The Provincial Party Committee Compound was no stranger to Lu Yiwei. He used to come here with Chu Yunchi and Zhang Zhiyuan to do a lot of things, but every time he came, his mood was completely different.
The Provincial Party Committee Compound was originally the Governor's Office of the Qing Dynasty, the administrative mansion during the period of warlords. After liberation, the working group at that time set up camp here in order to save money, and it has been there ever since. In the past, the Provincial Party Committee Compound was quite large, divided into three functional areas: the front, the middle, and the back. The most magnificent one was the Summer Palace, but it was all demolished when the Four Olds were destroyed, leaving only the side rooms on the east and west sides and the back garden. After the antique renovation, some of the buildings were restored one after another, and a five-story building was built on the original site of the Summer Palace. This was the center of power of Xijiang Province.
On the other side of the central axis was a modern high-rise building, which was the office of the provincial government, and it was not a little higher than the Provincial Party Committee. Some busybodies once suggested to the leader of the Provincial Party Committee that the government building should not be higher than the Provincial Party Committee Building, and it should be changed. The leader at that time was an old revolutionary who had participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, and he could believe these fallacies, so he was unmoved. Later, a leader listened to his opinion, and when he was about to change the building, someone put forward a different opinion. It was said that this was the center of power of successive dynasties, and it was a treasure land with good Feng Shui. Once the base was moved, it would easily affect the foundation. The leader did not believe it, so he moved to the front building.
However, it did not take long for the leader to be investigated. This was even more amazing, and people thought about it. Later, the leader moved back again, and it was fixed.
This pattern was somewhat similar to the Nanyang County Party Committee Compound, which indirectly reflected the local architectural style and style.
The armed police at the gate coldly stared at the vehicles and people going in and out with their guns, and the people from the security department had their eyes on top of their heads, watching like hunting dogs. Under such strict security, it was difficult to enter without a pass or someone coming down to claim it. The more ordinary people could not get close, the more mysterious and awe-inspiring this place was.
Lu Yiwei walked in and saw all the people in dark trousers and white shirts running in a hurry, and he became more and more nervous. One had to know that those who could enter this place were definitely not ordinary people. They were either leaders or bosses.
On the third floor, Zhang Zhiyuan led Lu Yiwei into a small room at the end of the corridor. There was a young man about the same age as Lu Yiwei sitting in the room. He was staring at the computer screen with a frown while typing furiously on the keyboard. Whether it was in terms of temperament or demeanor, there was an indescribable feeling. Looking back at himself, no matter how expensive the branded clothes he wore, his body would unconsciously hunch, and he would always feel inferior.
"Xiao Liu, Chief Zhao is looking for you. Go and have a look," Zhang Zhiyuan said.
Xiao Liu looked up at Lu Yiwei, stood up, and walked out with a stack of documents. When he walked, his footsteps were steady and slow. His imposing manner was extraordinary, and he was very stylish. No one knew if it was because he had a natural sense of superiority from working in the Provincial Party Committee, or if he was influenced by what he had seen and heard, but he deliberately imitated a certain leader. No matter what, it made Lu Yiwei very envious.
In Nanyang County, there were people who treated you as a big shot, but you were worthless here.
Zhang Zhiyuan had no time to care about Lu Yiwei's feelings. He sat down and looked at his watch. "Time is tight, so I'll cut to the chase. Regarding your matter, I talked to Secretary-General Luo yesterday. He is quite interested in you, and he immediately asked for you to meet him. I called you the whole day, but you didn't pick up. I had to explain to Secretary-General Luo, and he agreed to meet me this morning. I just asked Secretary-General Luo's secretary, Xiao Wang, and he is very busy. In the end, Xiao Wang gave him five minutes, and the meeting is set at 8: 45. It's 8: 32 now … "
As Zhang Zhiyuan spoke, Lu Yiwei became inexplicably nervous. His legs were trembling, and his fingers on his knees were trembling. Cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.
"Why are you nervous?" Zhang Zhiyuan looked at Lu Yiwei's nervous expression and said, "Don't be nervous. Secretary-General Luo is very kind. When you meet him, be more courageous, and answer the questions with a louder voice. How can you leave a good impression on him like this? What are you afraid of? He is also a human, so relax. "
Zhang Zhiyuan continued, "When you meet Secretary-General Luo later, he will ask you about your situation. No matter what he asks, just say that you want to improve, learn, and serve your hometown better in the future. Don't say anything else, do you hear me? "
Zhang Zhiyuan's words made Lu Yiwei even more nervous. He was so nervous that his upper and lower gums kept knocking against each other. His back was already drenched.
Zhang Zhiyuan's instructions were not without reason. The leaders' time was very precious. If they wanted to meet, they had to make an appointment in advance. If they did not have a strong enough relationship, they would not be able to meet even if they wanted to. The meeting time was precise, not even a minute more. After all, there were still many people waiting in line. And Lu Yiwei could cut the queue entirely because of his personal relationship. If Zhang Zhiyuan was not in the Enterprise Reform Office, he could not even think about it. In addition, when they met, they had to grasp the main point of the conversation and go straight to the point. Don't say anything unnecessary. Otherwise, if they did not get to the point when the time was up, everything would be in vain.
"Okay, it is 8: 38 now, let's go now." During the conversation, Zhang Zhiyuan kept looking at his watch. It should be said that he was talking about the time.
The distance from the room to the other side of the corridor was only a mere 20 meters, but Lu Yiwei's footsteps were unusually heavy. He did not even know how to walk, and his palms were sweaty.
Along the way, Zhang Zhiyuan kept nodding and greeting people who came out of a room. He did not look like the County party committee secretary at all, but more like a new secretary. Rank determined status, and rank determined everything.
When they arrived at a waiting room, the narrow space was full of people. Everyone looked nervous and anxious, sitting on the sofa or chair with a serious face, waiting anxiously. They did not speak to each other, holding their breath and staring at a corner of the room. In front of the desk sat a fair-skinned middle-aged man, bending over the desk and writing rapidly.
Zhang Zhiyuan turned around and pressed his hand to Lu Yiwei, then tiptoed to the man and whispered, "Director Wang."
The man looked up and saw it was Zhang Zhiyuan. He looked down at his watch and said, "Wait for Director Zhao to come out, then you can go in."
"Okay, okay, thank you!" Zhang Zhiyuan cupped his fists and thanked him.
When the others saw someone cutting the line, they could not help but focus their attention on Lu Yiwei, their complicated eyes were filled with doubt.
At this time, a man stood up and said, "Director Wang, Fuji County's County party committee secretary, Ma Huanran, made an appointment with Secretary Luo yesterday. I have an urgent matter to see him, do you think …"
Director Wang adjusted his glasses and said, "What's the hurry? Didn't you see Director Guo of the Finance Department and Mayor Zhou of Jiangbei City are also waiting here?"
After the man heard this, he looked back at the two of them and nodded his head in shame. He sat down obediently with a blushing face.
At this time, the suite door opened. A leader came out, sweating profusely, and the first thing he did was to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his hand. Lu Yiwei thought to himself, this is only a meeting with the Secretary, how nervous will he be if he meets with the Provincial Party Committee secretary?
Director Wang immediately got up and walked in quickly. After a while, he came out and said, "Director Zhang, come in."
Zhang Zhiyuan led Lu Yiwei in.
The office was not big, at most a hundred square meters, compared to the office of the County party committee secretary. The furnishings were very simple, a desk, a bookcase, a few sofas, and a pot of yew on the floor. That was all.
Lu Yiwei stood there, and Zhang Zhiyuan quietly walked to the desk and said, "Secretary Luo, this is Lu Yiwei."
"Oh." Luo Zhongyuan smoked and leaned back in the large leather chair. He looked at Lu Yiwei and pointed to the sofa. "Sit."
Lu Yiwei bowed respectfully and sat on the sofa. He straightened his back and waited for Luo Zhongyuan to ask questions.
Luo Zhongyuan's hair was combed back, but his hair was thick and black. His square face was so fair that not a single beard could be seen. He had a prominent nose and a lion's mouth. He was the "blessed person" in the folk legends. His white shirt was well-ironed and exquisite. With special effects, one could see circles of magnetic fields emitting from his body. It was either attractive or repellent. It was daunting.
"I heard from Comrade Runnian that the 'Nanyang Model' published in the 'Internal Reference' was written by you?" Luo Zhongyuan suddenly said.
Lu Yiwei did not expect Luo Zhongyuan to use this as an entry point. He did not know how to answer. Zhang Zhiyuan had repeatedly reminded him not to say anything that should not be said. Could this be considered as not saying anything that should not be said?
Zhang Zhiyuan quickly came to the rescue and said, "Secretary-General Luo, that article was written by Director Cai. Comrade Yiwei only provided the material."
"Oh." Luo Zhongyuan nodded thoughtfully. He continued, "Let me ask you. What do you think about the restructuring of the enterprises in the province?"
It seemed like a simple question, but it was extremely difficult to answer. If the height and depth were not enough, it was likely to be greatly reduced. Lu Yiwei did not have time to think. He became even more nervous.
"Don't be nervous. Think about it." Luo Zhongyuan comforted him.
Lu Yiwei calmed down and thought about it. "Secretary-General Luo, I think the restructuring of the enterprises is the biggest dilemma our province is currently facing. The cultivation of an enterprise requires a lot of material, financial and human resources. The bloated management mechanism and outdated business philosophy are no longer in line with the modern situation and the trend of the times. We should introduce a modern enterprise management system and separate government from enterprise … "Lu Yiwei became less nervous as he spoke. He expressed his thoughts clearly.
Luo Zhongyuan nodded in agreement as he listened. A smile appeared on his face. On the surface, it was a question, but in reality, it was a test of public opinion. As the director of the provincial enterprise reform office, he was the specific operator and executor. Recently, a small number of people publicly opposed the restructuring of the enterprises, saying that it was not conducive to the local economic development. What's more, they said that the province was buying and selling state-owned assets in a disguised form, causing the assets to flow into the pockets of individuals. Some people got rich, but the interests of the majority were lost.
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