Rebirth of the Rising Sun

After finishing speaking, Feng Sizhe began to read, "Comrade Liu Xiangang, Secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Committee."

"I'm here." Liu Xiangang agreed with his eyes narrowed, but he did not answer according to Feng Sizhe's request. Don't underestimate this small link, it does prove that he is not obedient.

Feng Sizhe did not say anything about Liu Xiangang's answer, but continued to read, "Comrade Yang Chao, the deputy mayor."

"Here." Yang Chao did not answer either. The same nickname indicated the fact that he was already here.

The same answer would be given to Yang Chao. Feng Sizhe still said nothing, but instead read out "Comrade Wang Shiguang, the Municipal Propaganda Minister."

"Here." Wang Shiguang was very honest. His "here" was brief and concise, and it also showed that he had taken Feng Sizhe's arrangements to heart.

Feng Sizhe nodded happily at Wang Shiguang's cooperation and said, "Very good, Minister Wang has set an example for everyone."

As soon as Feng Sizhe finished speaking, he saw that Liu Xiangang and Yang Chao's faces darkened. He knew that this sentence was actually said to him, just to say that he was disobedient. They couldn't help but turn their heads to the side and snorted coldly.

Feng Sizhe ignored them and continued to call out names, "Comrade Yu Fude, Director of the Bureau of Land and Resources."

After the call, no one answered. Feng Sizhe just frowned and asked, "Has Comrade Yu Fude arrived?"

"Director Yu is not here. I am his office director. Secretary Feng, please forgive me if I have any questions." A not very loud voice came from the audience, indicating that Yu Fude was indeed not here.

"Oh." Feng Sizhe nodded. What could be more important than a meeting held by the municipal party secretary? Didn't Yu Fude obviously take him seriously? Okay, he would remember this person.

"Has Comrade Ma Tianlei, Director of the Finance Bureau, arrived?" Feng Sizhe continued to read out names.

"Here we are." A man with a big belly stood up from the crowd. It was obvious that he was corrupt. If he didn't eat and drink all the time, how could he have such a big belly? But no matter what, he finally came, which was better than not coming.

Feng Sizhe nodded at Ma Tianlei, indicating that he knew this person, and then he continued to read the list, "Comrade Yang Ziqing, Director of the Environmental Protection Bureau... Comrade Wang Haijian, General Manager of the Tongda Coal Mine, a state-owned coal mine... Comrade Gan Fu, owner of the Hongri Coal Mine, the largest private coal mine in Tongda... Comrade Liu Jianmin, Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau..."

The names were read one by one, and it took more than ten minutes to call out all the people who should be called. After that, Feng Sizhe discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, almost all the people who had organizational relations in Tongda City came, such as the director of the Municipal Finance Bureau, the director of the Environmental Protection Bureau, the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau, etc., while those who did not have organizational relations in Tongda City, or even had no organizational relations at all, such as the director of the National Land Resources Bureau, the general manager of Tongda Coal Mine, and the owner of Hongri Coal Mine, did not come. But they did not come, and they did send representatives, which was also a perfunctory gesture, at least everyone's face was not so ugly.

Finally, the roll call was finished. Feng Sizhe didn't look unhappy at all. No one knew what he was thinking when facing so many people who hadn't arrived yet. "Okay, comrades, today's meeting has two themes. First, I want to get to know you all. Second, I want to discuss with you how to eliminate the problems related to coal mine safety in our city. Now I really want to hear your opinions. If anyone has any ideas, please bring them up."

As soon as Feng Sizhe said this, the audience immediately fell silent. When it comes to production safety, this normal word is really a taboo topic in the market, because in the coal mining industry, there is no such thing as absolutely safe. Even if you have all the relevant machines in place, it is easy to cause accidents due to improper operation of the workers. For this reason, no coal mine owner dares to say that his coal mine will be absolutely safe and there will be no accidents.

Therefore, after Feng Sizhe raised this question, everyone fell silent, because this is a difficult question to answer. In fact, in the eyes of many people, this is a problem that cannot be solved at all.

After five minutes of silence, Feng Sizhe spoke again, "Why are you all silent? Is it because you haven't thought of a suitable solution, or are you unwilling to speak? If that doesn't work, I'll call on someone." Feng Sizhe first called on Liu Xiangang, the secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Committee. "Secretary Liu, what do you think about this matter?"

"Haha, I have no opinion or idea. But I think with Secretary Feng's wise leadership, our city's coal mining industry will be safe in production and no accidents will happen." Liu Xiangang was a little annoyed that Feng Sizhe always mentioned his name, and it seemed that he was listed together with some other department-level cadres, which made him very angry. For this reason, when answering, he couldn't help but mention Feng Sizhe, saying that since it was you, Feng Sizhe, who requested this meeting, you must have some good ideas. If even you don't have any, then you can't blame others for not having a good solution.

Feng Sizhe was not impressed by Liu Xiangang's counterattack. Instead, he looked at Executive Vice Mayor Yang Chao and asked, "Mayor Yang, what about you? Do you have any good ideas?"

"Haha, Secretary Feng, you are too kind. Secretary Liu and I don't have any good ideas. We are all waiting for Secretary Feng to give us some guidance." Yang Chao answered with a smile.

Another person who was playing the game of peacemaker, Yang Chao kicked the ball back. Hearing this answer, Feng Sizhe nodded and continued to call on the name, "Minister Wang, tell me, do you have any good ideas?"

Wang Shiguang, member of the Tongda Municipal Party Committee and head of the Propaganda Department, was called out with a serious expression. He thought for a moment and answered, "To be honest, I haven't thought of any good solution, but I hope everyone can work together to come up with a good solution. My Propaganda Department always reports bad things to the higher-ups all day long. To be honest, our work pressure is very high."

Wang Shiguang did not mean to be perfunctory, but rather talked about the difficulty of his job. Just think about it, as the Minister of Propaganda, he publicizes negative things every day, and the pressure of this job can be imagined.

"Well, I understand what Minister Wang means, but don't worry, as long as we come up with a solution, future publicity work won't be that difficult. Well, let me continue to call on someone, "Comrade Ma Tianlei, Director of the Finance Bureau, does he have any good ideas or solutions?"

Feng Sizhe named a few more people, but their answers were all the same, that is, there was no good solution and they couldn't find a way to solve the problem.

There were so many people, but no one came up with a good idea. Feng Sizhe's face became a little serious. There is a saying that there are always more solutions than problems. People are the smartest. As long as they are willing to use their brains, there is nothing that cannot be solved. However, now so many leaders and supervisors of the direct departments of the entire Tongda City really have no solution at all. This can only mean one thing, that is, the cadres here have never considered or thought deeply about this problem, but are just muddling through.

It is precisely because of this mentality and the refusal to think of solutions that Tongda City has accidents every year, is criticized by superiors every year, and has even become a headache for the province and even the central government.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour, but there was no progress. Seeing many people looking at their watches, Feng Sizhe knew that it was past the end of the working day, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, today's meeting ends here, let's disband. I hope everyone can continue to think of some solutions when they go back."

The meeting ended just like that, and it can be said that there was no result. This made many people wonder what Feng Sizhe meant by holding this meeting, including Mayor Ru Honghai, who was also confused. He thought Feng Sizhe would show his thundering methods, at least severely criticize a few people, but the result was that he was always in a good mood, never got angry, and even more so, he finished the meeting calmly.

Mou Guoyang heard that the meeting had no results. He was very satisfied with everyone's performance at the meeting. Everyone did not cooperate with Feng Sizhe's work, nor did they think of ways for him. This was good, which showed that although Feng Sizhe had the position of municipal party secretary, he did not have the power of municipal party secretary. So he wanted to see how Feng Sizhe would perform next. When others asked what they thought of Feng Sizhe's meeting today, which had no beginning or end, he only gave one comment, that is, playing tricks.

Mou Guoyang thought that Feng Sizhe was just looking for trouble and wanted to show his authority and power as the municipal party secretary by holding such a meeting. No matter what the result of the meeting was, at least everyone knew that Feng Sizhe was working, and that was enough. This was what Mou Guoyang and most of his comrades thought, but was it really the case?

Of course not. Feng Sizhe is not such a boring person. He held such a meeting for a reason. He was paving the way for what to do next. He really wanted to solve the safety problem of the coal mine in Tongda City. After talking with Commander Li Pwei, he quickly remembered some methods of solving coal mine safety in the future. So he held this meeting. Although he knew before that this might be a fruitless meeting, he still decided to hold it. It was not for anything else, even if it was not for the situation, it was necessary.

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