The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 355 Establishing a Construction Brigade to Solve Numerous Problems

Qian Jin never expected that history would choose him.

His deeds were reported by a national newspaper, and then Haibin City wanted to use him as a role model and gave him a special feature!

Although he has appeared in newspapers many times, special reports are different.

According to the meeting, the Haibin Daily will soon add a special issue, which will be entirely dedicated to reporting on Qian Jin's achievements since he started working.

That evening, Qian Jin even worked overtime to conduct an exclusive interview with the Haibin Daily.

Over the next two days, Qian Jin paid special attention to the newspaper; he definitely had to save this kind of feature article.

Before he could even get his own feature article, he saw an important news item about people's livelihood at the bottom of the front page of the *Haibin Daily*:

Heavy snow has collapsed many houses in recent days, raising concerns about the safety of houses in some areas of our city.

He thought about it for a while before realizing it.

Indeed, the heavy snow that started on New Year's Day looks quite refreshing, with the whole city covered in white snow, a typical northern landscape.

But it actually falls under the category of snow disaster.

So the coastal city is quite unlucky, having just experienced a drought and then being hit by a snowstorm...

The core issue of the snow disaster was obscured by the water power it represented. Most people said that a timely snowfall would bring a bumper harvest, but a few people suffered as a result.

He recalled that he discovered this while clearing snow; many trees were damaged by the weight of the snow, and a large number of branches had fallen to the ground.

But I don't think I've heard of anyone's roof collapsing under the weight of heavy snow, have I?

Then he carefully read the news in the newspaper and realized that the snow disaster affected the normal use of roofs and buildings, not because the snow was thick or heavy.

Even in a blizzard that only happens once every twenty years, how thick or heavy can the snow accumulated on the rooftop actually be?

Moreover, because the sea breeze is very strong in the coastal city, there is not as much snow on the rooftops as on the ground. A lot of the snow is blown onto the road after it falls, so there is much less snow on the rooftops than on the road.

However, snow on the road can be swept away, but snow on the roof cannot.

As the sun shines during the day, the thick snow begins to melt, freeze, melt again, and freeze again under the alternating effects of sunlight and cold winds...

This is like repeated tearing, causing horizontal damage to houses that are already dilapidated and structurally fragile.

Especially since these dilapidated houses had withstood the test of drought just a few months ago.

Droughts not only harm farmers but also urban residents. For example, rooftops are exposed to the sun for five consecutive months without rain to alleviate the heat, causing damage to many structures.

The arrival of the blizzard added weight to the roof, which then underwent repeated freezing and thawing, creating a truly extreme contrast of ice and fire.

Qian Jin likes this thing, but Lou Fang doesn't!
He watched the news at home and casually asked, "Sister-in-law, you're on the streets every day, did you know about this kind of situation on Taishan Road?"

While busy stuffing clothes into the washing machine, Ma Hongxia casually said, "How could I not know? Have you been to Xidaguan in the west? Several buildings there were damaged in the disaster."

"I went to that place at noon today to look for my child, and I saw an old lady wiping away tears."

Qian Jin muttered to himself, "Why haven't we heard anything from the assault team?"

While scratching Huang Chui's back, Wei Qinghuan casually said, "Now that you're a big shot, an officer in the city's assault team, Taishan Road is just a small street. How could something like this bother you, sir?"

Weird!

Qian Jin immediately ran away.

Even a woman as understanding as Wei Qinghuan couldn't escape the transformation into a resentful pregnant woman.

She was often unhappy, and then she would take it out on Qian Jin.

What can Qian Jin do?
Why did he hug you so tightly at the end?

He can only endure it.

However, he will try to escape when given the chance, like now.

He immediately put down the newspaper, grabbed his cotton coat and put it on, slipped on his cotton shoes covered in mud and snow, and went out the door.

As he closed the door, he saw Wei Qinghuan pinching Huang Chui's ear: "What's wrong? Don't you like me talking to you anymore?"

Huang Chui squinted and grinned, trying to ingratiate himself.

It can't escape.

Qian Jin wasn't going out to be exposed to the cold wind; he wanted to see the actual situation, so he went to Xidaguan, which Ma Hongxia had mentioned.

This area was once a cluster of buildings constructed under the supervision of foreign invaders during the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China period. It can be considered the early prototype of Taishan Road. Now, after seventy or eighty years of wind and rain, it has become a low point in the quality of urban construction.

He doesn't come here often on weekdays.

Looking back now, this place definitely had many problems.

The low-lying red brick or adobe bungalows are lined up in a row, with most of them having simple sloping or flat roofs.

To protect against wind and water, the roof was covered with things like tar paper, small blue tiles, and some people even collected wooden planks to cover it, like patching up their houses.

In the narrow alleys, the muddy water from the melting snow mixed with coal ash and household garbage formed murky streams on the uneven ground, emitting an unpleasant smell.

In other words, the child doesn't care.

There are many children here. In the past, there were Liu Family Fourth Primary School students, and now there are Xiao Tangyuan, Chen Aiguo, and others. They would often come here when they had nothing to do.

However, there weren't many children here at the moment; it was mostly adults discussing something in small groups.

Upon seeing Qian Jin, these people immediately smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Qian is here?"

"Mr. Qian, how come you still remember to come to our shabby place?"

"Mr. Qian, would you like to have a seat? These pumpkin seeds are homemade and smell delicious."

Qian Jin responded by either raising his hand or nodding, and then he said, "I heard that some houses here have been damaged by this blizzard? I came to see what happened."

Upon hearing this, these people immediately gave him instructions: "Yes, yes, go check on Second Aunt's house. Something just happened at her house this afternoon."

Someone led him into a three-story low building—

Qian Jin used to live in a tenement building. In his previous life, tenement buildings were a term for low-end housing or urban slums.

But now, tenement buildings are no longer considered low-end; the low-end ones are these century-old buildings that look like patches on the city.

As he entered the building unit, he heard a suppressed sobbing sound.

Following the sound upwards, several people were gathered on the third floor.

The wooden door was open, and Qian Jin looked inside and immediately saw the situation: a corner of the house had collapsed, broken purlins, shattered tiles, and tar paper were scattered all over the ground, revealing the mud-brick walls covered with old newspapers.

An elderly woman with completely white hair, wearing a dark blue patched cotton-padded jacket, was slumped on a stool, slapping her thigh as she sobbed.

"...Tell me, tell me, oh God, how are we supposed to live like this? Our houses have collapsed, our homes are gone..."

The people next to me were neighbors dressed in similarly simple and worn-out clothes, both men and women, mostly elderly.

They were offering words of comfort, their faces full of worry.

"Second sister, don't worry. At least you're alright, unlike that old man with the limp in the west, who got hit on the head by a falling brick from the roof!"

"Yes, Second Aunt, don't cry yet. We'll figure out a way to get the house..."

"What can we do? This house is so old! It's beyond repair!"

"Yes, my roof also has a huge crack. It's been creaking and groaning these past two nights, scaring me so much that I haven't dared to sleep a wink, afraid that the roof will collapse in the middle of the night and hit my child!"

"My house is the same. The east wall has a crack, and the melting snow is seeping in, causing the paint to peel off in clumps! My little one is so naive; he even picked up a newspaper from outside and stuck it on the wall to make sure it wasn't leaking anymore—oh my, it makes me so upset!"

The speaker was about to cry when he thought of his grandson at home, but when he looked up, he saw Qian Jin at the door.

He quickly rubbed his eyes and said anxiously, "Hey, it's... it's Chief Qian!"

The people in the room all turned to look at him and quickly greeted him.

This is a celebrity in the whole city.

Qian Jin nodded in response to those around him. He remembered that the second aunt's surname was Wang, so he said, "You must be Aunt Wang, right? Don't cry. The housing problem will definitely be solved. What happened? Is anyone hurt?"

Aunt Wang raised her tear-filled face, saw it was Qian Jin, and as if grasping at a straw, grabbed his arm:
"Commander Qian, it's Commander Qian! You've finally come! I... I have to tell you, my life has been so hard..."

"My eldest son and second son were conscripted by the White bandits of Gou Cao, and I haven't heard from them since. They must be dead..."

The old lady grabbed Qian Jin and started to unleash her fury.

Just moments ago she was sobbing and wiping away tears, but now she's wailing: "My life is so miserable! My husband has chronic stomach problems and is confined to bed like a shrimp all year round. The family depends on my youngest son and this old hag..."

Qian Jin listened patiently to her sobbing.

Then I lost patience.

The old lady launched into a tirade, recounting her bitter past for five minutes without repeating a single story.

However, this also shows that she really had a hard life.

Finally, Qian Jin had no choice but to ask her what was going on with the house.

"The house? Ah, it was around noon, there was a loud 'bang' and half of the roof collapsed! Luckily, my wife and I are old and don't need much sleep, and we were out with the children..."

"Otherwise, or else... oh dear, my life is so miserable..."

She then burst into tears again.

Next to him was an old man wearing a gray, worn-out Zhongshan suit; this was someone Qian Jin knew.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Wang Erniang, Qian Jin turned to him.

The old man's surname is Zhang. He is a warm-hearted person who often goes to the neighborhood committee to help out.

Faced with Qian Jin's question, he sighed, wiped his eyes with his worn-out sleeve, and said, "Chief Qian, take a look!"

“In Xidaguan, there are plenty of houses like Granny Wang’s. They were all built in the early 2000s or 2010s. Look at this, it’s supposed to be a multi-story building, but it has adobe walls and wooden beams. The wood inside is already rotten!”

"With this heavy snow, many things that were frozen and then thawed couldn't hold on. Oh God, the weather really knows how to torment people!"

Qian went in to look at the walls: "How can it be an adobe house? Can you build a building with mud walls?"

"There were two layers of bricks on the outside, just like those Westerners' bread slices on TV, with something sandwiched between two slices of bread. This wall is made up of two layers of bricks, one inside and one outside, with earth sandwiched in between," someone explained.

Qian Jin sighed, "It's quite remarkable that it has lasted for so many years."

He then asked, "Has there been any statistics? What's the situation in Xidaguan? How many houses have been damaged?"

Grandpa Zhang shook his head: "That should be counted by the neighborhood committee. Anyway, as far as I know, there are several households in Xidaguan with collapsed roofs or cracked walls. I heard that many other households have also suffered varying degrees of damage."

"It's probably impossible to tell exactly how many houses are affected this winter. We'll have to wait until spring, when it rains, to see how many houses are leaking."

Someone muttered, "I hope it doesn't rain after the New Year, or it will be another drought."

Qian Jin stood up, his brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated scene before him.

A collapsed roof, cracked walls, windows covered with old newspapers or calendars to hide holes, water stains and mold seeping from the corners...

No wonder the old lady was in despair.

How can I find accommodation here?
Chinese people don't ask for anything else in their lives but for their families to be harmonious and prosperous.

Now my home is gone!
He entered the half-collapsed house, which had been propped up with wooden sticks. It was almost night, the light was dim, the ground was slippery, and piles of collapsed soil and rubble were placed beside the bed. The few old pieces of furniture that remained were also damaged.

A cold wind blew in.

A strong, earthy and musty smell was blown into people's bodies.

"This house is uninhabitable for the time being!" Qian Jin said. "Where are my uncle and children?"

Grandpa Zhang said, "I went to stay with relatives in the north of the city. I can't stay indoors and freeze in this cold weather, can I?"

“My second aunt won’t go. She’s afraid a thief will break into the house. We’re here to persuade her to leave quickly, or even just stay downstairs for the night.”

Upon hearing this, someone muttered, "You guys keep chatting, I'm cooking at home."

Someone else said disdainfully, "Hmph, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs, they always say nice things like 'a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative,' but now that they're actually close, they're the ones who run away faster than anyone else."

On the contrary, Aunt Wang was quite rational, saying, "Don't talk about Da Lu's family like that. There are six people in his family living in a space of just over 20 square meters. There really isn't enough room for anyone else. I'm just unlucky. Let me freeze to death..."

Qian Jin said, "You won't freeze to death. Second Aunt, you can lock the door and register at the neighborhood committee tonight, then stay in our task force's study room. There are plenty of desks there; you can put them together to make a bed."

"I'll tell Director Wei to quickly compile a list of the people whose homes were affected by the disaster and arrange temporary accommodation for them."

"I think the study room is good. It's spacious, has a toilet outside, and you can even use a stove—but you have to be careful not to get carbon monoxide poisoning."

"But this isn't a long-term solution!" Old Zhang said with a worried expression.

"I heard from Director Wei that a report has already been submitted to the district, but the district... sigh, everything is in ruins, where would they get the money to repair so many houses!"

"What I heard from Director Wei was that the higher-ups wanted the residents to repair it themselves, but where would they get the money? They're all retired workers and elderly people living alone..."

Qian Jin asked, "What about the small collective enterprises in the neighborhood? Like construction teams. We have construction teams on Taishan Road, right?"

Everyone laughed upon hearing this.

"It's better to rely on yourself than on them."

“They can’t do this job; it’s a technical job. They’re the ones who do the physical labor.”

"Yes, they've been tidying up the air-raid shelters, at most they'll build mud walls or something. Ask them to repair the roof or do waterproofing? I don't think they're cut out for that..."

That makes sense.

Qian Jin felt a heavy weight in his heart.

He looked around.

Dilapidated houses, sorrowful faces, helpless weeping...

The secondary disasters caused by this blizzard are far more worrying than the snow blocking the roads.

Only with a stable home can one live and work in peace. If a house collapses, a home is gone, and people's hearts are scattered.

The group stared at him expectantly.

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up," they thought. In their eyes, Qian Jin, who was always in the newspapers, was such a tall person. Qian Jin clicked his tongue and said, "I have a construction team. I don't know if they can handle it."

"Okay, I'll go back and get people right away. Whether they can do it or not, I'll have them come and take a look."

Everyone looked at him.

Qian Jin nodded.

Their attitude remains firm.

"It takes a thousand days to train soldiers for one day to use them." He started training carpenters and bricklayers last winter, and now it's been almost a year. It's time to send them out to do something.

In addition, this Blizzard event also presents an opportunity.

Qian Jin thought that perhaps his idea of ​​a labor shock brigade construction team could be put on the table.

He outlined four major areas for the development of the labor shock brigade: clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The foundation for clothing and food has already begun to be laid.

Now, perhaps it's time to start preparing for 'housing'!
However, this is no joke; it's not as simple as cooking or making clothes. It requires policy guidance and procedural approval.

He went back to the neighborhood committee and talked to Wei Xiangmi.

Wei Xiangmi was also quite helpless: "Actually, every winter when it snows heavily, this kind of thing happens to some people in the city. The building where I live also had a leaky roof the winter before last when the snow was heavy."

"But there's no other way but to repair and patch things up."

Qian Jin said, "I plan to form a construction team mainly composed of educated youth members of the labor shock brigade, so that they can repair roofs and other structures for the disaster-stricken people."

Wei Xiangmi was taken aback: "Huh? You... let me tell you, Mr. Qian, this job isn't easy to get..."

“I know, but the labor commando team serves the people.” Qian Jin spread his hands. “I’m not taking on work for myself, nor for the commando team; it’s my duty, and I can’t shirk it!”

Wei Xiangmi gazed at his handsome face and listened to his righteous words, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She comes into contact with many young people on a daily basis, but only Qian Jin remains true to his original aspiration and genuinely wants to serve the people.

So she said gently, "Okay, give it a try. If you need any help from our neighborhood committee, just let us know. We're all one family."

For this kind of funding, you need to contact the city government.

Both the policies and procedures are the responsibility of the city government.

Fortunately, there was a phone in the office, so he called the municipal government. Han Zhaoxin's secretary was still at get off work, so Qian Jin reported the situation.

The other party told him to wait a moment: "It's a coincidence, Director Qian, the city government's main leaders are currently in a meeting to discuss this matter."

"Wait for my news, okay? I'll go talk to the manager right now and tell him your feedback, and see what his instructions are?"

Qian Jin readily agreed.

Two minutes later, he received a phone call from Han Zhaoxin, who summoned him to an emergency meeting at the mansion…

Qian Jin got on his motorcycle and set off again with a rumble.

In the conference room on the first floor of the large organization, Zheng Guodong and Han Zhaoxin jointly chaired the meeting.

The leaders in charge of urban construction and disaster relief, along with several heads of relevant departments, were sitting together listening to an emergency report from the civil affairs department regarding the secondary disasters caused by the snowstorm.
"According to preliminary statistics, there are more than 100 dilapidated houses like ours where walls have cracked, roofs have collapsed, or even the entire house has collapsed due to melting snow and freeze-thaw cycles! This affects more than 700 people!"

"The situation is most severe in Xidaguan on Taishan Road. Currently, the only option is for the street authorities to implement temporary relocation measures, but there is a huge funding gap for repairs and a severe shortage of technical expertise..."

The head of the civil affairs department spoke in a somber voice, his expression even more somber.

Zheng Guodong frowned, flipping through the report in one hand while his fingers unconsciously tapped the table with the other.

Han Zhaoxin leaned closer to him and whispered, "It seems the problem is quite serious. The employment and housing pressures brought about by the large number of educated youth returning to the city are already enormous. This blizzard has added to the chaos, making matters worse."

Zheng Guodong nodded.

With tight finances, state-owned construction units were busy repairing houses to accommodate returning educated youth. This task was very heavy, and their workload was also very full, so they simply had no energy to take care of these old houses that were difficult to repair.

“Old Yu,” Zheng Guodong looked at a deputy municipal government leader, “you’re in charge of this area, you know the situation best, what contingency plans do you have?”

Yu Ganshi put down the red and blue pencils in his hand and said, "Comrade Guodong, the situation is indeed urgent."

"At present, all we can mobilize is the temporary emergency rescue team organized by the street and some militiamen. Some small collective enterprises under the street's jurisdiction are still busy rushing to prepare resettlement sites for the educated youth returning to the city."

"But these people are fine with emergency work like reinforcement and evacuation, but asking them to repair or build houses is really asking too much..."

Han Zhaoxin couldn't help but interrupt him: "I can also do the work of supporting and reinforcing, and relocating people, but we all know that this is only a temporary solution."

Yu Ganshi also sighed helplessly: "To completely repair it, we need a professional construction team, a lot of building materials, and funds. We know that relying on the neighborhood committee and residents' self-help is just a drop in the ocean, but..."

He paused, then emphasized his words, sounding even more helpless: "Many houses have seriously aged structures. This snow disaster is just a trigger. If the root cause is not addressed, the hidden dangers will continue to exist."

"In fact, I said in last year's government work report that to solve this problem, we must carry out systematic renovation of dilapidated houses!"

There was silence in the conference room.

Funding, technology, and human resources are all hurdles that cannot be bypassed.

More importantly, it's about talent.

Han Zhaoxin looked at the heads of several departments, feeling utterly desolate.

Renovating old houses or repairing dilapidated houses are indeed difficult tasks, but is it really impossible to complete them?
That's impossible!

Just like the drought we experienced before, is the drought really that terrible? Do we have to endure it all by sheer hardship?

Can't we overcome the drought and ensure a good harvest and food supply?

At that time, cadres, including Zhang Chengnan, kept talking down the truth and complaining bitterly.

And what was the result? With Han Zhaoxin personally leading the team, and good cadres like Qian Jin charging ahead, the autumn harvest work in Haibin City was well protected.

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It's not a lack of resources or technology, it's a lack of initiative!
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For example, Qian Jin.

As all the relevant leaders shirked their responsibilities, Zheng Guodong's expression grew increasingly grim.

Han Zhaoxin gave him a wink, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"The money will come in later," Han Zhaoxin said in a low voice. "It's not a big deal. Damn it, these guys just don't want to serve the people properly. If we hold them at gunpoint, with a coastal city like ours, organizing a construction team to clean it up wouldn't be difficult, would it?"

Zheng Guodong nodded in agreement.

The leaders weren't appointed by chance; they have real skills.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the conference room door.

The secretary poked his head in and nodded to Han Zhaoxin.

Han Zhaoxin understood what he meant and waved him in: "Let him in."

Qian Jin strode into the conference room.

Zheng Guodong took a sip of tea and nodded: "You look travel-worn. What's the matter? Just say it."

Qian Jin was taken aback. "Didn't you call me here during your meeting?"
However, he has now learned the art of speaking from his superiors, and his mind quickly shifted. He figured that since the leader was presiding over a meeting to discuss the damage the blizzard caused to old and dilapidated buildings, he would definitely want to hear his report on the situation.

So he skipped the bureaucratic formalities and went straight to the point: "Leader Guodong, General Manager Han, and other leaders, I'm here today to address the issues of Taishan Road and other snow-damaged and dangerous buildings throughout the city!"

He gave a brief report on his on-site investigations in places such as Xidaguan, describing the tragic situation of Wang Da Niang's house collapsing and many residents living in fear in dangerous houses.

Because he had witnessed the scene firsthand, and given his exceptional language skills, his report was simple yet powerful, transforming the cold numbers from the meeting into vivid accounts of people's hardships.

“We have a basic grasp of the situation,” Han Zhaoxin nodded, gesturing for Qian Jin to sit down. “The city is currently studying countermeasures. Comrade Ganshi, please tell him about our results just now.”

Yu Ganshi put down his teacup, coughed, and briefly recounted the contents of the meeting.

Han Zhaoxin looked at Qian Jin: "Did you understand? Tell me your opinion, just sit down and say it."

Qian Jin did not sit down.

He straightened his back and looked firmly at Zheng Guodong and Han Zhaoxin: "Leaders, I believe that relying solely on temporary emergency repairs and piecemeal fixes cannot solve the fundamental problem."

"The situation in Xidaguan that I just reported is definitely only the tip of the iceberg of the current disaster problems in the city."

"How many such dilapidated houses are there in the city? How many people live in them in fear? I think we can't just look at the statistics."

Zheng Guodong said bluntly, "We understand the logic, so how do you suggest we handle this?"

Qian Jin took a deep breath and presented his long-planned proposal:
"General Manager Han entrusted me with the city's labor commando team, and I believe this is a force that can be mobilized."

"Therefore, I suggest that our labor task force take the lead in establishing a professional building repair team to directly connect with each street and expedite the repair of these damaged houses."

"Oh? Tell me more, do you have so many talented people in your labor commando team? Repairing dilapidated houses and renovating old houses is not just a matter of physical strength, it's a technical job." A hint of interest flashed in Han Zhaoxin's eyes.

“Mr. Han is right, so the personnel sources are divided into two parts.” Qian Jin spoke faster, his thoughts clear.

"The core workforce still needs experienced construction engineers..."

"Several construction teams in the city have urgent tasks to attend to and really can't spare any time." Yu Ganshi hurriedly protected his own forces, as he did indeed have work plans arranged by the state.

Qian Jin said, "I understand. I won't draw people from the city's construction teams; I'll recruit from rural areas!"

Several leaders laughed.

Are you just here to have some fun?
What is the skill level of rural craftsmen? Are they capable of building construction?
One of the leaders said directly, "I'm afraid these farmers and craftsmen have never seen a building before, let alone a tall building with eight or fifteen floors."

Qian Jin thought to himself, "I've seen hundreds of floors in my past life. What's so great about this? It's not like you or I built it."

Of course, he's not that lacking in emotional intelligence now, so he wouldn't confront this incompetent leader directly; he just looks down on him from the bottom of his heart.

He calmly said, "When I went to the countryside last year to carry out drought relief work, I learned about the situation of some farmers in Anguo County. Several communes have skilled old carpenters and bricklayers."

"I think they really don't understand the knowledge of building five, eight, or eighteen-story buildings, but these high-rise buildings are fine, and there's no need for them to do it."

"According to my statistics, the houses that have been affected by the disaster are mainly bungalows and old dilapidated villas built decades ago, almost all of which are less than three stories. Therefore, I believe that some of the old craftsmen in the countryside are fully capable of doing the relevant work."

“They are quite experienced even in the repair and renovation of bungalows, but they have no place to use their skills and their income is not high, so I want to invite them to be the core of the team’s technology and mentors!”

"Recruit farmers to the city?" Zheng Guodong frowned slightly and raised the key question.

"Are you hiring them temporarily, or are you going to incorporate them into your team?"

Qian Jin said, "Incorporate it!"

Zheng Guodong immediately shook his head: "Comrade Qian Jin, this involves a very complicated household registration issue."

"Everyone here knows that with the peak of educated youth returning to the city, the urban household registration quota is extremely tight! Housing, food and oil supplies, children's schooling... these are all major problems, and the city is under a lot of pressure!"

This was exactly the difficulty Qian Jin had anticipated.

He was prepared and immediately responded: "Leader Guodong, I understand the sensitivity of household registration, but I don't need to recruit a large number of people."

"Initial plan: our construction team only needs to recruit one hundred technical backbones, so we only need one hundred household registration slots."

"Moreover, these people are not ordinary workers, but were introduced as special technical talents. They will become the backbone and mentors of the construction team. Their task is to train new people and solve the problem of the vacant educated youth labor force."

He further elaborated on the reasons and feasibility:
"President Han is aware that I am currently in charge of opening two garment factories, which have already solved the labor problem for more than 600 female educated youths—and will soon solve the labor problem for a total of 800 female educated youths."

"But what about the male educated youth? We can't let them be idle, otherwise it will not only be a waste of labor, but also involve a social security issue."

Han Zhaoxin nodded immediately.

Since the large-scale return of educated youth to the city, public security in the city has become a problem.

Qian Jin said, "If we could set up a large construction team, we could solve the problem of a large number of young male laborers being restricted."

"But now the task of repairing dilapidated houses in the city is heavy and technically demanding. Relying solely on the educated youth commando teams is more about enthusiasm than technical skills. Without experienced workers to guide them, they cannot do meticulous work, the quality cannot be guaranteed, and there may even be safety accidents."

"Bringing in this group of veteran craftsmen is the key to solving the technical bottleneck!"

Han Zhaoxin pointed at him and said thoughtfully, "What you said makes sense."

Qian Jin emphasized the urgency, saying, "Leaders, the snow disaster and the dilapidated houses cannot wait. Winter is alright, they just leak air but not water."

"According to the forecast of the National Meteorological Center, there will be more rain this spring, and even more rain in summer and autumn. If this continues, the old and dilapidated houses that have been ravaged by ice and snow will definitely have problems."

"If the building collapses and people are injured, the losses will be even greater and the social impact will be worse."

"So I think that one hundred slots can leverage the entire renovation work and solve the housing safety problem for thousands of people. It's a very worthwhile deal!"

Han Zhaoxin nodded repeatedly as he listened.

Comrade Qian Jin is a talented person.

These words were clearly articulated, logically sound, and highly persuasive.

He not only raised the question, but also offered a seemingly bold yet highly workable solution, taking into full account policy restrictions and practical difficulties.

This is much better than a group of leaders in front of us who can only complain about how difficult things are for us.

So he pointed at Qian Jin and looked at Zheng Guodong: "Director Qian is right, and after thinking about it, doing this can also serve as a model."

"Think about it, this construction team is not just building houses, but also exploring a new path for urban renewal and dilapidated building repair: 'government guidance, collective operation, and professional services'."

"It can not only solve the current difficulties, but also accumulate experience and cultivate talents for the future large-scale urban renewal of the city."

"This labor commando brigade is a pilot project! If it succeeds, it can be promoted nationwide!"

After listening, Yu Ganshi became more enthusiastic.

Qian Jin is proactively reducing his workload; good lad, high awareness!

He said, "Guodong, this matter is also relatively controllable."

"Director Qian is very practical. He only wants 100 slots, which is manageable for the city's household registration pressure!"

"How about our unit contributes twenty slots?"

Zheng Guodong gestured to his first secretary to bring a notebook and began to look at the information inside.

After looking at it, he looked up and said, "I'll give you 120 spots. Comrade Ganshi added 20 more for you. They're all yours."

"But there are some problems you have to solve yourself, such as the accommodation issue. Since you are a construction team, can't you solve the problem of collective dormitories on your own?"

"As for the grain and oil rations, the Labor Assault Team will apply for them and include them in the collective household registration system. Regarding the children's school enrollment, we need to coordinate with the district education bureau to see if they can be arranged nearby. If not, then their children will not be able to attend school in the city."

Qian Jin said happily, "Understood, leader. We will definitely manage and make good use of these talents and will never cause trouble for the city!"

(End of this chapter)