Chapter 973: Is It to Show Off?

Chapter 973: Is it to be in the limelight?

In Zhao Jianhui's office, Wang Yunxiang reported his work to Zhao Jianhui. When Wang Yunxiang mentioned that after urban and rural housing construction in recent years, there are still three Jiaotong University shantytowns in Jincheng City that have not been renovated. There are still nearly 160,000 people living there. There was no relocation in the Tongzi Building built in the 1950s and 1960s.

In the 1950s, some state-owned enterprises, such as railway construction and cotton spinning mills, which were responsible for the national economy and people's livelihood at the time, built a number of tube buildings in urban areas to accommodate their employees. However, with the development of the economy, those factories that were once prosperous have already been shut down and closed down like yesterday's flowers. This has also caused the employees who have sweated and worked hard for the construction of the country, and there are still many of them. Live in Tongzilou.

Some of these houses have long since become dilapidated, but these old workers rely on their small wages and have no money to move out. What's more, a family of six or seven people are crowded into a tube building with only 40 to 50 square meters. Not to mention comfortable, even safety is guaranteed.

"Why haven't these places been renovated yet?" Zhao Jianhui frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Two of them are because the location is not good and there are no developers, and the other is because even after compensation according to the existing policy, those people still can't come up with the hundreds of thousands of dollars needed to move their hearts..." Wang Yunxiang answered calmly. , This is not my fault. If it is not developed by developers, the government-funded demolition will require billions of funds. Neither Jincheng City nor the provincial finance can come up with such a large amount of money.

"We have done some calculations. If it is a government demolition, the financial expenditure may be two to three billion or more." Wang Yunxiang looked at Zhao Jianhui and said in a low voice.

Zhao Jianhui stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on the table. Yes, where can we get so much money? It's okay to shout a few slogans, but you can't shout out real money.

But will the matter be solved just by sitting in the office with the heater blowing on and worrying?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui stood up and said: "Let's go out together and go to the places you mentioned." His actions shocked Wang Yunxiang: "Ah... let's go there now, do you want it?" Let the general office inform the people below, at least let the police..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Jianhui with a wave of his hand: "We are the people's public servants, are we still afraid of the people? We won't tell anyone, just a few of us will go down."

The people Zhao Jianhui mentioned were him, Wang Yunxiang, secretary-generals Xia Chunlan, Li Wen, and driver and bodyguard Sun Liyun. Five people and one car drove towards the shantytowns he mentioned under Wang Yunxiang's guidance.

The first one to arrive was the slum area in the west of the city that has been included in the urban reconstruction and demolition plan. The alleys here are relatively narrow, only two or three meters wide, and there are messy debris piled in front of each door. Only tricycles can enter. , cars can’t get in.

The buildings on both sides of the alley are still made of exposed red bricks. There are electric wires and steel wires hanging everywhere under the eaves. Clothes are hung to dry on them as if they were held at the World Exposition. The colorful colors resemble the national flags of various countries.

There are red circles painted everywhere on the walls and on the telephone poles, with big words "HAIL" written inside. It seems that these words have been written for a long time, but they still have not been removed until now.

This may not just be a matter of money.

People in the alley were riding bicycles in and out in an endless stream, rushing for life, and they were all in a hurry... As they walked further, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but wrinkled his nose because of the unpleasant smell of garbage, and slowly walked away. As we approached a pile of garbage, the garbage pile surrounded by a short stone wall on thigh height was already full. More garbage overflowed and covered half of the road, so people had to go around. Fortunately, it is early spring and the temperature is still very low. If it comes to summer, there will definitely be a spectacular scene of swarms of flies!

On the roadside not far ahead, there were a few old men in their fifties and sixties squatting, smoking and chatting. While looking at Zhao Jianhui and the others, there was confusion in their eyes.

Looking at the clothes of a few people, they don't seem to live in this area. What's so good about a place like this?

Zhao Jianhui walked towards the little old man. The old man was obviously a little nervous and even stood up from his crouching position: "What do you do? You don't live here, right?"

"Uncle, you are right. You are someone who has seen the world at first glance. I want to ask you something...that is...why don't the sanitation department people in your street clean up the garbage? Where does the family live? The people in front of the garbage dump are unlucky. Everyone pays the sanitation management fee, right? Can you tell me about this situation?" Zhao Jianhui said with a smile.

"Ah...are you an investigator in the city? I don't think you look like a local?" The little old man looked Zhao Jianhui up and down.

"Ha... there are also a lot of people from outside the city who come to work in Jincheng. I just came down to check out the situation. This area will be demolished this year, but some work still needs to be put in place. Our citizens cannot be ruined like this..."

Several little old men looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Zhao Jianhui. When an old man heard that Zhao Jianhui was speaking in an official tone, he couldn't help but snorted. If it weren't for his handsome face and clear eyes, he looked like a gentleman. He looked like a good old man, and he was afraid that he could pick up the brick he was sitting on as a stool and slap it on Zhao Jianhui's face.

The little old man who spoke to Zhao Jianhui just now was still qualified. He sighed and said: "We are in this situation now. In the past two years, we have been clamoring for demolition and so on. Each household has to pay a certain amount for demolition. It is said that the shanty towns are being renovated and constructed, but the people in this area are all poor. Where can they pay the relocation fee of more than 100,000 yuan? Go?, but the city stopped doing anything about it, and now no one cares about it. There are frequent water and power outages, and no one cares about the garbage on the streets. However, the relevant departments take care of various expenses. If you don’t pay the money after the due date, the fine will be doubled. Now the officials don’t know what’s going on, so they just open their hands and ask for money from the people.”

Wang Yunxiang and Xia Chunlan, who were behind Zhao Jianhui, couldn't help but blush. But Zhao Jianhui's expression remained unchanged. He listened to the little old man nagging and nodded his head.

Unknowingly, I chatted with the little old man for more than half an hour. Finally, I found out that the little old man’s surname was Zhang. He was fifty-seven years old. His wife had been dead for a few years. He had two children and didn’t care about him. He just relied on a few to retreat. Salary living, life in this area is not good but not too bad.

After saying goodbye to Lao Zhangtou, Zhao Jianhui continued to walk forward and came to a low wall. He heard a woman's roar coming from inside: "Put it down, there are no straw sticks in here." My, this is what you couple have said a long time ago..."

Looking through the gap in the wall, I saw a young woman in her twenties fighting for a piece of dark felt with an older woman. Next to them stood a little girl with a frightened face.

The old woman looked gray-haired and looked like she was sixty or seventy years old. How could she be the match for the young woman? Soon, she was pushed to the ground by the young woman, and the tattered felt was snatched away by the young woman.

The little girl watched and ran over to pull the old woman. How could she pull an adult with her strength? Suddenly he opened his mouth and started crying: "Mom is bad, beat grandma..."

Zhao Jianhui, who was standing outside the wall, couldn't help but change his color. He really didn't expect that the women who were arguing were actually a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"You damn thing, can't you just take pity on me? When you got married, I said that I would even give you this house and all these things, but the weather is still very cold at night, and the wind was strong last night. They scraped off the asbestos tiles where his father and I live. I use this felt piece to keep out the cold, but it’s useless for you to keep it..."

The young woman ignored the old woman's words, stretched out her finger and poked the little girl's forehead and cursed: "You are a rip-off, how come your mother is a bad person? Do you think there is anything else in this house? It's all been taken away by others, you guys?" Who cares if you have no place to live when you grow up? I have to keep this thing. When your brother grows up and gets married, your father and I will use it to build a shack."

Originally, he wanted to say something, but Zhao Jianhui felt his throat was dry, but he couldn't say anything. Is this situation just caused by the young woman's lack of filial piety?

“…When a new urban area like a garden is built everywhere, it is hard for us to imagine that in this city full of flowers, there are still hundreds of thousands of people with families still living in low, humid, dilapidated shantytowns. What we see are the happy and bright smiles of people who have moved to new homes, but who has seen some old workers vacating the tube building for their son’s wedding, and the old couple sleeping in the culvert under the bridge?”

The climate inside the provincial party committee conference room is pleasant, and several pots of out-of-season flowers are blooming. Zhao Jianhui attended the first Standing Committee meeting he came to Xichuan. When Zhang Huaiqiang announced that the meeting was open and before discussing today's issues, Zhao Jianhui raised his hand to speak, and the whole room was filled with his ear-piercing voice.

"Therefore, I personally believe that the transformation of shantytowns has reached an urgent time. Today, I formally propose that the government funds the construction and uses five years to eliminate the history of shantytowns in Jincheng..."

When Zhao Jianhui was speaking, Zhang Huaiqiang had been listening calmly. When he heard this, he reached out and smoothed his neatly combed hair, nodded with a smile and said: "This matter Comrade Jianhui talked about is a big deal." Question, I agree with Comrade Zhao Jianhui’s proposal, but... Governor, this is the question you are talking about. It requires a lot of money to solve. Since you mentioned it here today, you must have found a solution, right? I and other comrades on the Standing Committee will wait and see. If you need our support, just say it, even if you ask me. I am willing to carry bricks and mud on the construction site as long as I can get this thing done..."

Old fox. As soon as Zhao Jianhui heard what Zhang Huaiqiang said, he immediately understood what he meant. You can ask me to move the bricks and mud, but there is nothing I can do if you want money. You just have to figure it out yourself. This is originally a matter for your provincial government. This plan was proposed by you yourself. If it is done well, it will be the leadership of our provincial party committee. But if it is not done well, Governor Zhao will accept it alone when the decision is made. Well, who told you to be pushy?

In fact, Zhang Huaiqiang never thought why Zhao Jianhui, who was always rumored to be smart and capable by his family, would make such a low-level mistake today.

Yes, the renovation of shanty towns is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. If it is done well, it will win a lot of political achievements and win the love of the people. However, if this thing is easy to do, where can you, Zhao Jianhui, get it?

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