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Yang Luo and Wang Yujia walked slowly on the road, neither of them talking. Gradually there are pedestrians on the road, no matter men, women, old or young, all of them are dressed in clothes.
"Alas!" Yang Luo sighed, "Let's go back."
"Okay!" Wang Yujia agreed, and the two walked back.
"Xiao Wang, are there any township enterprises or private enterprises in our town?"
Wang Yujia said softly: "There is a quarry jointly developed by the town and private individuals. The town invested 300,000 yuan, accounting for 30% of the shares. The other two shareholders, one contributed 200,000 yuan and the other 500,000 yuan. One hundred thousand, and the total registered capital is one million. However, the quarry has been established for four years and has lost money every year.¡±
Yang Luo stopped and frowned tightly: "You mean to say that you have been losing money for four consecutive years and have never made a profit?"
Wang Yujia hesitated for a moment: "I've also heard about this, but I don't know the specific situation."
Yang Luo nodded and continued walking forward. The two of them saw from a distance that there were more than a dozen people standing outside the gate of the town government.
Wang Yujia said nervously: "It can't be that they are here again."
Yang Luo asked strangely: "What's going on?"
Wang Yujia pointed to a group of people at the gate and said, "The petitioners."
The corner of Yang Luo's mouth pouted, feeling the urge to laugh out loud. On the first day I took office, I encountered the legendary petition, which was interesting.
"Let's go take a look." After speaking, he strode over.
When he came close, he saw Qiao Yonghui standing at the gate talking earnestly.
And the youngest of the dozen or so people is in their forties, and the oldest has white hair and a slightly stooped body. Everyone's clothes are patched and patched, and the shoes on their feet are covered with muddy water. One by one was eating cold cornmeal cakes in their hands. Obviously they had arrived here overnight and hadn't had breakfast yet.
"We won't tell you, we want to meet the new secretary." A middle-aged man shouted.
Qiao Yonghui said: "Folks, the secretary is really not here, you will come after a while."
"We don't believe your words, let us in quickly, if the secretary is really not here, we will wait for him to come back."
Yang Luo stood behind and listened for a long time, but he didn't know why these people came: "What's going on?"
Seeing Yang Luo, Qiao Yonghui winked fiercely, meaning to tell him to leave quickly.
Yang Luo shook his head slightly, and shouted: "My fellow, I am the new secretary. My name is Yang Luo. Tell me if you have anything to do."
A group of people looked at Yang Luo, who was wearing an old camouflage, with doubts and disbelief in their eyes. In their minds, the secretary of the town committee, how big an official is that, how could he wear such shabby clothes. Although there is no patch, it is not much better than them.
Qiao Yonghui sighed: "Folks, this is the new Secretary Yang, please respond to him if there is any situation."
Hearing what Qiao Yonghui said, these people all believed it. An old man in his sixties standing in front of Yang Luo hurriedly took a bite of the cornmeal cake in his hand, then took out a piece of paper in his pocket and wrapped it carefully. Put it in your pocket.
"Secretary Yang"
Yang Luo interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Fellows, you came here overnight, right? Haven't you had breakfast yet?"
No one spoke, and they all looked at Yang Luo blankly, not knowing what he meant by these words.
Yang Luo's voice was a little tight, and he looked back at the small restaurant opposite, and then said: "People are like iron and rice are steel. You travel all night, and it's so cold. Eating cornmeal tortillas in the morning is not good for your stomach. I invite everyone to the restaurant. Go eat, let's talk about something when we are full."
No one moved, Yang Luo gave Wang Yujia a wink, the little girl nodded cleverly, turned around and ran towards the small restaurant opposite.
Yang Luo stretched out his hand to support the old man and said, "This meal is paid for by me personally, and it will not cost the "government" a penny. And I promise here that every penny of the "government" will be spent on each of you in the future." If anyone dares to eat and drink extravagantly, I will deal with it seriously and will not tolerate it."
As soon as Yang Luo's voice fell, Qiao Yonghui felt an invisible pressure rushing towards his face. This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, even when facing the secretary of the municipal party committee and the mayor, he didn't feel this way.
Standing there, staring blankly at Yang Luo helping the old man to the small restaurant, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. What did this young secretary do before, why is he so scary?His Majesty, he bowed his head in thought for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
In the small restaurant, Yang Luo was inviting more than a dozen fellow villagers to have dinner. In just over ten minutes, all the fellow villagers put down their chopsticks and looked at Yang Luo without blinking.
Yang Luo saw that there was not even a little soup left on the plate, and asked, "Are you full?"
The old man said, "I'm full."
Yang Luo found a chair and sat down, his eyes swept over every face, a dozen fellow villagers lowered their heads in fear, and the atmosphere became a little tense.
Yang Luo said gently: "I know you must have grievances, so tell me, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you."
No one spoke, Qiao Yonghui stared and shouted: "Eat and drink, Secretary Yang told you to say, you just"
Yang Luo suddenly turned around and shouted, "Shut up."
Qiao Yonghui shivered with fright, and shut his mouth hastily.
Yang Luo took out the cigarettes, stood up and distributed one to each of them, lit them one by one, and then said with a smile: "Speak! Don't be afraid."
Yang Luo was so easy-going, which relieved those villagers. A middle-aged man said boldly: "We are from Baixiu Village. Four years ago, the town opened a quarry in our place, and all our land It was expropriated, but until now we have not received a penny of compensation. When we came to the town, no one took care of it, and when we went to the county, no one took care of it. Later, we went to the city to make trouble, and the city finally agreed to take care of it. The owner of the quarry discussed and asked us to work in the quarry. The compensation will be paid to us in monthly installments, and the wages will be calculated separately. We can think about it. Not only can we get the compensation back, but we can also earn some pocket money. Four years later, we still haven¡¯t received a cent of the compensation, not even a penny of wages.¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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