Laid-off worker bursts into mayor's office, encounters a beauty like a green bean

  Zhang Chaoyang stood by the road, not knowing where to go. Suddenly, a neighbor who lived nearby shouted at him: "Hong Yang, where are you going? Just now, your little daughter sent someone to deliver holiday gifts to you!"

  Little daughter, Maple Leaf? Zhang Chaoyang's heart warmed up when he heard his little daughter's name and hurriedly rushed home.

  Maple is the second of his twin daughters, although she looks exactly like her sister Red Leaf, but she is exceptionally smart and charming. After graduating from university, she was assigned to work as a technician at a heavy machinery factory, and later became an engineer; unfortunately, this child is a bit disobedient, last year, she gave up being a good engineer and went to apply for the public relations department of the Heavy Chemical Company, probably because she looked pretty, and was taken in by the recruitment host Xue Jin Suo with a single glance, and was exempt from the exam. Damn it, thirty-five years ago, this Xue Jin Suo was already involved with Suzhong at the Youth League, lost his promotion qualifications, now, it seems like he's relapsed into his old habit! Thinking of this, he told his daughter not to go near Xue Jin Suo. But this child had made up her mind and didn't listen to him, she went to report for duty as soon as she received the recruitment notice. Because of this, he had a big fight with her and finally drove her out of the house. Today, this child knew it was Mid-Autumn Festival and sent someone to give him gifts, which is considered filial piety.

  Back home, his wife asked him: Where did you go just now?

  He stared at his wife with a wooden expression. His wife said: "The Maple Leaf Party people have come, and they're also asking about you!"

  What did she send someone to do?

  Bring a pack of tea leaves. Your favorite Longjing. His wife said. On the table, there was indeed a box of exquisitely packaged Longjing tea leaves. He loved drinking this tea the most. This tea had a strange and wonderful fragrance. How could Maple afford such expensive tea? Maybe it's something for public relations! He immediately opened the tightly sealed iron box, poured some into the teapot and brewed a pot.

  "Hey, where's Hongye? Zhang Chaoyang suddenly remembered his eldest daughter."

  She's gone to work. What did you want her for?

  What's going on? Let's go petition! Zhang Chaoyang shouted loudly. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day for petitioning!

  What's the point of making such a fuss? His wife still opposes him.

  If you don't go, how will you know it's useless? Zhang Chaoyang seems to have made up his mind and left. The two of us will go first, and we'll pick up Hongye on the way when we pass by Washing City.

  The mayor has just finalized the speech for tonight's cultural festival opening ceremony, and the finance bureau sent over a report on borrowing money from the province. He didn't even look at it, waved his hand and signed "Please ask the finance department to take care of it" and handed the report back to the head of the finance bureau. Alas, this kind of report is submitted every month, from January to today. But if we don't submit it, it won't work, where does local finance have money? Enterprises are losing money, taxes are delayed, and we can only borrow from Peter to pay Paul. Fortunately, a social insurance company was established early on; the clever and capable general manager ran around like crazy, lobbying everywhere, requesting that the central government allocate emergency funds to the city in time, solving the minimum living expenses of laid-off workers and the pension payments for retired employees, otherwise, whether he can sit stably in this office is uncertain.

  Recently, he often misses the good days of the past few years. At that time, Suoyang was a major taxpayer in the country, with an annual tax payment exceeding that of a province in the south. The taxes from central and local enterprises poured in, and there was so much money that it was a worry to spend it all. Every day, they looked forward to the superior's policy on spending money. At that time, he was still the director of the finance bureau, speaking and doing things with great confidence. However, after the implementation of the tax distribution system, Suoyang suddenly changed from a city that paid taxes to a city that received taxes. In addition, the company's performance was not good, and the base for paying taxes could not be changed.

  Taxes have become his top priority task all year round. If this task is not completed, the money from above will not be allocated, and it will be even harder for him to lead. In the past, there was money but no policy, and there was money that dared not be spent. Now, policies come every day, such as civil servant salary increases, worker subsidy increases, pension adjustments, etc., but nobody gives money. As a result, he can only adopt two methods: one is to stare at the pockets of the central and provincial finance departments, and ask for money when necessary; the other is to stare at the pockets of foreign businessmen and big shots, and actively attract investment. This year, he advocates for organizing this Lock Yang Cultural Festival, which is nominally a cultural activity but actually an investment attraction event. If this investment attraction can break through 1 billion, next year's life will be better.

  Dong, dong, dong, dong... The clock on the wall struck nine times before he realized that he had unknowingly sat for two hours. His body seemed a bit tired. He stood up, stretched his arms, lit a cigarette and went to the window to gaze into the distance.

  According to the doctor, doing so can not only alleviate nerve fatigue but also be beneficial for treating his eye disease.

  The scenery outside the window is open, bright and majestic. It not only embodies the grandeur of a northern industrial city but also absorbs the beautiful style of a southern city. On the lush green lawn, patches of Dutch tulips are planted in a scattered manner. Several pedestrian paths paved with colored bricks converge on a large platform in front of the government building. Originally, it was intended to erect a large coal sculpture here. However, this sculpture sparked a debate in the city. Suoyang is the hometown of the Manchu people and the birthplace of a dynasty. To this day, several imperial mausoleums still stand tall on the land of Suoyang; the leaders of the ethnic autonomous counties advocated for creating an emperor's statue to showcase Suoyang's long history. However, Suoyang is also the second hometown of a great communist fighter. This warrior came to participate in the construction of the steel base before joining the army and sacrificed himself in Suoyang; politicians insisted on creating a communist fighter statue, believing that this would reflect the spiritual style of the people of Suoyang. The debate went back and forth without any results! In the end, he thought, forget it, let's not create anything, leave this empty platform, and let future successors decide what to do with it!

  However, this empty staircase has not brought good luck to the government. Instead, it has become a gathering place for laid-off workers and retired employees who come to petition the government. They stand on the stairs, proudly telling their contributions to the country during the planned economy era, and then ask the government: Why do we still have to be laid off? Why can't we even get our pension after retirement?

  Why? Why... a thousand whys, ten thousand whys? These whys sometimes confuse even the leader himself. Taking the grand theories of the planned economy era and applying them to today's market economy, no matter how many mouths you have, it's impossible to explain clearly. As the breadwinner for hundreds of millions of urban residents, he no longer has the energy or interest in expounding on these abstract theories. The real crux of the problem is how to get these people fed!

  Let me in! Let me in! A chorus of shouts came from the direction of the guard room.

  It's petitioning again.

  He is used to it now.

  His eyes inadvertently swept towards the gate.

  It's him!

  He saw the man with a crippled leg and the crutch he held high.

  Hey! He yelled at his secretary: Inform the guard, let that petitioner in!

  From the main entrance to the government leaders' office, there are three "lines of defense": The first line is the guard room at the main entrance. To get past this checkpoint, you need to have an introduction letter; without a letter issued by your unit, security personnel will not let you in. The second "line of defense" is the petition office on the first floor. Most problems for visiting petitioners are resolved here. The third "line of defense" is the secretary's room outside the leaders' office. Secretaries sit here mainly to block visitors. Even if work-related issues require consultation with leaders, it depends on whether the situation allows it at the time. When leaders are exhausted from working or are not convenient to receive visitors, your meeting will be canceled or postponed. In fact, without these lines of defense, normal office order is difficult to maintain.

  Zhang Chaoyang was treated coldly at the gate, but once inside, he received VIP treatment. The director of the Letters and Visits Office escorted him to the floor where the government leaders were located, and the secretary personally welcomed him into the room. The government leader got up from his chair, had Zhang's family sit on the sofa, and had the secretary pour them tea.

  The leader's attitude made Zhang Chaoyang's anger dissipate by half.

  Sometimes, people fear respect.

  Master Zhang, has your work issue been implemented by the district office? The leader asked as soon as he sat down.

  Alas! Zhang Chaoyang sighed: The implementation is indeed implemented, and I am arranged to watch the gate in the park. But when I went there, I pushed away the original worker. How can I do such a thing?

  What... what are you doing now?

  Opened a small grocery store.

  That's okay too. Self-employment can enjoy preferential policies!

  Don't mention it. His wife, Su Hong, interrupted: It's only been a few days since we opened, and people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Taxation Bureau, Urban Management Bureau, Epidemic Prevention Bureau, and Street Office have all come to collect fees. They come every other day to collect fees. We show them our layoff certificates and ask if there are any preferential policies, but they say: What preferential policies? First complete my fee collection task, then talk about it. If I don't complete the task, my rice bowl will not be guaranteed either.

  Uh. The leader furrowed his brow: Now that the industrial and commercial, taxation departments are under the provincial government's management, I don't dare say anything. As for the municipal departments... The leader thought for a moment and said: I'll write you a note, whoever collects fees randomly again, just take out my note.

  What a hassle!

  "Hey, how's work going, kid?"

  When the leader asked, Hongye quickly got up from the sofa, bowed slightly and smiled: The Labour Bureau allowed me to attend a free massage training course. I have already graduated and work at the Locksun Hotel in East City.

  Alas! Zhang Chaoyang heard this and was once again overcast with gloom: I'm a national model worker, after all. Such a young girl doing this kind of thing, where can I put my old face? Until now, I don't dare to let my relatives know about her profession, and I keep it secret from the neighbors too.

  Then I'll go find her boss. The leader said: Let the kid change jobs!

  The leader was writing notes and making phone calls, and finally figured out all the problems raised by Zhang Chaoyang.

  At this time, the clock on the wall rang again. The secretary reminded: The leaders who came to participate in the Suoyang Cultural Festival from the province have arrived and should go to greet them.