A deck chair made of canvas, this is the best piece of furniture for Xia Yonggui's family.
Next to the canvas chair was a small stool, and on the stool was a celadon bowl with four boiled eggs in it. This was a snack that Xia Yonggui's wife had been busy with for a long time to entertain guests.
Chen Jing was sitting on the recliner, but he couldn't lean back because as soon as he leaned down, he had to lie down.
In front of him, an old man in his sixties sat on a wooden chair with a smile on his face, showing a few sparse teeth in his mouth.
There was also a middle-aged man in his early forties with a short build and dark skin, sitting very crampedly on a three-legged bench.
Seeing Chen Jing's face suddenly become serious, the old man's smile gradually faded and he became a little embarrassed.
After a long while, he said: "Secretary, Xiaoqing is a sensible child. She is a good seedling, but the family's situation really cannot afford to send her to school. Yonggui has nothing to do this year. Earning money is even 80% less than in previous years.
Not as good as that. If it weren't for me and my wife, he would still be able to raise the money.
It’s all because my wife and I are old and have two more mouths to eat..."
The old man shook his head sadly.
Xia Qing stood behind her father, clasped her hands together, and suddenly said: "Grandpa, I... I have contacted my classmates, and I will go to Lingnan the day after tomorrow. It is very profitable there, and I can earn more than a thousand a month.
How much money! Nowadays, many college students can earn so much money. I don’t regret it if I don’t study anymore!”
Chen Jing turned to look at the child, took out an egg from the stool and handed it over, saying: "Xiaoqing, come and eat an egg!"
The little girl hurriedly hid back and waved her hands: "No...no. Chen...Uncle Chen, I...I just had dinner and I am full. You eat, you eat!"
Chen Jing said unhappily: "If you are told to eat, you will eat! Otherwise Uncle Chen will be unhappy!"
The old man was stunned and said: "Girl, Uncle Chen gave it to you. Just eat it! Let grandma cook you some more eggs tomorrow. They will be delicious in the car when you are away from home!"
The little girl timidly took the egg from Chen Jing's hand and quickly stepped back.
Chen Jing said to the old man: "Uncle, Lao Xia. Let's do this. I think the child should go to school. The child is too young. It is not safe to go out to work, and the body cannot bear it. I will find a way to solve the tuition problem. Not only the tuition can
To solve the problem, let me find a solution for the children to have room and board at school.
Your old Xia family has just such a seedling. This is a seedling of hope.
There is an old saying in Chujiang that one generation is weak and the other is strong. If our children study more, they will go to university in the future. If we eat public food, does our family have hope?"
"Eat... eat at the public house?" the old man said in a daze, with a very moved look on his face.
Xia Yonggui, who had always been embarrassed and uneasy, also changed his expression. He stammered: "Is it not easy to eat... to eat from the public family? We..."
Chen Jingdao: "It's difficult if you think it's difficult, but it's actually very simple. How about this, just trust me for once? Xiaoqing is a sensible kid, I think it's okay. Let's work together to train her well, do you think it's okay?"
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Chen Jing waved his hand, and the driver, Lao He, opened Chen Jing's handbag, took out a wad of money and placed it on the table.
Chen Jingdao: "Lao Xia, this is five thousand yuan. You take it first. I will tell the school tomorrow and ask them to arrange for Xiaoqing to join the class again. The tuition fee will be waived and the living expenses will be waived. What do you think?"
"This...this..." The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and Lao Xia also stood up.
After being stunned for a long time, Lao Xia raised his lips and said: "Chen...Secretary Chen, you...you have been so kind to our Lao Xia family, how can we...how can we repay it!"
Chen Jing smiled and said: "Lao Xia, don't say anything about repaying your kindness. Speaking of which, it's all because I was not a good secretary and failed to solve the employment problem of laid-off workers like you, which made your life difficult. I'm sorry for you.
Today, I feel really ashamed and want to make up for it a little bit.
I also hope that you believe in the party and the government that we will definitely introduce more favorable policies so that you will slowly have jobs to do again. We will find ways to get everyone out of difficulties, and even move out of shantytowns and live in better houses.
Do you guys agree?"
The old man nodded repeatedly, with tears in his eyes, stretched out his hands to hold Chen Jing's hand and said: "Secretary Chen, you are a good secretary, you are our benefactor!"
He waved to the little girl and said: "Xiaoqing, come here quickly and thank Uncle Chen!"
Xia Qing came over and said with a flushed face: "Thank you, Uncle Chen, thank you!"
The little girl was incoherent, her face was flushed, but her eyes were bright, and her inner excitement and excitement could be seen at a glance.
Next, Chen Jing chatted with Lao Xia and his family for a long time. When he finally stood up to leave, Old Xia desperately pushed a few eggs to him and told him to hold them no matter what.
Chen Jing couldn't resist, so he took the egg in his hand, nodded gently, and then turned around and left.
Walking out of the small courtyard, Lao He stopped Xia Yonggui and his family from seeing him off, and Chen Jing took a deep breath.
His mood was both heavy and relaxed.
This is a contradiction. He is heavy because in such a wide shanty town, how many families like Lao Xia are there? Can he solve the difficulties of Xia Yonggui? Is he capable of solving the difficulties of this entire shanty town?
Besides, even if he is extremely resourceful, can he complete such a difficult task on his own?
To make Jingjiang prosperous, we must have a strong leadership group, strong party committees and governments at all levels. Only by working together can we achieve this goal.
Chen Jing felt relaxed because he visited Lao Xia's family. He suddenly felt that the pressure on him and the slander and attacks on him by those with vested interests were not worth mentioning.
He has higher goals and longer-term pursuits in Jingjiang.
His solution to the corruption problem of state-owned enterprises is just the first step. It is a small first step. Even if a few clowns can't solve it by themselves, how can they lead the entire Jingjiang people to reverse their difficulties and achieve a comprehensive well-off life?
It has to be said that a person's firm will determines a person's open-mindedness.
Chen Jing firmly believes that his path will become wider and wider, and Jingjiang will get better and better. All difficulties are only temporary, and all difficulties are just paper tigers.
"Beep, beep!"
Two horns sounded, and a motorcycle came quickly from behind.
Lao He's expression changed, and he quickly pulled Chen Jing, but Chen Jing quickly dodged.
The muddy water splashed by the wheels of the motorcycle made Chen Jing's pants muddy.
Lao He shouted: "Hey..."
Chen Jing waved his hands and said, "Forget it! The road is too narrow and dilapidated, so I can't blame them entirely!"
Lao He was stunned and didn't speak, but his face remained angry.
But at this moment, the motorcycle in front stopped. The driver got off the car, took off his helmet, squinted at Chen Jing, laughed, and said: "Hey, who am I talking about? It turns out to be Chen Da
Secretary. Ouch, my God, this really surprised me. This is not a luxurious hotel. Why did Secretary Chen condescend to come to this slum?"
This guy was holding a helmet in his hand and limping towards Chen Jing. It was Zheng Yuankun.
Chen Jing frowned, then quickly relaxed his brows and said, "Who is it? It turns out to be Mr. Zheng. Wherever you can come, can't I come?"
Zheng Yuankun laughed and said: "How are we the same? I am a commoner, and you are the secretary. We are not the same class!"
Lao He flipped his glasses and said, "What are you talking about? Our party is a party of the working class. Your consciousness is a bit low!"
Zheng Yuankun was stunned, but Chen Jing laughed loudly and said: "Look at you, Old Zheng, even the driver, Old He, said that your consciousness is low. I think your consciousness is really low!"
Zheng Yuankun smiled unconcernedly, changed the subject, and said: "Secretary Chen, are you saying goodbye to Jingjiang in advance? The recent limelight in Chujiang is not conducive to you. I have heard a lot about you leaving Jingjiang.
Rumors can’t all be true!”
Chen Jing smiled faintly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Zheng Yuankun, and said: "Old Zheng, you are a guy who likes to talk about paradoxes. Now I will tell you a paradox, do you think it is true?
In this way, the more people want to drive me out of Jingjiang now, the more successful I will be in Jingjiang.
Why do you think these people used so much force to drive me away from Jingjiang? And do the so-called many people include the people in this shanty town? I don’t think so!"
Zheng Yuankun was stunned and speechless.
Chen Jing lit up his cigarette, pointed at the shantytowns, and said, "What is the problem in Jingjiang? The problem in Jingjiang lies in our cadres, our entrepreneurs, and our state-owned enterprises. No one thinks about how to solve these shantytowns."
The problem is solved.
What are they thinking? Some of them want to be promoted and make a fortune, some want to become an official and make money, and some want to make a fortune from being an official.
So, Lao Zheng, don’t gloat about my misfortune and laugh at me too soon. When you are riding a motorcycle on this muddy path, think about those people who talk to you every day in luxury hotels and luxury cafes.
How credible is the nonsense that I, Chen Jing, say about forcing tens of thousands of people in Jingjiang to lay off their jobs?
Let me give you a suggestion: next time they really want to encourage you to mobilize the workers and organize a parade to cause trouble, you should use your motorcycle to drive them to this place and let them talk. What do you think?"
Zheng Yuankun stared at Chen Jing dumbfounded. He was usually very articulate and eloquent, but now he was so stunned that he couldn't say a single word.
Chen Jing waved his hand gently and greeted Lao He: "Let's go, Lao He! Walk with me for a while longer..."
Watching Chen Jing and Lao He disappear at the other end of the alley, Zheng Yuankun didn't speak for a long time.
He suddenly thought, could this Chen Jing not be a young man? He could really do something practical?
Zheng Yuankun remembered that Chen Jing had also helped him clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. It seemed that the young master didn't know how to do these tasks!
His expression changed suddenly. After a long time, he got back on the motorcycle, but the speed slowed down. He seemed absent-minded and preoccupied... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it at Qidian.
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