu Yiwei was bitterly disappointed.
Especially Guo Jianye, whom Lu Yiwei had always respected. Basically, all of his requests were met, and he rarely refuted or refused. But in the end, he jumped out to target him. Such a despicable person was simply despicable and shameless.
Qiu Yingxue comforted him over the phone, "Yiwei, don't worry. I've already met with Secretary Liang of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, and I've also answered the questions raised in the report. Some of the things that happened were purely groundless, and some of them were measures taken for the development of Long 'an. Who doesn't offend anyone when doing their job? If they're just enforcing the law, they're all good people, and I don't think they have to do anything. Secretary Liang has already reported this matter to Secretary Li of the Municipal Party Committee, and he has not made a statement yet. "
Lu Yiwei smiled. "It doesn't matter. Aren't they just trying to disgust me? I'll wait and see. At most, I'll quit. I don't want to do this either."
Qiu Yingxue thought that Lu Yiwei was saying those words out of anger. "Don't be like this. I'll do my best, and I won't let them succeed so easily."
"Thanks."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiwei sighed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. Thinking of all the hardships and twists in the past, he felt that perhaps it was a mistake from the beginning. He was not suited to survive in the bureaucracy, and he couldn't adapt to the deceit of the bureaucracy. He couldn't stand the decadent shackles of the bureaucracy, and his body and mind were haggard and haggard. Did the world change, or did he change?
It was 5 p.m., and it was still hot outside the window. The Beijing Olympic Games were playing from the speakers on the street. Niu Fuyong didn't know where he got the tickets for the opening ceremony. Moreover, they were VIP tickets. He gave him 10 tickets for his family to go, but he didn't have the time and he didn't dare to leave Long An County. The order given to them by the provincial government was to stick to their posts and do a good job in maintaining stability. It could be said that this period of maintaining stability had risen to the level of national security, and no mistakes were allowed. Once discovered, they would be dealt with seriously.
Lu Yiwei packed up the things on his desk and walked out of the office. Guo Jiajun, the secretary in the office opposite, ran out with a laptop and followed Lu Yiwei. Lu Yiwei stopped and waved his hand. "You don't have to accompany me. I'm not feeling well. I'm going back to my dormitory to rest."
Guo Jiajun asked worriedly. "Do you want a doctor to take a look at you?"
"No need."
After that, the elevator door opened, and Lu Yiwei left alone.
This might be the first time Lu Yiwei got off work since he came to Long 'an. Lu Yiwei went back to his dormitory and changed into a loose sports shirt and shorts. He made a cup of tea and went to the study with a cigarette. He sat on the desk and continued to stare blankly at the computer. Suddenly, he remembered something. He opened the bookcase behind him and took out the camera that had been sealed for a long time. He used a cloth to wipe it carefully and pressed the battery. The camera was magically activated.
This camera was left behind by Su Meng when he was still alive. He found it when he was packing his things in his rented apartment in Beijing. There were not many photos stored in the camera, only about a dozen. Other than the photos with his family, there was a photo of him and Lu Yiwei. In the photo, the two of them were young and awkward. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and his smile was stiff and unnatural. Su Meng, on the other hand, was wearing a long white dress. Her long black hair was flowing in the wind, and the ends of her hair were touching her face. Her deep and beautiful big eyes were especially lively, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. There was a shallow dimple on her left cheek, and her white and neat teeth were charming and moving.
Lu Yiwei clearly remembered the story behind this photo. When he was in charge of the work in Heishan County, the reservoir was blocked upstream, causing it to dry up. This affected the drinking water problem of hundreds of thousands of people. He used all kinds of forces to coordinate, but to no avail. He had no choice but to ask Su Meng to come out and use the power of the media to force the other party to submit. After the interview, there was this photo.
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