He Yang realized that Ding Nengren's current position was not accidental, but due to his flexible, timely and calculating character. If he dealt with such a person, he would most likely be sold out without knowing it. He Yang hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he was right or wrong!
He Yang knew too little about Ding Nengren. When Liu Qiangdong was at the peak of his career, he became a stepping stone for Ding Nengren. How could he, a small secretary on secondment to the office of the municipal party secretary, take advantage of Ding Nengren
Seeing He Yang remained silent, Ding Nengren smiled faintly, took out a large oil-covered envelope from the drawer, reached out and pressed the cover, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao He, we hit it off right away, so I'll be frank with you. Do you really want to be the top secretary of the municipal party committee?"
He Yang raised his face, his eyes showing determination, and nodded: "Secretary Ding, after so many years of fighting in the officialdom, who doesn't have a desire for power?"
Ding Nengren cracked his mouth and laughed strangely twice, then pushed the big oil-covered envelope out and said in a deep voice, "I like your character, you are ruthless enough to survive in the officialdom. The official career is so dangerous, how can a kind person survive in it? To do great things, you must first be vicious. People can be patient in many cases, but when the opportunity comes, if you don't have the courage to burn your boats, you can only be inferior to others in this life."
He Yang guessed what was in the envelope, and took it with a slightly trembling wrist. His thoughts were extremely complicated. He had stepped onto Ding Nengren's big ship, which was undoubtedly courting death. However, since he had made a decision, there was no need to look back.
He Yang gritted his teeth and said decisively: "Secretary Ding, I learned a lot from today's visit. It was really useful. I will make good use of the contents of this envelope and will not let you down."
As he stepped out of the building where Ding Nengren's house was located, a drizzle began to fall outside, hitting He Yang's face, which was slightly numb. He Yang held the envelope tightly, knowing that it was a double-edged sword. If he could not kill Fang Zhicheng, then for him, it would be a dead end.
Ding Nengren stood at the window, staring at He Yang who was walking slowly downstairs. His wife Wang Yaqin came over and exclaimed, "Oh, it's raining outside. Do you want to give He Yang an umbrella?"
Ding Nengren waved his hand and frowned, "Why give me an umbrella? You're quite enthusiastic."
Wang Yaqin rolled her eyes at Ding Nengren and whispered, "They put a piece of fruit in the basket as a token of their love, but you gave them a few cans of moldy tea leaves to send them away. Isn't that the right way to treat guests?"
Ding Nengren smiled, but his tone was unusually cold, and he said: "I gave him more than just tea. If he makes good use of it, he will be very successful in the future."
Ding Nengren spent a long time collecting the materials for the large oil-skin envelope, racking his brains, and mobilizing many resources and connections. How could its value be calculated using mundane things? If He Yang could make good use of it, then Fang Zhicheng would become his stepping stone.
Chapter 0141 Fang Zhicheng's Four Sins
From Tuesday to Thursday, Song Wendi traveled light with his secretary Fang Zhicheng to inspect the subordinate counties. Although Yinzhou's urban-rural integration was advancing at a good pace, it was still a little short of expectations. Song Wendi couldn't figure out the key to this, so he frowned tightly in the car.
Seeing that Song Wendi's eyes were always wandering outside the car window, Fang Zhicheng handed over the teacup and asked, "Boss, can you drink some water?"
Song Wendi took the teacup and took a sip. He sighed softly and said, "Xiao Fang, you have been running around with me for a while these few days. Do you have any experience?"
Fang Zhicheng pondered Song Wendi's thoughts, carefully organized his words, and said: "It looks bright and beautiful on the outside, but lacks flesh and blood on the inside."
Song Wendi thought to himself that Fang Zhicheng understood his thoughts more and more. When he lifted his butt, he seemed to know what he was farting. He smiled and said, "What is missing from the inside? Each subordinate county has its own urban positioning, and each has its own core competitiveness when developing a region. Isn't this what the country has always advocated?"
Fang Zhicheng frowned and reminded in a low voice: "There is an uneasy factor that needs to be vigilant, that is, the protection of landless farmers in the process of urban-rural integration. With the development of the economy and the advancement of urbanization, a large amount of rural land has been expropriated, which will lead to a vulnerable group in society - landless farmers. They lack stable and stable social security, and are separated between farmers and citizens. They have become "three-no" people who have no land to farm, no jobs to work, and no identity for subsistence allowances. They are an uneasy factor that affects social stability. At the same time, the blind expropriation of land by subordinate counties has led to an imbalance in Yinzhou's industry. Although agriculture is no longer a key area for Yinzhou to explore, as a basic industry, it still needs to be protected and given certain policy support."
When Song Wendi heard Fang Zhicheng say this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Fang Zhicheng made him look at him with new eyes. Although he was young, he was very sharp in solving problems and even thought of the key points earlier than himself.
Song Wendi is a ruler with a big picture view. If you think about it carefully, you will find the cause. The biggest problem of the subordinate counties now is that the pace of urban and rural development is too rapid, which has led to intensified conflicts. It may not be specifically presented now, but as time goes by, it will eventually surface violently. At present, the country advocates sustainable development. Song Wendi is not ready to be a municipal party secretary. He wants to plan ahead and find a way out for the new municipal party secretary in the future.
Song Wendi pondered for a long time and sighed, "However, urban and rural integration is the general direction of development. If we set up many barriers now, it will undoubtedly pour cold water on the people below. We need to be careful in dealing with it."
Fang Zhicheng frowned and said nothing. He was also thinking of a solution. After a long while, he tentatively said, "Only when the landless farmers realize the problem of their own future survival can we solve this problem."
"Oh?" Song Wendi found Fang Zhicheng's point of view very fresh.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said softly: "Landless farmers must give full play to their subjective initiative and enhance their family's risk of losing land, so as to solve the problem. In short, in the process of promoting urban-rural integration, subordinate counties should increase publicity and guidance, plan a way out for landless farmers in advance, and provide targeted assistance. From the current national resettlement and protection policies and measures for landless farmers, it is not well realized that the main body of sustainable livelihood development is the farmers themselves. The reason is that the government is still too passive, so that the farmers themselves also appear to be "waiting, relying on, and asking for" phenomenon. "
Although Fang Zhicheng's words were very awkward, Song Wendi still understood what he meant. He patted his thigh lightly and sighed, "You are right. If we only rely on housing subsidies, compensation for young crops and compensation for land and crops, although this method can temporarily solve the worries of landless farmers, it cannot guarantee that these landless farmers can still survive normally after many years."
Fang Zhicheng thought for a moment and added: "It is not okay to just sit back and enjoy the fruits of one's labor. Landless farmers need to go out to work. If they don't have any skills, the government should provide them with job placement and skills training. For example, the government should use public welfare jobs to place middle-aged and elderly workers, such as landscaping and sanitation workers. Second, encourage enterprises to give priority to young and strong landless workers when recruiting workers, and the government can provide certain subsidies. Third, provide free skills training..."
Song Wendi looked up at Fang Zhicheng and said with a smile, "It seems that the training course at the Party School was not in vain. I have enriched my theoretical knowledge a lot."
Fang Zhicheng felt that he had said too much today, and was a bit pretentious. He smiled faintly and sighed, "It's because you were born a scholar, boss. I usually read more books to keep up with your thinking."
Song Wendi pondered for a while, then called a friend at the Huainan Urban Development Research Institute to see if he could make a high-quality research report on the topic of "landless farmers" for the counties under Yinzhou.
Seeing Song Wendi's vigorous and resolute actions, Fang Zhicheng secretly sighed that his words just now were not in vain. Song Wendi's move seemed to be determined to treat the problem of "sustainable livelihoods of landless farmers in the process of urban integration". This is an unpopular topic, but it is an unavoidable problem for urban development. Song Wendi thought about this, which shows that he has a deep affection for Yinzhou.
After Song Wendi finished the call, he remained silent. He suddenly thought about Fang Zhicheng's changes over the past year and couldn't help but sigh. Song Wendi himself was also a secretary. By comparison, he knew the essentials of a secretary's job, but he was far less mature than Fang Zhicheng. The identity of a secretary is complex. Not only does he have to be a confidant, a thug, a doorman, but he also has to be a think tank and a spokesperson. Fang Zhicheng has the potential to be an excellent secretary in many aspects.
Song Wendi once again felt a sense of cherishing talent, thinking that he must carve this piece of uncut jade well and not let Fang Zhicheng die halfway.
He has been immersed in the officialdom for more than 20 years and has seen too many young people with extraordinary potential who have taken a detour in their official careers due to a moment of confusion. Now Fang Zhicheng is in a key position, and Song Wendi must guide him carefully and not let Fang Zhicheng confuse his mind.
However, what satisfied Song Wendi was that Fang Zhicheng was still relatively determined and was not the kind of person who could be easily tempted by money and sex. This was the fundamental reason why Song Wendi was confident in him.
After returning to the office, Song Wendi first took a sip of tea, then slowly flipped through the documents. Suddenly, a large envelope at hand attracted his attention. He bypassed the cotton thread, pulled out the materials inside, and after glancing at them for a few times, his face suddenly changed, then he frowned and began to read carefully.
"Bang!" Song Wendi slammed the table heavily and jumped up.
Fang Zhicheng and the others who were sitting outside all heard the noise and looked at each other in bewilderment. Fang Zhicheng was hesitating whether to go in and ask for instructions to see what was going on inside. Song Wendi's heavy voice came from the inner room, "Xiao Fang, come in!"
Fang Zhicheng's face darkened. He knew Song Wendi very well. He knew that Song Wendi would only speak in this tone when he was extremely angry.
After entering the inner room, Song Wendi tapped the table with his fingers twice, as if suppressing his inner anger, and said in a deep voice: "Take a look at this material yourself."
This is a piece of black material about reporting Fang Zhicheng.
Not long ago, Song Wendi was still worried that Fang Zhicheng would become arrogant because of his position as secretary to the municipal party secretary. Unexpectedly, after returning to the office, he saw this document, which listed in detail Fang Zhicheng's many crimes, including photos to support them.
The greatest anger in the world is the huge psychological gap. Song Wendi trusted Fang Zhicheng so much, how could he do so many evil things behind her back.
Fang Zhicheng noticed that Song Wendi was in a bad mood, so he calmed down and took the stack of information. He had to admit that the other party had spent a lot of effort to discredit him, mainly listing four major charges against him.