Hong Huang appeared at the door of the box, followed by two little brothers, each holding two bottles of good wine.
He came uninvited, with a big smile on his face. As soon as he entered the box, he went straight in front of Chen Yong, held Chen Yong's hand with both hands, and shook it vigorously, like a long-lost child seeing his father, and said excitedly: "Director Chen is here in Hongshan Town, how can I absent."
Chen Yong obviously didn't know Hong Huang, so he hesitated to see Duan Yanhua.
Duan Yanhua then introduced: "This is our big family in Hongshan Town, Boss Honghuanghong."
Chen Yong snorted, and smiled warmly: "Boss Hong, thank you for being considerate."
The arrival of the flood once again pushed the wine bureau to a new climax.
Xu Yishan found that Hong Huang didn't seem to be interested in other cadres at all. He focused all his attention on Chen Yong and Duan Yanhua.
Instead, the town cadres rushed to toast him.
He and Bai Yu were the only ones at the whole table, not having a drink with Hong Huang.
Hong Huang took the initiative to clink glasses with Xu Yishan, and said with a smile: "I heard that Mayor Xu has encountered difficulties in collecting funds. How about, brother, let me help you?"
Xu Yishan was very disgusted with Hong Huang calling him brother and brother, but he didn't show any displeasure on his face, he just politely refused him and said: "Thank you, Boss Hong, you'd better not meddle in our government's affairs."
This sentence seems to be unintentional, but it is full of ridicule and warning. That's what you Honghuang are, he knows it in his heart. Don't even think about putting your hands in the pockets of the government.
Sure enough, Hong Huang's smile froze, but he soon regained his expression, still smiling and said: "To be honest, brother, I will be more efficient than you. I would like to see who dare not pay the fundraising funds. "
Upon hearing the word "fundraising", Chen Yong became vigilant.
Now the word "fundraising" is a sensitive word, especially the government.
He asked Duan Yanhua, "Old Duan, why do you need to raise funds for Hongshan Town?"
Duan Yanhua directly replied to him: "Isn't this Hongqiao ruined? Without the bridge, Hongshan Town is a dead town. But you also know that the county's finances have been in deficit for the past few years, and there is no budget for rebuilding Hongqiao. Our Hongshan The town's finances are not optimistic either. Therefore, we had to gather everyone's strength to rebuild Hongqiao."
Chen Yong knew that Liao Xiaoya came to Maoshan County to donate to build the Hongqiao. For this reason, Secretary Huang also held an emergency meeting to prepare to accept the donation.
But he didn't know why the county suddenly decided to refuse the aid. Secretary Huang didn't explain, and he didn't dare to ask.
?There is one thing that Chen Yong still can't figure out. He put all his efforts to raise funds to build the bridge, even though he didn't want to do a good job in aiding the construction. Is Duan Yanhua full of food?
Chen Yong pondered for a while and asked, "Does Secretary Huang know about the fundraising?"
The reason why Chen Yong asked this is of course his reasons.
If the county agrees to Hongshan Town raising funds to build the bridge, there will be relevant documents to guide the work.
As for the documents, they must be approved by him before they can be issued.
Duan Yanhua nodded and said: "The secretary knows."
Chen Yong fell silent.
As the chief steward of Huangshan, Chen Yong certainly knows the relationship between Duan Yanhua and Huangshan.
It can be said that Duan Yanhua is a cadre trained by Huangshan. In Maoshan County, everyone knew that Duan Yanhua was the godson of Huangshan.
Hong Huang took the conversation aside and said: "Director Chen, I admire Secretary Duan's work the most. This time he took the lead in refusing to aid in the construction, which is to give us Maoshan County a sigh of relief. Think about it, a bridge depends on People from outside came to aid in the construction, and if the news spread, we Maoshan would not have any face.¡±
Chen Yong didn't make a sound, but Duan Yanhua scolded him: "What do you know?"
Hong Huang was taken aback, and really didn't dare to make a sound.
Duan Yanhua smiled and said to Chen Yong: "Director Chen, I was really caught off guard when the Hongqiao was destroyed this time. However, this matter has passed, the old ones will not go away, and the new ones will not come. I just happened to be preparing To expand the Hongqiao, I was reluctant to tear down the bridge and rebuild it, so it happened that Yishan came and helped me a lot.¡±
When Xu Yishan heard it, his heart was full of bad feelings. Duan Yanhua's words seemed to be thanking him on the surface, but there was always a hint of yin and yang in it.
Two plans have been proposed for the reconstruction of Hongqiao in Hongshan Town. The former plan has been on hold, and the second plan of raising funds to build a bridge has become known to everyone in the town.
Even Xu Yishan couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Duan Yanhua sold in his gourd. It's not the best idea to sell Hongqiao's toll collection rights for 20 years in exchange for social funds to build the bridge, but if the fundraising failsWhen it comes up, it's still a way.
Chen Yong glanced at Xu Yishan, nodded and said: "Yishan is because he is too young to do things without considering the consequences."
Xu Yishan wanted to explain, but if the Hongqiao was not blown up, the flood would flood into Hongshan Town. The Honghe River is already a hanging river in Hongshan Town. If the flood floods, it will open a hole in the sky, and its disastrous consequences are unthinkable.
Hong Huang seemed unable to hold back anymore, he tentatively said: "In my opinion, raising funds to build a bridge is a waste of money. I agree with the town's plan to attract social funds to build a bridge. I just don't know what Secretary Duan thinks gone."
Xu Yishan couldn't help but interjected, "That involves twenty years of charging rights."
"Twenty years is not long." Hong Huang analyzed: "Building a bridge requires at least tens of millions of funds, right? According to Secretary Duan's plan, the reconstruction of Hongqiao is not simply to restore the old bridge on the original basis, but to Reconstruction and expansion, so the cost of funds may exceed the budget. I calculated that the investment may exceed 100 million. People have invested so much money in, and they must give investors some hope? Otherwise, who would want to invest. "
"Besides, even if all the fundraising funds are collected, how much will there be? I think it may not be a fraction."
Chen Yong nodded from time to time while listening.
Xu Yishan said: "Boss Hong, what you said is not completely unreasonable. The basic rule is that whoever invests benefits. However, this is a public welfare project. If you focus on the income, I think investors can put it away." His plan."
Before the voice finished, Duan Yanhua reprimanded Hong Huang and said: "You are an ordinary person, why should you dictate our work? Which method the government decides to adopt, we need you to analyze and give advice?"
Hong Huang smiled embarrassingly, and said, "I'm in a hurry, secretary."
"You are in a hurry!" Duan Yanhua scolded: "Be a good boss of yours and don't cause trouble for me. Boss Hong, you are a celebrity in our Hongshan Town. If you need help, I will ask you for help."
Hong Huang seemed very happy after being scolded.
He patted his chest and said: "At any time, as long as Secretary Duan gives an order, I will definitely charge forward and become your pawn."
Duan Yanhua scolded with a smile: "Go away, your mother's pawn. Hong Huang, please remember that everyone here is the parent officer of Hongshan Town. If you dare to do anything wrong, these people will not forgive you."
Hong Huang cupped his fists and said, "Don't dare, I still have to rely on the leaders to reward me with a bite of food."
Duan Yanhua laughed, turned his head to Chen Yong and said, "Director Chen, it seems that I have to make up my mind." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com