Deputy Director Wang Yi and other relevant personnel were also taken away at the same time. All previous decisions were naturally invalidated. Whether Qinghua Plant would go bankrupt or not would be discussed later. Fan Hengan's transfer agreement became a dead letter. Xu Fuyan scanned the whole audience coldly, watching the group of people who had once disdained, despised, ignored, and even tripped him up all lowered their heads unnaturally, and he felt very refreshed.
After the provincial people left, Xu Fuyan emphasized the organizational discipline for the last time. Yuan Dazhu's case was still under investigation. For the sake of the overall stability of Qingzhou, all matters today were not allowed to be spread. This was actually meant to disgust Zhou Yuanting. Almost everyone present was from Zhou's faction. With such a big scandal, even if Xu Fuyan didn't say anything, Zhou Yuanting would have to issue a gag order. He would definitely try to find one or two days to understand the cause and effect of the matter. In any case, Yuan Dazhu had to be saved. But before that, it was best not to leak the news, otherwise the workers of Qinghua Factory would make trouble and bring a lot of unnecessary trouble and obstacles.
In Zhou Yuanting's heart, he still thought that this was Xu Fuyan's most clumsy counterattack after he was helpless. He wanted to use this method to prevent the bankruptcy of Qinghua Factory. Wasn't it just that he had run out of tricks or something
In the confrontation at the provincial level, he is not afraid of the other side.
But what Zhou Yuanting didn't know was that this was not a counterattack, but a life-and-death war that had been planned for a long time. Those who don't plan for the overall situation are not qualified to plan for a region. When Zhou Yuanting's eyes were still limited to Qingzhou, he didn't know that two unrelated factions formed an alliance because of a young man, and then launched the most massive thunder and lightning attack in the history of Jiangdong Province in the posture of an eagle fighting a rabbit.
"Mayor Zhou, the Qinghua Plant is still organizing a study session. What do you think?"
Secretary Tang Jie walked over to Zhou Yuanting and reminded him that this was not the time to be in a daze. Zhou Yuanting woke up, nodded slightly, and whispered: "Thousands of people gathered together, it will be troublesome if it takes too long. Who is hosting it now?"
"It's Xia Zhizhong."
"Call him immediately. Don't mention anything else. Disband the workers first. Prepare a car to take me to Guanshan."
Tang Jie knew that when Mayor Zhou specifically mentioned preparing a car, he meant that car number two would not be used and would need to be dispatched separately, so he hurried out to make arrangements. Zhou Yuanting saw that everyone in the hall was silent and looked heavy. He waved his hand and said, "We must believe that our comrades can stand the test of the Party and the people. Don't worry, things won't be delayed for too long and the truth will be revealed in a short time. Now go back and work with peace of mind. The overall stability of Qingzhou will not change!"
This was said with absolute certainty, and everyone felt reassured. Yes, they had been operating in Qingzhou for many years, how could a newly arrived secretary who raised his hand over them overthrow them? Except for a few who were keenly aware of the seriousness of the situation and were worried, the other officials at all levels went away with a relaxed look on their faces. Of course, whether this was really the case, only they knew.
Liu Sheng watched everyone leave and asked, "What should we do now?"
"You will have to meet Xia Zhizhong later and explain some things to him. Deal with what needs to be dealt with and keep quiet about what needs to be kept quiet. Be prepared to face inquiries and inspections from the provincial government. I will find Secretary Fang right away and go to Guanshan together to inquire about the situation. You should discuss the city's affairs with Mayor Bai. We are keeping a close eye on every move of that gang, so remember to report in a timely manner!"
Secretary Fang is the former secretary and current director of the National People's Congress Fang Mingtang. Although he has long since resigned, Zhou Yuanting still addresses him as secretary to show that he has not forgotten his roots. Liu Sheng nodded reluctantly. Zhou Yuanting knew what he was thinking and angrily said, "What a fool! What time is it now? Why can't you let go of your usual little dirty tricks? Bai Changqian is brave and daring. This is the time when he needs to step up. Think about it carefully!"
Liu Sheng blushed and quickly agreed. Looking at his back, Zhou Yuanting shook his head. Liu Sheng was loyal, but he was too narrow-minded to handle the important task. In the end, only Fan Hengan was left sitting there. Zhou Yuanting's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible disgust and coldness, and he said, "Old Fan, I'm afraid we have to put the matter of the Qinghua Factory aside. Xu Fuyan suddenly resorted to this method. I'm worried that there is something fishy. Let's go to Guanshan to explore the way before making a decision. Although he may not have the courage to make a big fuss, it's always better to be careful. You should also pay attention to your side."
Nothing else could be said too clearly. Zhou Yuanting straightened his clothes and walked out. Whenever he appeared in public, he was always well-dressed and neat.
Suddenly, Fan Hengan's low and cold voice came from behind: "Xu Fuyan better not make a big fuss..."
Zhou Yuanting paused and continued walking forward.
Fan Hengan was a lunatic. He had known this on that night in July! But after many years in Qingzhou, his career had been deeply intertwined with his. Although the tumor was terrible, it would be life-threatening if removed.
He has no choice!
"Secretary Tang?"
When Xia Zhizhong received Tang Jie's call, he almost dropped his phone out of surprise. Tang Jie represented Zhou Yuanting in Qingzhou. Perhaps the right to talk directly with Mayor Zhou had always been a forbidden delicacy of Yuan Dazhu. When had he ever been treated like this as a deputy factory director? Listening to the voice coming from the phone, he kept nodding his head and saying in a submissive manner:
"Of course, of course, okay, okay, I understand!"
It took a while before he hung up the phone. In fact, Tang Jie only told him to let the employees disband and not to release the bankruptcy news today, and asked him to rush to the city government immediately. He hung up in less than a minute. But Xia Zhizhong still held the phone and hummed for a while, as if he had something important to tell him.
Little people are often so ridiculous and pitiful.
He Xiaobo was interrupted and felt even more upset. He was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. Chief Yang of the Finance Department asked in a playful way, "What instructions does the leader have?"
Xia Zhizhong was reserved for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, but I have to rush over to meet with Mayor Zhou and Vice Mayor Liu. That's all for today, let's go."
It was the first time that He Xiaobo led everyone to study, and he was unwilling to give up halfway, so he asked: "Shouldn't we wait until it's decided over there so that we can organize some people to do the work?" These people referred to some so-called "capable people" and "popular people" in the factory, people who had prestige and appeal among the employees. As long as they were stabilized, others would not be able to cause any big waves.
Xia Zhizhong looked down on this traitor who sold out his friends for fame and fortune. He raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically, "How about Section Chief He call Secretary Tang and ask for instructions to see if we should continue to do the work?"
This sentence made He Xiaobo's face turn red. He was just asking a normal question, but Xia Zhizhong didn't give him face. The rage that surged up almost made his head explode, but he still held it in and forced a smile, "Director Xia, you are joking. How can I have the qualifications?"
"If you don't have the qualifications, stop talking nonsense, Lao Li, let everyone disperse!"
Xia Zhizhong kicked the chair away and left happily. Section Chief Yang was so happy to see He Xiaobo making a fool of himself that he couldn't stop grinning. He deliberately said, "Xiaobo, don't take it to heart. Director Xia has just this kind of temper. You're not familiar with him, so you'll know when you get to know him more." This was a satire on the fact that he had just climbed up and was still an outsider.
He Xiaobo's face turned pale, he ignored him and started to pack up the documents. Office Director Li saw that the staff below the stage began to get agitated, and those in the back row were standing on tiptoe to look at the podium, and their voices were getting louder. He quickly stood up and said, "Let's stop here for today's study, everyone dismissed!"
Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and no one understood why they gathered today. However, the factory was currently in a state of suspension, and there was nothing to do anyway, so they could come if they were asked to, and leave if they were asked to.
Fang Yue was mixed in with the crowd, walking out slowly. The colleague behind him cursed, "Damn it, I really thought it was a paycheck, but it ended up being all just a fart."
"That's right, look at how He Xiaobo is showing off, he's really shameless!"
"Stop talking. Haven't you seen what Director Ji has become? Think more about your wife and children and behave yourself!"
"This group of people have turned a good factory into this mess... There is no place for reason in this world, alas!"
Fang Yue listened to these words, clenched his fists, and walked out of the auditorium with his head down. After walking a few steps, he suddenly looked back. The auditorium, which was built in the early 1980s, was tall, imposing, and majestic. It was once the glory and symbol of Qinghua Plant and the envy of other state-owned enterprises. Even the then secretary of the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee joked that the Municipal Party Committee would have to borrow the venue from Qinghua Plant for enlarged meetings in the future.
The words are still fresh in our ears, but in just a dozen years, the Qinghua Factory will be heading towards its end just like this gradually dusty auditorium.
He Xiaobo left the Qinghua Factory alone and joined Yuan Dazhu. Some of his former friends avoided him. He had not yet integrated into Yuan Dazhu's circle. He looked lonely and alone. He didn't know why his original plan was cancelled, and he was not qualified to know what happened in the city. He had always been a small figure, and he couldn't be any smaller. Anyway, the bankruptcy of the Qinghua Factory was a foregone conclusion, and it didn't matter if it happened a day earlier or later.
He Xiaobo took a taxi to a small restaurant, ordered a few side dishes, and drank by himself. The excitement of being on the podium for the first time, Xia Zhizhong's unceremonious ridicule, and Section Chief Yang's gloating smile flashed before his eyes one by one. After half a bottle of wine, the evil fire in his heart not only did not dissipate, but became stronger and stronger. The charming proprietress brought a plate of preserved eggs. The cheap and pungent fragrance on her body stimulated him. Somehow, he thought of Su Rui again. Strong desires filled his mind in an instant. It seemed that there was a kitten in his chest that kept moving, and he felt itchy all over and felt uncomfortable, as if he was about to explode.
He Xiaobo threw his wine glass and shouted, "Madam Boss, let's settle the bill!"