As soon as Luo Zhiyuan entered the office the next day, Song Jianjun followed in with a dark face, looked at several subordinates in a deep voice, "At ten o'clock, Secretary Deng is going to Sanmao for investigation. Who would you like to go there?"

Song Jianjun "had a meal of noodles" at the deputy editor-in-chief on duty because his manuscript yesterday was very dissatisfied with him. He believed in his seniority and contradicted him a few words. Unexpectedly, the deputy editor-in-chief reacted very fiercely, and he even slapped the table and drove him out of the office.

The leader also had a bad mood. By chance, Song Jianjun hit the leader's gun, which was inevitable.

On the way, the editor-in-chief notified him to arrange for the department's written reporters to participate in the activities of the municipal party secretary.

After hearing Song Jianjun's words, Lao Huang raised his head and said, "Director Song, I have the manuscript from the education system on hand..."

Luo Zhiyuan smiled from the side, "Director Song, why don't I go? I participated in Mayor Sun's activities the previous few times, and Sanmao also went several times to get familiar with the situation."

"Okay, then you go. Xiao Luo, don't be negligent. Secretary Deng just came to work in the city and was very strict about everything. The leaders attach great importance to his reports. You must cheer up!" Song Jianjun waved his hand and said tiredly: "Go quickly, the car from the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department is coming soon!"

...

The Hongqi, the secretary of the municipal party committee, slowly drove into the dilapidated factory compound of "Sanmao", behind them were several black Santanas. The heads of the textile bureau, the Economic and Trade Commission and other relevant municipal departments were accompanied by inspections. Then there was a gray minibus full of reporters from Anbei City media.

At this moment, "Sanmao" is in a complete suspension of production and is ready to go through the bankruptcy procedure at any time, just waiting for the city to issue an order.

But Mayor Sun Jianguo did not dare to make the decision easily for this order, and Deng Ninglin was hesitant and difficult to make a decision.

The factory director of "Sanmao" and the secretary welcomed several members of the factory leadership team to welcome the factory office building. "Sanmao" is a municipal state-owned medium-sized enterprise. The factory director and secretary are all county-level cadres and are managed by the Textile Bureau.

Luo Zhiyuan got out of the car with several colleagues from the brother media and stood aside. Seeing that Deng Ninglin's car first got off An Zhiru, the newly appointed deputy secretary-general of the municipal party committee and executive deputy director of the municipal party committee office. An Zhiru respectfully opened the car door. Deng Ninglin then walked out of the car with a calm face.

Then, several officials from municipal departments surrounded them with smiling faces.

When An Zhiru looked around, he saw Luo Zhiyuan in the reporter group, and nodded to Luo Zhiyuan with a smile. Luo Zhiyuan also smiled, but did not go over to say hello to An Zhiru. In such occasions, there are so many officials at all levels, and it seems too inappropriate to come over as an ordinary young reporter.

Deng Ninglin actually caught a glimpse of Luo Zhiyuan, but he looked solemn and looked straight. He had already walked into the office building of the "Sanmao" factory under the call of an official.

As Luo Zhiyuan speculated and predicted, when Deng Ninglin first took office, the problem of the "Sanmao" factory was the major matters that urgently needed to be handled on his desk. How to make "Sanmao" go bankrupt smoothly and how to revitalize the remaining state-owned assets in the factory is not difficult for Deng Ninglin. What is difficult is that it is impossible to resettle so many employees in the factory.

At this time, state-owned enterprises are laid off in China. But if the city forces themselves and ignores them, nearly a thousand employees will cause trouble, and there will definitely be a storm. Deng Ning cannot help but take it seriously.

Deng Ninglin was listening to the reports from relevant leaders of the "Sanmao" factory and the Textile Bureau, and suddenly heard a burst of noisy sounds coming from outside. An Zhiru hurriedly pushed the door and walked in with an ugly face, leaning in Dun Ninglin's ear and whispered a few words.

Deng Ning took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, pushed the door out.

The wide corridor was crowded with employees of the "Sanmao" factory, crowded with people and black. Judging from the movements coming downstairs, it must be that not only the corridors, but also the downstairs and the courtyard were filled with workers coming from hearing the news.

"I ask the leaders of the municipal party committee to severely punish the incompetent Sanmao Factory leadership team. The factory has come to this day, and they are the culprit!"

"Secretary Deng, the factory is bankrupt, how can we make a living?"

"Secretary Deng, we want to survive and we want to have a meal!"

"Severely punish ** elements and give employees an explanation!"

"We ask to meet Secretary Deng, Secretary Deng comes out!"

The shouts were rising and falling, and the scene was in a mess.

An Zhiru and several members of the Municipal Party Committee Office protected Deng Ninglin in front with a serious expression, while the "Sanmao" factory security department rushed forward desperately, maintaining increasingly riotous order.

Deng Ning was as heavy as water. He suddenly turned around and glanced at the director of the "Sanmao" factory. The secretary and several deputy directors. The people looked embarrassed and did not dare to look at Deng Ning Lin's majestic eyes and lowered their heads slightly.

Deng Ninglin suddenly pushed away the staff and the officials accompanying the textile bureau and strode forward.

An Zhiru was shocked and said hurriedly: "Secretary Deng, don't go there!"

Deng Ninglin smiled faintly, "If the employees of Sanmao Factory want to see me, can I still hide from me? Get out of here!"

An Zhiru hesitated for a moment. He knew Deng Ninglin's temper and did not dare to stop him anymore, so he had to let go. But he and two people from the Municipal Party Committee Office followed Deng Ninglin with their faces, with an extremely nervous expression, fearing that something would happen.

Luo Zhiyuan and other reporters were "expelled" by the surging workers to the other end of the corridor, standing there watching.

Before Deng Ning walked into the crowd of workers, he was immediately surrounded by the crowd.

"Comrades from Sanmao Factory, I am Deng Ninglin. Please be quiet and listen to me say a few words." Deng Ninglin's voice was clear and loud, slowly overwhelming the noisy sound. The scene slowly calmed down, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at Deng Ninglin.

The distance was not too far, Luo Zhiyuan clearly saw a layer of fine beads of sweat seeping out from Deng Ninglin's forehead. His majestic and thick eyebrows were frowned, and he stood there calmly and calmly, but no one knew about it.

"Comrades, I will say a few words. First, if you have any reports or opinions and suggestions, you can gather together and recommend a few representatives to talk to me. I will not leave Sanmao Factory today, and I will take enough time to listen carefully to your voice. Second, the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government will carefully investigate the problems of Sanmao Factory. If there are any problems, they will be severely punished. Of course, if it is a simple market problem, it will be a different matter."
Chapter completed!