In name only: I will break the chess game in Handong!

"Petition and Complaint Hall? Trending on social media for all the wrong reasons?"

Yi Xuexi was completely dumbfounded.

"Yes, that's the petition window of the Letters and Visits Bureau."

It was built when Ding Yizhen was alive.

At that time, Ding Yizhen personally designed the petition window of the petition office in order to reduce the number of petitions from ordinary people.

They forced people to squat, saying that this would make petitioners give up and leave.

The secretary explained very carefully, and Yi Xuexi and Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the whole story.

It's alright as long as it wasn't their fault.

Just then, the landline phone on the table rang.

Yi Xuexi frowned, got up, and picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Yi Xuexi!"

"Yi Xuexi, have you heard about what happened at your district's petition office? It's had a very negative impact!"

"Secretary Dakang! I just heard about this. From what I understand now, this petition window was personally designed and built by Ding Yizhen when he was in charge of Guangming District."

This matter really has little to do with him or Chen Guan.

"Neither the municipal party committee nor I meant to blame you, but this petition window needs to be rectified as soon as possible, it can't be delayed!"

"Every day we drag this out, the public's trust in Guangming District and Jingzhou officials will diminish. Do you understand?"

"Secretary Dakang, understood!"

Li Dakang didn't waste any more time talking to Yi Xuexi and quickly hung up the phone.

"call!"

After letting out a long sigh of relief, Yi Xuexi looked at Chen Haidao and said, "District Chief Chen, the Petition Bureau is a subordinate agency of your government, so I'm entrusting this task of rectifying the window service window to you."

"Leave it to me?"

"Yes, you are the district head, this is your scope of work."

"You're still the Party Secretary, in charge of overall coordination!"

The secretary standing to the side looked very embarrassed. Is this how a district party secretary at the provincial level and a district head at the deputy provincial level should behave? They're not much different from old men and women arguing at the vegetable market.

"Then let's convene an enlarged meeting of the district committee, have the comrades from the Letters and Visits Bureau report on their work, and take charge of rectification!"

Chen Hai fell silent.

The meeting started at 2:30 p.m.

"Comrades, you've all seen the trending topic about the petition window at the petition office, right?"

Although this window was built when Ding Yizhen, that corrupt official, was in charge, some of us here also bear an unshirkable responsibility for turning a blind eye to it!

Yi Xuexi's words made everyone frown. At that time, Ding Yizhen was the deputy mayor and district party secretary. Even if there were problems, who would dare to point them out? Now that Ding Yizhen is dead, they are blaming the problems on them?

"Has the director of the petition office arrived yet?"

Chen Hai picked up the conversation.

In the last row, a bald, middle-aged man tremblingly raised his right hand.

"District Chief Chen, I'm here..."

"Director Zhou, I don't want to bring up past issues. Can your bureau rectify the problems at the petition office's service window yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Director Zhou lowered his head as if he had something stuck in his throat and remained silent for a long time.

"Say something!"

Yi Xuexi got furious. If Chen Hai hadn't told him to put Director Zhou in charge of the rectification, he would have directly asked the Discipline Inspection Commission to investigate the other party. He didn't believe that the director was clean.

"Secretary Yi, District Chief Chen, we also want to make improvements, but... but we don't have the money!"

"No money?"

Chen Hai and Yi Xuexi were both stunned.

"Has Director Zhang from the Finance Bureau arrived yet?"

Chen Hai quickly realized what was happening.

Director Zhang of the Finance Bureau, who was sitting in the middle, stood up slowly, inwardly complaining, "District Chief? He's been in office for more than half a month and only now remembers me? This is really outrageous."

"District Chief Chen, I'm here!"

Chen Hai nodded.

"Director Zhang, how much can the district finances provide right now?"

Director Zhang pretended to think for a moment before speaking: "Reporting to Secretary Yi and District Chief Chen, the Guangming District is currently facing a very tight budget. The available funds are less than 500,000 yuan, which may not be enough to support the rectification of the petition window."

"Only 500,000?!"

Chen Hai and Yi Xuexi exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.

"Yes, Secretary Yi, District Chief Chen, the estimated working capital of 500,000 yuan that the District Finance Bureau can provide in addition to fixed fiscal expenditures is an overestimation. In reality, it may only be around 300,000 to 400,000 yuan."

The vast Guangming District only had about 500,000 yuan in circulating fiscal funds. If they hadn't heard it with their own ears, Yi Xuexi and Chen Hai would not have believed it. Especially Yi Xuexi, the financial situation of Luzhou City was worlds apart from that of Guangming District.

Besides fixed expenditures, Luzhou City has several billion yuan in surplus fiscal funds, which is why he was able to launch all sorts of projects in Luzhou.

And now...

"Secretary Yi, District Chief Chen, it's like this: during Ding Yizhen's tenure, most of Guangming District's fiscal funds were invested in the Guangming Peak project, leaving very little!"

This reason is irrefutable, and in fact it is true; the amount of financial investment from Guangming District into the Guangming Peak project is enormous.

Silence, dead silence.

Yi Xuexi and Chen Hai, the two chief officials of the Guangming District, had extremely complicated feelings at this moment.

"Director Zhang, can't we really squeeze in any further?"

"District Chief Chen, the district's finances are truly completely depleted!"

Without money, upgrading the petition office windows is just wishful thinking. We can't just let wages and material costs go unpaid, can we?

The meeting reached a stalemate.

The district committee cadres and bureau chiefs below remained silent. They had long realized that the newly appointed district head, Chen Hai, and the district party secretary, Yi Xuexi, were both idiots. No one wanted to offer advice to such leaders, let alone work under pressure and solve problems.

The meeting ultimately came to nothing regarding the rectification of the window service at the Guangming District Petition Bureau. What's the point of talking if there's no money?

The meeting had just ended, and everyone was walking out of the conference room when Zheng Xipo walked towards them from a short distance away, holding a banner.

The cadres in Guangming District were used to it and quickly walked around it, pretending not to see anything. Zheng Xipo did not stop them either, as his target was always Chen Hai and Yi Xuexi.

"Secretary Yi, District Chief Chen, you must give us an explanation this time! You always just give us empty promises, and then you do nothing after I leave. If you don't agree this time, I'm not leaving!"

With a thud, Zheng Xipo was about to kneel on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Yi Xuexi and Chen Hai were about to step forward when a young man who had come with Zheng Xipo picked up his phone and started snapping photos.

"Who are you, and what do you want?!"

Yi Xuexi angrily pointed at the young man, but instead of a response, he was met with a new round of filming, which captured Yi Xuexi's angry expression perfectly.

Chen Hai knew Zheng Qian.

"Zheng Qian, what are you doing? Stop!"

The photos were already taken, and Zheng Qian didn't dwell on it. He smiled and uploaded the photos from his phone before putting it down.

"Brother Hai, I came here with my dad..."

You can't hit someone who's smiling, and Chen Hai was helpless against the even more shameless Zheng Qian, except for his trembling fingertips.