Director Liu of the Municipal Engineering Office, Liu Fengjin, who was the one who educated Han Youpeng before, received a call from Han Youpeng saying that he had something important to report.
He was in the meeting room on the top floor, discussing with several directors and directors how to make the city look brand new in the three months before the inspection team arrived.
It was a big mistake and a stupid idea to just do hygiene.
There were nearly 700 cities and more than 1,600 counties in the country.
Why did only 31 cities win the title of the National Hygienic and Civilized City in the last period?
All the children in kindergarten knew how to clean up, and they were very good at it. They could clean up the school grounds very well.
Therefore, if they counted on hygiene, they could win the most valuable and difficult honor of the city's brand. It was completely a fool's dream, and they could marry a fairy in their dream.
The evaluation was held once every three years. The evaluation of various comprehensive indicators, such as public security, case solving rate, employment rate, air quality, and other indicators, took two years.
In the third year, a comprehensive evaluation would be carried out, and the inspection team would be stationed for inspection.
The Zhongyun Municipal Government, which had been defeated by the final inspection team N times in a row, finally summed up a set of scientific experience through a large number of failures and long-term research of other cities that had won this honor.
There were three main points!
First: urban technology.
Second: urban culture.
Third: urban characteristics.
As for urban hygiene, this was simply not a condition at all. For example, only women could participate in the Miss Universe competition. If you had a face full of whiskers or the city was not clean, wouldn't that make people burst their bladder with laughter?
The Urban Construction Bureau was in charge of all the road planning and urban building planning in Zhongyun.
Therefore, the burden on the Urban Construction Bureau was particularly heavy in this big battle.
Under the heavy pressure, all the department directors, directors, and deputy directors. They were all full of strength, twisted into a rope, and activated all the points that could be activated to rectify the urban appearance of Zhongyun.
The discussion at the meeting was very intense. Some people thought that they should vigorously explore the characteristics of Zhongyun as a historical and cultural city and play the historical and cultural card well.
Some people also thought that there were a lot of historical and cultural ancient cities. Several ancient cities with thousands of years of history had been eliminated. It was obvious that the cultural card could not be used.
Since the cultural card was not the main card, they would play the technological card.
Nowadays, the level of technology was changing with each passing day. If they could introduce some high-tech supporting urban facilities, they might be able to win the favor of the inspection team.
The department director who made this suggestion cited many examples of high-tech supporting facilities in foreign cities that were already in place.
"Technology and culture, we must seize them all."
The Chief of the Urban Construction Bureau, Lok Jung-tung, said, "Yesterday, during the meeting of the city's leaders, we have already reached a consensus. We can't lose the characteristics of a famous cultural city. We also have to focus on the project of changing lives through technology. "
"The task given to us by the leadership is very clear. We are to focus on the city's history and culture, as well as the city's technological life. For the next three months, all the work will be done around these two points. "
A ringtone interrupted the director's speech. The ringtone was not harsh, and the meeting was only a small meeting between the directors and the director.
Therefore, no one turned off their phones. The bureau chief stopped talking and gave Liu Fengjin, the director of the Municipal Engineering Office, a look to answer the phone.
The office was very quiet. Liu Fengjin looked at the caller ID and asked angrily, "Didn't I tell you that I'm in a meeting? What's the matter?"
"Director Liu, big news, big news!" Han Youpeng's voice was very loud. In the quiet meeting room, even Chief Lok Jung-tung, who was sitting at the front, heard him clearly.
"Wait until I'm done with the meeting." Liu Fengjin hung up the phone.
"Maybe it's an urgent matter." Chief Lok Jung-tung looked at the time. "Then today's meeting will end here. Everyone go back and summarize. Come up with your own plans in the morning meeting tomorrow."
The meeting was over. The director sitting closest to the door got up and opened the door. Unexpectedly, Han Youpeng, who was waiting outside, rushed in.
Han Youpeng held his phone in one hand and a few pictures in the other. His face was flushed like a cooked prawn. "Only 60 yuan, director."
Liu Fengjin's face was red with anger. Han Youpeng was from his department. At this moment, all the leaders of the Urban Construction Bureau were present. Wasn't this obviously making a fool of himself?
Liu Fengjin had already decided to give him a good education lesson when he went back.
Chief Lok Jung-tung also got up at this time. He was a little unhappy. "Xiao Han, what made you so agitated? You don't have any subtlety at all."
"Ah, director, listen to me." Han Youpeng suddenly turned from red to white. He realized that he was in trouble.
In the end, he was a young man. He couldn't control his subtlety. When he encountered an agitated matter, he could forget everything.
To be able to pass the civil service exam, there was no guy with a problem with his brain. The director and the directors all understood that Han Youpeng must have encountered an important matter, which was why he was so rash.
Although he was angry, the director still gave Han Youpeng ample time to explain.
Han Youpeng, who was scared out of his ecstasy, understood that if he couldn't say something ugly, he would be waiting for a lifetime of being on the bench.
Therefore, he had to take out 200% of his efforts to explain this matter.
"This picture, director, please take a look first." Han Youpeng was trembling as he handed the picture in his hand to the director and deputy directors.
The picture was a piece of granite with a relief on the granite.
Chief Lok Jung-tung was just about to reprimand him for making a fuss about a picture. Before he could say anything, the director forgot this sentence completely.
He was attracted by the picture of a lady dancing gracefully in the picture.
Beautiful!
This was his first thought.
A work of art!
This was his second thought.
The maidservant's sleeves, curled legs, and slender ankles perfectly divided the stone slab, and also perfectly supported the incomparable artistic aura of the long stone slab.
That languid and charming eyes, that orchid fingers, seemed to come alive, making people can't help but linger and praise.
The rest of the deputy directors also had this kind of expression, some of them narrowed their eyes into slits.
Men, when they yearned for beautiful things, they were all the same.
Han Youpeng smiled. His smile was very confident.
They were all attracted by the picture of the lady on the slate, so naturally, they didn't notice that the slate was the main character this time.
Therefore, Han Youpeng felt the need to remind the director why he rashly broke into the meeting room.
"Director, if these curbstones carved with the lady's picture were to be put on the main roads of Zhongyun City, what would the effect be?" Han Youpeng was a little smug as he asked for praise.
"What?" Chief Lok Jung-tung and several deputy directors all jumped up from their chairs.
Chief Lok Jung-tung held the picture, his hands trembling violently. He was even more excited than Han Youpeng when he broke into the meeting room.
He grabbed Han Youpeng's shoulder, shook it, and said incoherently: "You're saying that this is a curbstone?"
Then, Chief Lok Jung-tung suddenly remembered that when Han Youpeng broke in, he shouted "sixty, sixty".
Could it be …
That he was talking about the price of this curbstone?
"Yes!" Han Youpeng's soul was floating.
"60 RMB, 60 RMB can buy a piece of curbstone."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
