The woman placed the brush down and knitted her brows. "Secretary Zhang, I'm currently drafting the agenda for this afternoon's meeting. Take a look!" When she finished, she handed a piece of paper to Zhang Zhiyuan.
Zhang Zhiyuan kept his hands in his pocket and glanced at it. Indeed, it was related to work. However, he did not speak further and turned to the woman. "What about you? What are you doing? "
The woman wasn't as composed as the woman knitting the sweater. Her hands were hanging on her shoulders as she nervously tore the corner of her clothes with her face flushed. Zhang Zhiyuan ignored him and walked to the windowsill. He gently touched a petal with his finger and looked out of the window. He saw that the courtyard was already in chaos. A large group of people rushed in from outside the gate without any regard for their image, followed by a series of footsteps. Obviously, someone had already informed them.
Seeing that the woman was still sleeping on the table, Zhang Zhiyuan walked over and knocked on the table. "Comrade, wake up. It's time to get off work."
The woman slowly stood up and sniffled before she covered her mouth and coughed. "Secretary Zhang, I'll stay away from you. I've caught a cold, and I don't want to pass it to you."
Sneering, Zhang Zhiyuan walked over to Wang Maoyun and looked at the latter, who was covered in sweat. "Wang Maoyun, right?"
"Y-yes …" Wang Maoyun wore a panicked expression as he pleaded, "Secretary Zhang, please listen to my explanation …"
Zhang Zhiyuan raised his hand and stopped Wang Maoyun. His expression was extremely ugly as he said resentfully, "What's there to explain? Are you telling me that what I've seen and heard isn't as good as what you've said? "
Zhang Zhiyuan suppressed a bellyful of anger. He wanted to use this as a pretext to make a fuss, but he forced himself to suppress it. Turning to Lu Yiwei, he said, "Note down these people and the one that ran out. Hand them over to the Commission for Discipline Inspection's Secretary Liao for him to deal with."
Before he finished speaking, the woman had already collapsed on the ground. However, the woman knitting the sweater did not seem to agree with Zhang Zhiyuan's actions. "Secretary Zhang, what right do you have to deal with us in this manner? Which party discipline or law did we break? "
Lu Yiwei stood behind Zhang Zhiyuan and squeezed his eyes with all his might. He didn't expect that the woman wouldn't appreciate it and said, "Lu Yiwei, stop winking. No matter how much you squeeze, I still have to say it. What's wrong? Students still have breaks between classes. Can't we take a break? What's more, we're discussing work in a pleasant way to ease the tense atmosphere … "The woman's glib tongue was indeed not just for show. She talked non-stop, ignoring Wang Maoyun's forceful tugging and directly bombarding Zhang Zhiyuan.
"What's your name?" Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, but he couldn't do anything to a woman, so he had to endure it.
The woman was full of fighting spirit. She shook off Wang Maoyun and said, "My name is Liu Bixia."
Zhang Zhiyuan turned to look at the notice board on the wall and said, "Oh, you're a member of the Party's Development and Reform Bureau cum Office Director. You're pretty good with your words. Did I say that I'm going to punish you?"
"Didn't you say to hand it over to the Commission for Discipline Inspection …"
"Enough!" At this moment, Cao Zhanshan, the director of the Development and Reform Bureau, ran in panting and scolded Liu Bixia, "Get out!"
Just a moment ago, Cao Zhanshan was still acting like an iron lady, but after being scolded by Cao Zhanshan, she immediately burst into tears and covered her face as she ran out.
Cao Zhanshan was at a loss. He forced a bitter smile and said, "Secretary Zhang, I'm really sorry. I didn't know you're coming. I just went out to settle some matters …"
Zhang Zhiyuan had a small stature, but when he put on his trench coat and straightened his collar, he looked especially cold. "You have a meeting in the afternoon?"
"Meeting?" Cao Zhanshan looked at Wang Maoyun and mumbled, "Yes, yes, yes. We have a meeting in the afternoon to discuss the next quarter's work."
"Oh!" Zhang Zhiyuan did not say much and said, "Alright, you guys go ahead." After that, he strode out of the door with his head held high. Seeing that, Cao Zhanshan quickly chased after him and said, "Secretary Zhang, it's already lunchtime. It's not easy for you to come here. Why don't you stay for a meal?"
Zhang Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks. His expression was extremely solemn, and his eyebrows were like they were carved by a knife. "Comrade Zhanshan, you can skip the meal. I'll give you a week's time. I hope to see a different Development and Reform Bureau. If you can't do it, I'll send someone to rectify it for you." After that, he took out a sign-in form from his pocket and stuffed it into Cao Zhanshan's hand. "As the director, if you don't even sign in, how are you going to lead the people under you?"
Cao Zhanshan held the sign-in form and stood there in a daze. He did not know how to explain himself. After watching Zhang Zhiyuan leave, he roared at the office building, "No one is allowed to leave today. Meeting!" No one knew if he was angry at the staff or Zhang Zhiyuan.
Zhang Zhiyuan sat in the car with a belly full of anger. He was extremely disappointed with the performance of the Development and Reform Bureau. But if the Development and Reform Bureau was like this, how much better could the other units be? This was the atmosphere in Nanyang County. If they wanted to change it, they must put in a lot of effort to rectify it. The Development and Reform Bureau was even more determined to rectify Nanyang's bureaucracy.
"What time is it?" Zhang Zhiyuan asked expressionlessly.
Lu Yiwei looked at his watch and said carefully, "11: 43."
As they spoke, they passed by the old 'County party committee compound'. Zhang Zhiyuan glanced at it and ordered Lu Yiwei, "Drive in!"
We also introduced the compound in front. It was a product of the founding of the People's Republic of China. It used to be very popular. After the new building was completed, it naturally became a dwelling place for some small units. More than 20 units and social groups gathered in the compound. The Tourism Bureau, the Archives Bureau, and other government units, as well as the Federation of the Disabled and the Federation of Literary Works were all here. Because the units were small and had no administrative functions, they were generally called 'forgotten corners'. It was indeed so.
For example, the Tourism Bureau. Although Nanyang County had tourism resources, it was not developed. There was nothing to do all year round. So it became the best place to 'punish' officials. The work of the Archives Bureau was more routine. From the name, it could be seen that it was a cold yamen. As for the Federation of the Disabled and the Women's Federation, they were even more relaxed. Every year, except for some activities on the Disabled Day and Women's Day, the whole year was peaceful. You want to be busy, but the problem is that there is nothing to do.
Zhang Zhiyuan got out of the car, hoping to see a scene different from the Development and Reform Bureau. To his disappointment, there was no miracle. Instead, the situation was even worse than the Development and Reform Bureau. It was already empty. Only one or two figures flashed by, and they were cleaning. It was really chilling.
Because of this, Zhang Zhiyuan insisted on walking into the building. Starting from the first floor, he knocked on almost every office, all the way to the third floor, but there was no response.
"Secretary Zhang …" Lu Yiwei said softly, "There should be no one left. Let's go back."
Zhang Zhiyuan's face became more and more ugly. He could not accept this blow. Until the last office, there was no one. At this time, the cleaning woman shouted angrily, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Can't you see that I just mopped the floor from the first floor to the third? Are you trying to make life difficult for me? "Obviously, the woman did not recognize Zhang Zhiyuan.
Lu Yiwei was about to speak, but Zhang Zhiyuan stopped him. He stepped forward and asked, "Big sister, where are the people in this building?"
"Who is your big sister?" The woman said angrily, "It's noon. Why are you knocking on the door? If you have something to do, come tomorrow at nine in the morning. You will be late after ten."
Zhang Zhiyuan was shocked and said, "Can't I come in the afternoon?"
"In the afternoon? When you come in the afternoon, you can't even see a shadow. There are people playing mahjong, and those taking care of their children. Where are you going to find them? Let's go. I'm going to mop the floor. What's going on? "The woman said resentfully.
After leaving the "County party committee compound," Zhang Zhiyuan turned around and asked Lu Yiwei, "Is it always like this?"
Lu Yiwei did not dare to look at Zhang Zhiyuan and said, "It's basically the same."
Zhang Zhiyuan did not say anything. He walked to the car, opened the door, and sat in. Lu Yiwei quickly got in the car and asked, "Secretary Zhang, where are we going to eat?"
Zhang Zhiyuan was not in the mood to eat. He closed his eyes and said, "Shiwan Village."
Lu Yiwei did not know what Zhang Zhiyuan was up to, so he did not say anything and drove straight to Shiwan Village.
Shiwan Village was a place where Zhang Zhiyuan's heart ached. He was very unwilling to come to this place, but he had to face it. Erbao Coal Mine temporarily stopped production because of Qin Erbao's arrest, and the cement factory became a "blank check" that could never be completed. The huge empty land was bleak and desolate. When a gust of wind blew, it rolled up the sand and dust, making people feel sad and helpless.
When they were about to reach the construction site of the cement factory, Zhang Zhiyuan closed his eyes. He did not dare to look, nor was he willing to look. This was a scar in his heart. Instead of feeling the pain, it was better not to open it. Lu Yiwei seemed to have seen through Zhang Zhiyuan's thoughts and said, "Secretary Zhang, you don't look well. Why don't we go back?"
Zhang Zhiyuan shook his head and said in a deep and slow tone, "Let's go."
The construction site appeared in front of him. Zhang Zhiyuan got out of the car and raised his head to look at the simple gate. The words "Tong Ya Group" were written on it, and he could not help but sneer. On the left side of the wall was written in fine calligraphy: "Work hard for a month, push the project to take root at full speed." On the right side was also written: "Work fast for 30 days, strive to achieve the project's goal of production." The slogan was shouted very loudly, and it had the shadow of the "Great Leap Forward" period. There were still damaged red flags stuck on the wall, wantonly fluttering in the autumn wind like demons, and making terrifying "whoosh whoosh" sounds.
Zhang Zhiyuan pushed the gate. He thought it would be locked, but he did not expect it to be pushed open easily. The land stretched as far as the eye could see, and he could still smell the fragrance of the soil and rice. From the dents in the soil, he could tell that this place used to be bustling with activity. But now, other than the wind and the fallen leaves, there was no trace of the past.
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