Chapter 498 Private Investigation of Nangang

Chapter 498 Private Investigation of Nangang

Gan Xiaojing glanced at him: "Gee, do you really don't understand, or are you deliberately testing me? Think about it for yourself. Most leaders at the municipal level have received many years of education. They should not be corrupt or corrupt. Yes, no matter how well you catch him, none of your team members or subordinates will be invited If you go to the Discipline Inspection Commission for tea, what do you have to show off when summing up your results? But on the other hand, if one or more people in a team are punished by party discipline and state laws, even if you are fine, it means that you, the squad leader, did nothing. It’s a good job, but it can also be said that you are simply incompetent for the position of secretary.”

Hearing what Gan Xiaojing said, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but nodded. If you think about it carefully, this is really what happened. It seems that although the position of secretary is prestigious, it is not necessarily easy to sit in.

Gan Xiaojing said solemnly: "Your predecessor fell for this. Not only did he fail to take care of others, but he couldn't withstand the temptation of others. In the end, he could only leave Nangang sadly without going to jail. The disaster is pretty good.”

Thinking about the last few words that Gan Xiaojing said just now, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed that Nangang City would never be as peaceful as he imagined. And where there are interests, there will be disputes, and where there are disputes, there will be differences. If there are differences, there need to be ways to resolve them and people to resolve them.

However, there are many ways to resolve differences and people to resolve them, and not everyone will find a suitable, legal and effective way.

Fortunately, as soon as he received the transfer order ten days ago, he asked Sun Liyun to come to Nangang City in advance. Probably after he arrived in Nangang, he had already figured out the situation, right?

Next, Gan Xiaojing gave Zhao Jianhui a brief introduction to the composition of Nangang City's current team members. The organization director talked about this very well. He did not even need to read the information, and he already talked about the situation of the standing committee members currently in office. Clear as day.

Looking at her watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning. Gan Xiaojing grabbed the phone on the table and called Li Shengtong, secretary of the autonomous region. After putting down the phone, Gan Xiaojing said with a smile: "Let's go, I will take you to see Secretary Li. Secretary Li is a very knowledgeable person, very..."

Zhao Jianhui nodded gently after hearing this, naturally understanding Gan Xiaojing's kindness.

Nangang City is a port city and a tourist city. Nature has given this city too many blue seas, blue skies and long, spectacular gold and silver beaches. What is strange is that the golden beach and the silver beach are not connected to each other with clear latitude and longitude. The silver beach is like snow, and the golden beach is golden in the sun.

Reform and opening up and the large special zone policy have transformed this city from a small fishing village-like town into a city full of flowers today.

On the bus from Nankang, the district headquarters, to Nangang City, Erfeng put MP4 headphones in his ears and listened to music. Zhao Jianhui kept staring at the clear water and blue sky outside the window, and his mood became surprisingly better.

Today at noon, in the office of the supreme leader of the district committee, Zhao Jianhui and Secretary Li had a pleasant conversation, otherwise the No. 1 leader of the district committee would not have eaten with him at noon.

However, what made Zhao Jianhui feel uncomfortable was Duan Chaoqun, the deputy secretary of the party and masses. This man looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a fair complexion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a height of 1.7 meters and a shaved blue-black chin. He looked like an elegant elder no matter how he looked. But the eyes he looked at himself couldn't make him feel relieved.

This man's eyes are very powerful. If it were not him, but someone else, I am afraid that he would not be able to eat lunch at all under his falcon-like gaze.

In comparison, Li Shengtong, who looked rough and arrogant, was very heroic. But Zhao Jianhui knows that in the officialdom, the essence of a problem cannot be judged by appearance alone. Sometimes appearance is the most deceptive. The fact that Li Shengtong can sit in this position and not fall down can already explain some problems.

Damn it, what the hell, having three district committee members accompanying you for one meal is enough to give you face.

The car was about to enter Nangang City, get off the highway, and go around a huge circular turntable. The road turned out to be uneven. Zhao Jianhui put his head against the car window and looked outside, only to realize that there seemed to be road construction, and there were piles of soil and stones used for road construction on both sides of the road.

This road is the only way from Nankang City, the capital of the autonomous region, to Nangang City. Sometimes it bumped up and down, and sometimes it tilted 30 degrees to the left and right, causing the windows to bang against each other. The road was in dilapidated condition, and the whirlwind driven by the car also raised dust all over the sky.

There is no asphalt or concrete on the long stretch of road, just thick red soil. Each car brings up thick dust. When passing another car, a "heavy fog" will appear on the front window of the car, making it difficult for the driver to see clearly anything more than ten meters ahead. The speed of the car suddenly slowed down, and the road was covered with deep ruts made by large cars. Therefore, ordinary vehicles passing this road were like riding a roller coaster. Although local passengers carrying luggage and fruits were pushed out of their seats and returned to their seats again and again, most of them looked indifferent. Sometimes the car suddenly jumps, and the child in the adult's arms starts crying.

I really don’t know that we are almost entering the city, how can the traffic conditions be so bad?

For cars that frequently ply this road, the part of the glass that is not covered with dust is the two sectors opened by the wipers. The driver was full of resentment when he mentioned this road: "It has been like this for more than a year! On sunny days, the road is covered with dust and the road cannot be seen clearly. On rainy days, the ground is covered with mud, and the wheels are stuck and cannot be driven, so people have to come down and push." Sometimes the car bearings can’t stand the bumps on the road and strike.”

Pedestrians walking on this road will accidentally sink their shoes into the red soil on the road, just like stepping into a sand pit. The leaves of the trees and shrubs on the roadside are covered with a layer of red soil, and their original color is no longer visible. The roofs, walls and yards of the houses on the roadside are also covered with soil.

What makes Zhao Jianhui most irritated is that there is a toll station on this road. Next to the toll station is a large placard saying "Implement the 'Urban and Rural Cleaning Project' and Create a Harmonious Living Environment!", which is in sharp contrast to the reality. .

"Are there still tolls due to this kind of road condition?" Zhao Jianhui asked a local next to him very strangely. The man wore glasses and looked like a college student who had long left school. Hearing Zhao Jianhui ask himself, he burst into laughter: "This is a 'cement' road with water and mud. The road grade is so high, so there must be tolls! If you don't charge money, these jobs depend on the road. Aren’t all the people starving to death?”

As soon as the young man wearing glasses finished speaking, the old man sitting behind her spoke up: "The people at the toll station said that they are not charged for this highway, but for Nangang City's entrance fee. '!"

"Don't you understand me clearly? The competent department of the toll station explained that this toll station is the result of Nangang City reorganizing the toll roads in the city to outside the city. It belongs to road and bridge project tolls, not highway tolls." Behind. Another middle-aged uncle said loudly.

"No matter what the name of the toll is, I don't think it's right to set up card tolls before the road is completed. Even if this kind of fee is changed to that kind of fee, isn't it okay to build the road first and then toll the toll?" On the car, Many people joined in the discussion, and for a while the chattering sounds were endless, most of them scolding.

When the car arrived at the toll station, several staff members were holding large shovels and cleaning up the dust in the open space in front of the station. It seems that the toll collector sitting in the guard box works here every day, and he eats a lot of dirt.

The bus Zhao Jianhui took purchased an "annual pass", and the toll collector just looked at the number and let the bus pass. After passing the toll station, the road became even more uneven and the car was bumpy.

Suddenly, there was a burst of crying from the rear of the car. Zhao Jianhui looked back and saw an old aunt who looked like a rural woman standing next to three or four young people who came up along the way. The old aunt was crying and begging: "Please let me go." Just kill me, that’s my grandson’s medical expenses.”

A young man openly put his hand into her pocket and took out her wallet. The old lady bent over hard and held the black bag on her thigh with both hands.

Right next to her, the two men in their thirties sitting on the left and right sides all closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. No one dared to resist.

In broad daylight, among the bustling cities, this is amazing! Zhao Jianhui stood up with a roar. Just before he took a step forward, someone suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Several young people were startled, and then looked at a man in his thirties not far from where they were standing, as if looking at a monster, glaring at them.

"Ha, someone is getting impatient, right? Stop!" The bus stopped immediately.

"Boy, are you looking for death? How dare you meddle in other people's business?!" Several young people shouted viciously as they walked towards the opened door of the car.

Zhao Jianhui was sitting two rows of seats away from the driver. He poked his head forward and said to the driver: "Close the door. If someone escapes, you will bear full responsibility."

The driver was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Brother, are you traveling out of town? If you don't understand the situation, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will get burned."

At the back of the car, a middle-aged man with a righteous face said to the young people: "Follow me to the public security bureau and surrender!" Several young people cursed and surrounded the middle-aged man. , and hit the man's nose with his fist at the same time.

The middle-aged man had obviously practiced, and he actually tried to show off his tactics, and while fighting back, he still persuaded them to surrender to the public security bureau.

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