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- Rong Huilin pulled Cuilian to her side and hugged her, comforting her softly: "Good boy, stop crying. From now on, my aunt will be your mother, and no one will dare to bully you anymore."
An An wiped away her tears, took Cuilian's hand and said, "Sister Cuilian, my sister will protect you from now on."
Zhou Mei thought that Cuilian was really Yang Luo's sister, but she didn't expect that Yang Luo "picked her up" and had such a pitiful life experience. She couldn't help but feel sympathy and wiped away tears.
Several people left the hospital, and Yang Luo got into An Qingnong's car. Rong Huilin, An An, Zhou Mei and Cuilian took a taxi and followed.
In the car, An Qingnong took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Luo, then lit one himself: "How long have you been here?"
Yang Luo looked out the window and said softly: "It's been about half a year."
An Qingnong nodded: "Is there any hope for the old man's illness?"
Yang Luo took a puff of cigarette, watched the smoke drifting away in front of his eyes, and said in a vague voice: "Let fate happen!"
Neither of the two people were talking. After a while, An Qingnong asked: "Tell me about Dahua Town."
Yang Luo rubbed his temples and recounted everything that had happened: "Luo Jinrong targeted me for the position of town committee secretary, and Li Zuoqun targeted me. I guess he had something in Luo Jinrong's hands. And that Gao Ming, I think It's because of the 500 billion investment." Speaking of this, Yang Luo sighed, "Right is indeed a good thing. With it, you have everything. Money and beauty can come at your fingertips. So crazy, not thinking about how to do something practical for the people, just using that little cleverness to do small things all day long. "
An Qingnong said: "I am also responsible for what happened."
Yang Luo took a puff of cigarette: "Our image represents the country and the government. The state has national character, people have personality, and officials must also have official character. Our country and government cannot suffer any loss because of our every move. Those who lose the hearts of the people will lose the world. As parents and officials of a place, we must learn to ask our hearts how to make our hearts peaceful."
An Qingnong closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and said no more, letting the cigarette between his fingers burn and the smoke drift away.
Yang Luo opened the car window, and a gust of cold wind swept in. He threw the cigarette butt out and closed the car window.
"Our country has a population of more than one billion, and there are many poor areas. It is wishful thinking to rely on a few businessmen to develop the economy. Therefore, we must have the courage and determination to support the development of local private enterprises, so that we can turn the local economy into a new one." Get motivated."
An Qingnong¡¯s hand hurt and the cigarette butt fell to the ground, and he hurriedly stepped on it with his foot.
¡°You don¡¯t need to tell me that I know this, and we started doing it a long time ago. But when those companies developed, most of them transferred their capital overseas and immigrated themselves. We have no way.¡±
Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at An Qingnong: "Mr. An, in recent years there has been an upsurge of private entrepreneurs immigrating overseas, and there has been a serious outflow of domestic capital. Have you ever thought about the reasons?"
An Qingnong said: "What else could be the reason? The moons in foreign countries are rounder than those in China."
Yang Luo chuckled: "Sir An, I admit what you said. Some people do think so. But I believe that most people are not willing to leave their homes. A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse." "Who would leave their hometown and go to a strange country if they were not forced to do so?"
An Qingnongyi frowned: "Having no choice but to do so? Who can force them to leave?"
"Power is the power economy that forces away the elites of private enterprises. This is not a policy issue, nor a problem of funds, technology and products, but an unfair market issue caused by corruption factors under the rights economy
State-owned enterprises rely on power to make profits, private enterprises buy power to seek profits, and more small and medium-sized enterprises are seeking power everywhere, whether they live or die. In order to get a project, they need to clear many links and use the power of others to complete the corporate plan. When all projects must be exchanged for money and power, I think everyone will feel helpless and devastated, but there is nothing they can do.
¡°And some people resell government approval documents without any physical exchange, passing a piece of paper from the hands of an official to the hands of a person in need, and then make huge profits. Unfair transactions, unfair markets, and unbalanced mentality made those private entrepreneurs helpless, devastated, and angry at the same time. So, they left, traveled across the ocean, and took away their All their savings and full of melancholy were lost. "
Yang Luo paused for a moment, then continued: "Today's enterprise development does not rely solely on the company's own technology, products, and funds. Many projects can only be obtained and completed by top-down power suppression. This is very unfair. ?Normal. It is also very dangerous for the domestic economy and our government. "
An Qingnong took a deep breath: "There are officials who use their power for personal gain, but they are still a minority."
"A few?" Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Tonight, if you go to those high-end hotels, clubs, and bars, you will see that in addition to businessmen and a limited number of ordinary citizens, they are all government officials. Their salary income is limited, and they rely on Why do you go to these places and "socialize" every day? "
An Qingnong lit another cigarette, frowned and said nothing.
Yang Luo raised a smile on his lips, not intending to let him go, and continued: "Mr. An, this winter is very cold, but the cold weather is not as cold as the heart. The people have lost confidence in us, and in some places there is so much resentment. Take the garbage dump incident as an example. Li Zuoqun was committing a crime by disregarding people's livelihood for the sake of his own political achievements. And instead of holding him accountable, you, the superior leader, suppressed the incident because of the garbage dump. , there are still several innocent people serving their sentences in prison. Are they guilty of protecting their homes for their own legitimate interests? "
Yang Luo¡¯s words shocked An Qingnong deeply. He was the secretary of the provincial party committee, and there were some things that no one would tell him. Even if he went down to inspect, what he saw was carefully decorated. Of course he would not know about the problems encountered by those people who are still struggling at the bottom.
"I have arranged for people to investigate the series of problems that occurred in Dahua Town, and it is estimated that they will be investigated in the next two days."
Yang Luo nodded with satisfaction, and after a while he suddenly asked: "What's the origin of that Gaoming?"
An Qingnong said: "I used to be Wan Fusheng's secretary."
"Wan Fusheng?"
"Executive Vice Governor."
Yang Luo suddenly realized: "No wonder that guy's eyes have grown to the top of his head. I wonder how you could bring such an idiot to Dahua County and become my superior."
An Qingnong smiled bitterly: "There is no way."
Yang Luo cursed: "Damn, it's about balancing again. Can you sincerely do something good for the people and select a few young cadres who are truly capable?"
An Qingnong said: "This is not a balancing act, Gao Ming is still capable. Although he is much worse than you, a top student at Harvard, he is also an economics major and has a master's degree."
"Shit, why didn't I see what he was capable of?"
By this time, the car had stopped, and the driver said, "Secretary, we're home."
Yang Luo and An Qingnong pushed open the door and got out of the car, while Rong Huilin and the others also got out of the taxi behind them.
The driver raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He was forty-five years old and had been with An Qingnong for nearly twenty years. From being the party secretary of a prefecture-level city in Anqingnong to now, among the people I have come into contact with, everyone who meets Anqingnong is respectful and respectful. Even my relatives and juniors tremble when they see Anqingnong. Unexpectedly, Yang Luo, a young man, chatted with An Qingnong so casually, and later even used foul language. It was simply unbelievable to him.
Watching Yang Luo walk into the No. 1 Building of the Provincial Party Committee, he murmured thoughtfully: "It seems that this young man is not just a junior Secretary An."
"Come in!" Rong Huilin opened the door and greeted.
Yang Luo walked in and looked around the room, then walked to the sofa and sat down, leaned back lazily, picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV.
"Mr. An, you, the secretary of the provincial party committee, are not so poor. Your broken TV is almost an antique and you don't want to replace it."
An Qingnong sat next to Yang Luo and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He waved to Zhou Mei: "Comrade Zhou Mei, don't be polite. Come and sit."
Since the moment she met An Qingnong and Rong Huilin, Zhou Mei was very nervous. An An kept chatting in the car, which made her relax a little. Now that I'm at home, I'm starting to get nervous again.
Hearing An Qingnong¡¯s words, he hesitated, pulled Cuilian and sat down on the other side of Yang Luo, with his butt next to the edge of the sofa and his body straight.
Rong Huilin said: "You guys chat, I'll cook."
When Zhou Mei heard this, she stood up hurriedly: "Auntie, where is the kitchen? I'll do it."
Rong Huilin laughed: "You are a guest, how can I let you cook, or sit here and watch TV?"
At this time, An An walked out of the kitchen with a fruit plate and drinks: "Sister Zhou, just stay here, my mother can handle it by herself."
Rong Huilin glared: "You are the only one who talks a lot, come here and help."
An An stuck out her tongue: "Mom, are you not afraid of what I will do?"?Eating dead people? "
Rong Huilin patted her on the head: "There's so much nonsense."
Zhou Mei said, "I'd better go help." After saying that, regardless of An An's obstruction, she walked into the kitchen with Rong Huilin.
An Qingnong sat there reading the newspaper, Yang Luo watched the TV, while An An and Cuilian stared at each other.
After a while, An An pulled Cuilian and said, "Let's go to my sister's room to play games."
Soon, the strong aroma of vegetables wafted from the kitchen. There were two girls shouting in An An's room.
"Cuilian, hit him quickly, yes, shoot."
Time passed little by little, and more than an hour later, Zhou Mei put the last scrambled egg on the table.
Rong Huilin walked out of the kitchen: "It's time to eat." Listening to the sounds of fighting and game music inside, she shook her head helplessly, "These two crazy girls." Then she walked to the door of An An's room and knocked on it. He knocked on the door and said, "Stop playing, it's time to eat."
After finishing the meal, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Yang Luo stood up and said, "When we are full and drunk, let's go."
An An asked hurriedly: "Where to go?"
Yang Luo said: "Of course we need to find a place to sleep."
An'an said: "Where can I find it? Let's stay at home."
Yang Luo shook his head: "I have done too many things that I have done wrong, and I can't sleep at your house."
An Qingnong waved his hand: "If you want to leave, just leave. I feel upset just looking at him."
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