Qi Tongwei: Sign-in relationship started during student days

Chapter 1078 (To be revised) (1)

Xu Lian nodded, took the phone, and reported the latest situation to Qi Tongwei.

Qi Tongwei was waiting to board his plane in the waiting room when he heard all this. He was deeply moved. He hadn’t expected the workers to trust him so much. He shouldn’t have pushed the job onto Ma Da in the first place.

"With so many workers crowding into a municipal party committee square, how can their basic needs for food, drink, and restrooms be guaranteed? How can they get enough sleep?" Qi Tongwei asked with concern.

Xu Lian said, "I have urgently dispatched mobile toilet trucks, military tents and other supplies. In addition, I have had a boiler set up to prepare dinner for tonight. No worker will go hungry."

"But this won't solve the fundamental problem. Here's what you should do: ask the workers to choose a person in charge, and then have that person in charge persuade them that tens of thousands of people are too many, affecting traffic and their own safety."

We can have them represent their work groups, with one or two people from each group staying behind, thus keeping the total number of people between two and three thousand.

Xu Lian said he would try his best to find a way.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Lian then met with the veteran Party members and conveyed Qi Tongwei's request.

The veteran Party members all felt that this request was very reasonable. With tens of thousands of people crammed in here, food, drink, and sanitation would be a major problem, and it would really test the coordination ability of a local government.

They then grabbed megaphones and went around mobilizing and persuading people one by one.

Soon, some workers were persuaded, selected representatives, and left, while others chose to continue waiting.

At 6:30 p.m., hot meals were delivered to the workers one after another.

There are just too many people, and we really can't supply them all at once.

Seeing this, another group of workers left one after another, representing their work groups, departments, or themselves, and went home.

By 7:30, the scorching sun had just set.

According to statistics, there are still nearly 20,000 people in the square.

A plastic sheet was laid on the cold floor tiles, and the lunchbox was placed at my feet.

Someone brought a thin blanket from home.

Some people simply wrapped themselves in their work coats and sat in a huddle.

It was pitch black.

A hot wind swept across the square, carrying fallen leaves and stirring up dust that stung people's eyes.

The streetlights came on, casting a dim yellow light on the workers' tired faces. Some were curled up and dozing, while others gazed in the direction of the municipal party committee building. Cigarette butts flickered in the darkness.

Xu Lian stood by the window, looking at the dark mass of people in the square. The cigarette between his fingers burned halfway, and the heat made him snap back to reality.

He couldn't get through to Qi Tongwei by phone; he figured the other person had probably already boarded the plane.

At 8:15, Pei Yihong, the provincial party secretary, called. He had just received the news from Xia Guanglei's report.

This incompetent young master actually dared to think he could get the provincial party committee to intervene.

Suppression.

Is this something a party member or cadre should say?

Pei Yihong gave the other party a severe scolding and ordered them to immediately return to Beishan to take charge of the appeasement work. He then urgently called Beishan.

Pei Yihong finally breathed a sigh of relief when the call connected; he was genuinely worried that something had happened to the Beishan Municipal Party Committee.

It would be terrible if something unbearable happened.

"Comrade Xu Lian, how is the situation now?"

Xu Lian reported: "The workers are currently in a relatively stable mood. They are unwilling to leave and say they want to wait for Mayor Qi to return to talk."

"Didn't Tongwei go to Europe? Did you report to him?"

"Yes, Mayor Qi boarded the plane an hour ago and will return to China around 7 a.m. tomorrow."

Pei Yihong nodded, "You've done a great job. The work of appeasing them is now entirely in your hands. We await Comrade Anbang's arrival to take charge."

"Yes!"

[After thinking about it, I decided to write it anyway, just in a different way to end it.]