Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

The sound wasn't loud, and Li Jianguo and Ding Qiulin had no idea because of the various noises, such as horn sounds,

Jiang Jianyong and Jiang Zhentao also opened the bedroom door.

Qi Tongwei gestured, indicating that one would be given to each person.

Qi Tongwei darted into the house, his movements incredibly swift.

He spotted the knife Li Jianguo was waving at a glance and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet struck Li Jianguo's right hand. Li Jianguo screamed in pain, and the knife fell to the ground.

The person curled up on the ground, clutching their arm, and collapsed, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Almost at the same time.

Jiang Jianyong shot Ding Qiulin in the arm.

Ding Qiulin screamed and fell to the ground, the knife flying from his hand.

Several special police officers rushed up and pinned the two men on the ground down, locking them firmly with cold handcuffs.

It took less than ten seconds from breaking down the door to taking control of the suspect.

Zhao Qikun was carried on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.

Qi Tongwei untied the ropes from Wang Julong.

Wang Julong stood up, trembling.

Song Yunhui walked over and said, "Comrade Julong, should we go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Wang Julong wiped the sweat from his brow. "Governor Song, I'm really fine."

They are all superficial injuries.

I failed to calm the workers down; this is my responsibility. I request that the Provincial Party Committee discipline me.

Song Yunhui patted him on the shoulder, "Now is not the time to talk about this. The workers downstairs are still watching. Let's go out and face them together."

In front of the municipal government office building.

When cotton mill workers saw special police and ambulances coming and going, the crowd began to stir.

Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, Gao Yuliang, Zhou Tiejun, and Wang Julong walked out of the building and stood on the steps.

Li Dakang stood at the very front, holding a megaphone.

"Fellow workers of Lincheng Cotton Mill," Li Dakang felt it was most appropriate for him to explain, "I am Li Dakang, a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee. I was also formerly the Secretary of the Lincheng Municipal Party Committee. Many of you may recognize me. Li Jianguo and Ding Qiulin have been taken away by the police. They broke the law and will face legal judgment. But the province has not forgotten your case."

A worker shouted from below, "That's easy for you to say! Who's going to pay our resettlement compensation? If the factory closes down, what will we eat?"

Song Yunhui walked down the steps and stood in front of the workers.

Qi Tongwei and Jiang Jianyong were afraid something would happen, so they stayed close to Song Yunhui.

If anything were to happen to the governor, those two would definitely have to take off their police uniforms.

Therefore, we must be extremely careful.

Qi Tongwei felt that being as careful as possible was not an overstatement.

Song Yunhui cleared his throat and solemnly said, "Comrades, I am Governor Song Yunhui."

I, Song Yunhui, would like to make a statement to you here.

The province will establish a special working group to resolve the problems encountered by the cotton mill.

However, I want to emphasize one point: if anyone dares to resort to such extreme measures as Li Jianguo, they should not blame the law for being merciless.

They will face severe legal punishment.

People below were still whispering among themselves, not knowing what kind of person the new governor was.

Zhou Tiejun stepped forward and added, "I am Zhou Tiejun, and I share a deep bond with the people."

The government will definitely solve your difficulties.

But anyone who tries to cause trouble and disrupt the stability of Lincheng will not be tolerated.

The workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Jianguo, the ringleader, has been arrested, and the provincial leaders have given a clear promise that continuing to cause trouble will not end well.

Song Yunhui felt he had to go and see for himself. "Workers, we will try our best to solve your problems as soon as possible."

I, Song Yunhui, will go to the cotton mill to see it for myself right now.

"If I can't find a way out, I'm not leaving as governor."

clap clap clap!

applause.

Make way quickly!

Song Yunhui waved his hand dismissively, "Mayor Wang, lead the way to the cotton mill."

Wang Julong wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Okay, okay, Governor Song, this way please."

Several cars drove out of the municipal government building and headed straight for the Lincheng Cotton Mill.

Before Director Miao could even organize a welcoming ceremony, Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, Gao Yuliang, and others had already entered the workshop.

In Workshop No. 1, the machines looked like they had been stopped for quite some time.

Song Yunhui walked up to a loom and reached out to touch the flywheel.

My hands were covered in dust.

"How long has it been since the machine was turned on?" Song Yunhui rubbed his fingers together.

Factory Director Miao sighed, "It's been shut down for almost two months."

The warehouse is full of unsold goods.

"Turning it on is a money-losing proposition; we can't even afford the electricity bill."

Wang Julong chimed in from behind, "Governor Song, the city really can't bear this burden if the products can't be sold."

Secretary Zhao's idea is to sell the land to resettle the workers and develop commercial housing..."

Song Yunhui turned to stare at Wang Julong, "Sell land?"

The land was sold, the money was distributed, and everyone received a resettlement allowance. How long will this last?

Can we eat this for the rest of our lives?

They'll just sit around and eat their savings away.

The workers' skills were ruined, and so was Lincheng's light industry foundation.

Wang Julong didn't dare to reply and lowered his head.

Li Dakang walked over, patted the machine, and said somewhat reluctantly, "Governor Song, these machines are indeed quite old."

What was once Lincheng's pride has now become a mess.

What a pity!

"Comrade Dakang, think of more solutions. There are always more solutions than problems." Song Yunhui turned to look at Director Miao. "Take us to the warehouse."

Factory Director Miao led Song Yunhui and his group into the warehouse.

It was filled with rolls of cotton cloth.

It was piled up all the way to the roof.

Song Yunhui stepped forward and pulled out a piece of cloth.

I tore it hard; the fabric was very sturdy.

He touched the texture again.

"Is this pure cotton?" Song Yunhui asked.

Factory Director Miao straightened his chest and said, "Yes, leader, it's 100% pure cotton."

Our factory's yarn count and density are among the best in the entire Handong area.

The quality is absolutely guaranteed.

"Nobody wants it right now."

Song Yunhui looked around and saw mostly monotonous white and blue cloth.

"Is this all you sell?"

Factory Director Miao was stunned.

"Yes, we make semi-finished fabrics for bed sheets and duvet covers."

Previously, we purchased directly from manufacturers.

They don't want it anymore, saying that fabrics from the south are cheaper and come in more patterns.

Song Yunhui shook his head. "You're making such simple patterns, and they're even semi-finished products. Who are you going to sell them to?"

Nowadays, who still buys cloth and makes their own bed sheets at home?

Your thinking is still stuck in the planned economy era!

Factory Director Miao blushed. "Governor Song, we only know how to weave cloth; we don't know anything else."

The workshop foremen around them also nodded and complained.

Song Yunhui took two steps in the warehouse and turned around.

"If you don't understand, learn it."

Today I'll show you a way.

Transformation.

A complete transformation.

Transformation is imperative; without it, there is only death.

Everyone was looking at Song Yunhui.

Gao Yuliang walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Governor Song, what is the plan for this transformation?"

Song Yunhui pointed to the piles of cotton fabric, "We will no longer sell semi-finished fabrics."

We make our own finished bed sheets, duvet covers, and four-piece bedding sets.

Make bedding directly.

There is only one requirement: it must be 100% pure cotton.

It emphasizes high quality, skin-friendliness, and health.

The old factory director shook his head. "Governor Song, making the finished product requires redesigning the pattern, printing and dyeing, and sewing."

We can overcome these challenges if we grit our teeth.

But who would buy them?

Department stores and supermarkets simply won't accept our goods; they charge an entry fee, which we can't afford.

Song Yunhui waved his hand, "Who gave you permission to sell in department stores and supermarkets?"

We do not use traditional offline channels.

Sold entirely online.

Engaging in e-commerce.