Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Ren Zhimin smiled wryly and said, "What do you mean?"

Secretary Zheng stated frankly, "A provincial key project worth 28 billion yuan—such a large project is unique in the entire Handong area."

Others would fight tooth and nail to get it.

There were already rumors circulating privately within the Jingzhou government that the position of commander-in-chief of Guangming Peak was so prestigious that even a full-fledged department-level post wouldn't be worth it.

They all say that directly managing businesses offers unlimited financial prospects.

Ren Zhimin threw away his cigarette butt. "Xiao Zheng, what's money to you? I, Ren Zhimin, have been an official for many years and have always adhered to the bottom line of not being greedy or corrupt."

"My heart, Ren Zhimin, is set on the development of Handong. Let's not speak of such worldly and utilitarian matters in the future."

Words can be dangerous; don't let your secretary cause you trouble.

Ding Yizhen's statement, "I am the incarnation of Secretary Dakang," became Li Dakang's weakness.

the other side.

Two cars were parked on the shore of Guangming Lake.

Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, Zhao Qilun, Cheng Du, Sun Liancheng and others got off the car.

I walked along the shore of Bright Lake for about ten minutes.

During the visit, Sun Liancheng introduced the situation of the companies that have settled in Guangming Peak.

Song Yunhui pointed to a construction site not far away, with noisy machinery and towering cranes, and said, "Let's go in and take a look at this one."

Upon arriving at the construction site gate, the security guards assumed he was an ordinary person.

Their attitude was firm; they pointed to the sign, "Construction site, no unauthorized personnel allowed."

When Cheng Du showed his identification, he realized he was a police officer, and the police chief at that. The security guard's attitude completely changed.

Go and notify the site manager immediately.

The governor, the municipal party secretary, the vice governor, and the district head all came. He had never encountered such a high-level research visit in his more than ten years of work.

Manager Wei, the person in charge, jogged along, saying, "A warm welcome to all the leaders for your guidance!"

Song Yunhui waved his hand, "No need for any pomp and circumstance, we just want to check on the safety situation at the construction site."

"Yes, sir." Manager Wei quickly handed over the safety helmet. "Everyone, please come in, sir."

Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, and others put on safety helmets and entered the construction site.

The cement floor was clean and tidy, the materials were stacked in an orderly manner, and the construction process was standardized. There was nothing wrong with it.

Song Yunhui also inquired about the project's progress and construction quality.

Manager Wei answered each question in turn.

Looking at the construction workers, especially the migrant workers, who were sweating profusely, I asked, "Manager Wei, are the salaries and benefits of the frontline workers guaranteed?"

Can it be implemented effectively?

Manager Wei answered readily, "Sir, rest assured, our company has all the necessary qualifications, operates in a standardized manner, and strictly adheres to labor regulations."

All workers' wages are settled monthly, and the previous month's wages are paid on time on the 10th of each month, without any delays or deductions.

All meals and accommodation are provided, work safety supplies are fully equipped, and all benefits are comprehensive and transparent.

Thank you for your concern, leader!

The response was impeccable, a classic, standard answer.

Because similar tests are conducted occasionally, I can practically recite them by heart.

Song Yunhui remained expressionless, half-believing and half-doubting.

No matter how eloquent the words are, they are not as good as the honest words of the frontline workers.

Several workers on duty were randomly selected to come over.

The men were covered in grime, their faces were dark, and they were wearing gloves.

The white has been stained black.

Looking at the group of leaders, the workers were nervous and didn't know where to put their hands.

Song Yunhui showed no airs of a high-ranking official, extending his hand and saying, "Hello everyone, I am Governor Song Yunhui. You don't need to be nervous."

It's just a casual chat, to talk about any difficulties you're facing in your work or life.

"Feel free to ask any questions; there's no need to hold back."

The leader, Zhang Dashu, was a migrant worker, nearly fifty years old.

He hesitated a little when he saw the big boss extend his hand.

I never imagined I would shake hands with the governor while my hands were dirty and I was still wearing gloves.

Looking into Song Yunhui's sincere eyes, he took off his gloves.

He lifted his shirt, wiped his slightly dirty hands on his underwear, and then dared to shake the governor's hand. "Leader, thank you for your concern. We are all fine."

Song Yunhui was deeply moved, thinking, "What wonderful people they are!"

Holding Zhang Dashu's hand, she asked, "Are you sure everything is alright, no problems?"

The implication is that this is a rare opportunity.

Zhang Dashu was both amused and exasperated.

To tell or not to tell, that is the question.

They were afraid that the leader would just glance at the place and leave, leaving them with nothing.

I might get fired again.

silent.

For a moment, she forgot to let go of Song Yunhui's hand.

Li Dakang, Zhao Qilun, and Sun Liancheng began asking the other workers.

After a long silence, looking into Song Yunhui's sincere eyes, he finally spoke up and revealed the truth, "Boss, the salary is indeed paid on time every month, and the company does a very good job in this regard."

Income comes from farming and odd jobs.

But my family is having some financial difficulties, and at this age, I'm like... well, you know.

Correct!

Sandwich cookies!

It was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Song Yunhui felt a little sorry for him; his family had been farmers for three generations. "Brother, please continue."

Zhang Dashu then realized he had been abrupt and released Song Yunhui's hand.

He looked down and rubbed his rough hands, a little tired, but there was a light in his eyes. "Boss, my wife passed away early, and I raised my two children on my own."

I never went to school and I can't read, so I suffered because of my lack of education.

They can only do heavy physical labor.

I don't know whether I should say it or not.

We're all men; men can't complain, men can't cry.

Song Yunhui understood; he was also from a poor family. "Brother, tell the truth."

Life is tough, but I hope there's light in your eyes.

Back then, the family lived in the countryside, but they had urban household registrations and didn't even own any land.

My father, Song Jishan, was bullied and harassed by the old monkey because of a hat.

In her first year of university, she took all of her family's savings with her.

The older sister, Song Yunping, cut her long hair and bought herself clothes.

Some hardships can only be understood through experience.

Zhang Dashu sighed, "Governor Song, both of my children are in college, and the tuition and living expenses are quite high."

I can't really handle it all by myself.

My parents are almost eighty years old and have been frail and sickly for many years, constantly needing medication and injections.

I had to grit my teeth and bear all the burden of supporting my entire family.

I really want to take a break.

However, I dare not rest.

I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise.

I, Old Zhang, have never asked anyone for help.

Boss, if I meet the policy requirements, please help me.

If you don't meet the requirements or if you have a more difficult situation than me, please help others.

"I, Old Zhang, can still work on construction sites!"

These simple, honest words, devoid of sentimentality or exaggeration, struck a chord deep within.

"Okay, we'll verify it as soon as possible." Song Yunhui said solemnly, turning to Zhou Haoyang beside him, "Xiao Zhou, families like Zhang Dashu's that are struggling migrant workers' families must receive special assistance. Immediately arrange for someone from the civil affairs department to visit their homes to verify their family information, income, and level of hardship. As long as they meet the assistance policy requirements, we must ensure that the necessary support is provided."

"Okay, boss. I'll get on it right away." Zhou Haoyang felt a sense of accomplishment from working hard alongside his boss.

Song Yunhui held Zhang Dashu's hand and said, "If the situation is as you described, we will contact a charitable company to cover the expenses of your two children's university education, so that you will no longer have to worry about your children's education."

The unexpected help brought tears to Zhang Dashu's eyes, and the heavy burden on his shoulders felt much lighter.

With red-rimmed eyes, he bent over, wanting to kowtow to the leader in front of him to express his gratitude for the leader's kindness.

Song Yunhui reacted quickly and helped him up, saying, "Brother, we're both men."

A man's knees are worth gold.

You kneel to heaven, you kneel to earth, you kneel to your parents.

Don't kneel before others.

I look forward to the day when all the people of Handong will live a good life.

clap clap clap!

applause.

Li Dakang clapped his hands, never expecting Song Yunhui to have this side to him.

Their skill level and overall perspective are really lacking.

Leaving the construction site, Sun Liancheng handed over a list of companies. "Governor Song, which company do you plan to visit next?"

Song Yunhui scanned the list and said, "Comrade Dakang, Comrade Liancheng, let's go to Dafeng Garment Factory."