Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 91 Kid, Very Insidious

"To be honest, I have some opinions." Xia Jindong knew that his son often had unexpected opinions about the officialdom, so he was willing to discuss it with him.

He pushed his job aside, and said with a bit of indignation: "I think, as a medical worker, it is my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded. You must be a little humanitarian. There are such patients in our own system, so miserable. What about humanitarianism?"

Xia Xiaoluo thought in his heart, that's true. Director Qian is about to step down and is about to give way to Xia Jindong. If the two of them have any troubles at this time, it will definitely affect their promotion.

He wanted to untie the knot in his father's heart, and said, "Dad, I think it makes sense for Director Qian to do this."

"What? You think so too." Xia Jindong said in surprise.

"Of course. The principle of setting up government agencies is division of labor and cooperation, and each performs its duties. It cannot be absent or offside. In a situation like Tian Shengwen, the Health Bureau has no special financial allocation. If this matter is to be done by us To intervene, it can only be considered offside. When they encounter difficulties in life, they should turn to the civil affairs agency."

Xia Jindong couldn't accept it at once. He pondered for a moment, and finally had to nod.

"Think about it, if the health bureau takes care of everything, there are so many barefoot doctors, and their lives are not rich, and they all come to let our health bureau help them tide over the difficulties. The financial allocation of the health bureau is certain, where does it come from? Funds to support such a large expenditure?" Xia Xiaoluo said in an absolutely rational tone.

Xia Jindong had to admit that although these words were cruel, they were facts that could not be refuted.

He asked unwillingly: "Could it be that there is nothing we can do?"

Xia Xiaoluo said leisurely: "If we want to fundamentally solve their problems, the only way is to change blood transfusion into hematopoiesis?"

"Change blood transfusion into hematopoiesis?" This word made Xia Jindong ponder endlessly.

Xia Xiaoluo thought to herself, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that even though it's the post-90s, this vocabulary that has been rotten in government work reports is still fresh.

"Yes, poverty alleviation and relief are not the real solution to the problem. The real solution to the problem is to let them learn to make a living and create wealth. It is better to teach them to fish than to teach them to fish."

"Then what good idea do you have?" Xia Jindong's face was glowing with excitement.

"No. I'm not a god. If I have an idea, I will have an idea." Xia Xiaoluo said cheekily, and his forehead received a chestnut from his father.

On Monday, Xia Jindong walked into the office of Director Qian Shaoqun. Qian Shaoqun appeared to be in high spirits, but Xia Jindong could feel the disheartening behind his high spirits.

It is not difficult to understand Qian Shaoqun's mental state, but this incident happened just before he retired, but he felt a sense of emptiness that the world is impermanent and his official career is dangerous.

These days, he studies Huang-Lao studies every day, and his personality is even more diluted. He uses the theory of yin and yang changes in the "Book of Changes" to guide him in making bonsai. , I have a heartfelt dislike for officialdom.

Qian Shaoqun asked Xia Jindong to sit down, took out the excellent Lao Junmei, and made a cup for Xia Jindong himself.

Xia Jindong was moved, and said in a joking tone, "Director Qian, you are so polite to me, I am sincerely apprehensive."

Although this sentence was a joke, it also appropriately expressed Xia Jindong's mood.

"Hey, you boy, the director will be yours right away, and those of us who retire will pay pensions in the future, why don't we look at your face?"

Since the "Wang Junwei kidnapping incident", Qian Shaoqun has become more casual and loves to joke.

"How dare I!" Xia Jindong began to get to the point. "Do you remember that person a few days ago? The barefoot doctor in Hedian Township?"

"Remember." Qian Shaoqun frowned. "Didn't you give him money?"

Although Xia Jindong is now the deputy director, Qian Shaoqun still has an inviolable majesty in his eyes. After all, he has worked under him for ten years.

He coughed and said, "Director Qian, I don't think this is an isolated phenomenon, but a very common problem, a systemic problem. I think we need to solve it from the root cause and from the system."

Qian Shaoqun was stunned for a moment, his gaze stayed on Xia Jindong's face for a moment, he lowered his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, threw one to Xia Jindong, and stuffed one into his mouth.

Xia Jindong quickly got up and lit it for him. Xia Jindong's reaction made Qian Shaoqun feel a little turbulent. Before that, Xia Jindong was a scholar who didn't eat fireworks in the world. How did he know about lighting cigarettes for the leader? , and now slowly on the road.

I don't know whether it is worrying or happy.Everyone in the officialdom will have this process, whether it is a painful and slow transformation, or a moment of rebirth from Nirvana.

Although Xia Jindong was 34 or 34 years old, his appearance did not look old. He was only [-] and [-] years old when he became a deputy department under him. Director Qian also felt a little guilty.

I always thought that this person was too bookish, and when he was young, he would even openly contradict himself because of some problems, but these days, a violent political struggle revealed that Xia Jindong was a principled and capable cadre.More importantly, help yourself through a crisis.

Before I retire, I must support him to the top position. If things go well, and he skips two grades in five years, he can still be promoted to the city hall level cadre before the age of 40.Otherwise, he would have no chance, what a pity for a talent.

Qian Shaoqun said: "This problem is left over from history and has been pending. There is no financial allocation for this in the bureau. Even if we want to do it, we don't have the funds..."

"We can apply to the county finance department, and I will be responsible for writing a report."

"Well, we can only do this first and see if we can pass." Qian Shaoqun nodded after thinking for a moment.

In the next few days, Xia Jindong devoted himself to the investigation of the group of rural doctors, mainly investigating the number of rural doctors in Luoshui County and their family income status.

The results of the investigation made him feel a little cool in his heart.

This group once made great contributions to Huaxia's medical cause, but it was so easily forgotten.

Most of them have very low income and their families are poor, but they cannot get a little pension or comfort money.

Ten days later, he handed over an investigation report with tens of thousands of words to He Jingsheng.

He Jingsheng's office is much larger than Qian Shaoqun's, but the furnishings are also very simple and unadorned.

He looked at the report, threw it on the table, and joked: "Lao Xia, it's not natural, you haven't come to my office for so long, and you want money!"

"Hey, it's my fault for not paying homage to your magistrate's wharf. I'll take the blame another day. But you have to give me the money!" Xia Jindong said with a playful smile.

If the other cadres met He Jingsheng, they would not be as silent as cicadas, but because these two shared the same interests, Xia Jindong dared to "commit chaos".

"Look at this year's financial revenue! Where am I going to be the county magistrate? I'm just a beggar." He Jingsheng took out a financial statement made by the Finance Bureau and threw it to Xia Jindong. "Damn it, they all open their mouths to ask for money, all of them are waiting to be fed, and they don't even look at me, it's hard for a clever woman."

The county's fiscal revenue is mainly divided into three parts, one is tax, one is various miscellaneous fees, and the other is various confiscated income.

He Jingsheng brushed his hair, leaned his head back on the sofa swivel chair, and said, "We in Luoshui are a large agricultural county. The industry is not good, and we mainly rely on agricultural taxes. However, the agricultural production capacity is limited, and the wheat yield per mu is the upper limit. You can let him go Ten thousand catties? Therefore, the fiscal revenue is limited.”

He thought for a while, and felt that Xia Jindong was one of his own, so he could tell the whole story, "In addition to grain, there are also two kinds of professional growers of traditional Chinese medicine and tobacco leaves in the county. However, Chinese medicine has never been popular. Tobacco leaves, you know , there is Dong Ji there! Although the tobacco franchise, but the tobacco station can not make money."

"Yes, it still depends on industry." Xia Jindong sat on the opposite sofa and flipped through the report.

"Look at the factories directly under the county government's management, how many of them make money?"

"It's true, the agricultural machinery factory lost more than 100 million yuan last year, and the county champion red wine factory lost 30 yuan..." Xia Jindong looked at the report and frowned.

He Jingsheng said: "That's not true! What do you think these factory directors do every day?"

"A few days ago, I heard that Qu Zhiyong was the owner of our No. [-] Red Wine Factory who was hospitalized for drinking and drinking in order to pay for it!" Xia Jindong knew Qu Zhiyong, a county town as big as his fart, and knew anyone with a little reputation.

"Brother, I'm more worried than you!" He Jingsheng leaned heavily on the back of the leather swivel chair and said with a smile. "If you want to do this, I agree with both hands and feet! But, do you want money!" He Jingsheng said very "shamelessly".

"Yeah...you're poorer than me, I'm trying to figure out a way." Xia Jindong said with a sad face.

"That's right, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing!" He Jingsheng encouraged Xia Jindong with Mao Taizu's words.

After sending Xia Jindong away, He Jingsheng stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette leisurely and looking downstairs, the curling green smoke made him squint his eyes, a black Toyota Crown on the road didn't stop at the guard's place Drive into the compound of the county party committee next door.

The car is familiar with the road, and it is extremely smooth.

He Jingsheng knew that this was Dong Ji's car. Looking at the familiar license plate, he thought to himself, "We are rich and powerful. Do you really want to follow Xia Xiaoluo's method and give him a knife to bleed him? Let the knife kill the county." The finances are earned, and with [-] million, we can do a lot of things. But, how will Lu Junchao react in this case?"

Thinking of Xia Xiaoluo, he couldn't help but smile, this kid is quite insidious despite his young age.