Suddenly, more than 100 reporters from the provincial and national media rushed into the small Changhai City. They were all here to interview the widow who had set herself on fire during the forced relocation.
Changhai City rarely received so many reporters. In the past, when the city held events, they needed to invite reporters from the news media to interview and publicize. The head of the publicity department, Yu Xiangguo, had to travel to the province, the city, and even Beijing. He had to bring a truck that was specially used to pull Changhai City's local specialties. He had to go around begging for gifts and begging for interviews, but they would ignore him and give him a cold face.
However, who would have thought that Yu Xiangguo would sit at home this time and not use the truck that pulled the local specialties to beg for help? He actually came uninvited.
For a time, Yu Xiangguo's threshold was about to be kicked to pieces.
These reporters weren't real either. There were also people who had fake reporter credentials or special reporter credentials for certain newspapers and magazines. They went around asking about news events (especially news events like demolition and self-immolation, coal mine explosions, bridge collapses, water conservancy projects, and so on that scared officials, angered the people, and angered the higher-ups). Then, they wrote so-called real news reports that were absolutely negative to the local government and showed them to the officials. The purpose was clear. If you didn't spend money to settle them, you would have to pay the painful price of being exposed or being involved in corruption cases.
There were not many fools who would run into the muzzle of a gun. They knew that the other party was blackmailing them, but they did not satisfy their unreasonable and immoral demands.
Therefore, many people had to swallow their anger and "make friends" with those ancestors (fake reporters) in order to appease the situation. They had to spend money to drink with them. These were the ancestors that they hated and had a headache over, and they could not afford to offend!
These ancestors of reporters with different identities, different purposes, and different missions and responsibilities made the head of the propaganda department, Yu Xiangguo, flustered and flustered. They were all clamoring to interview the party involved in the incident, and they wanted to interview the Municipal Party Secretary Ping Tiemin.
The streets and alleys of Chang Hai City were filled with the discontent of the common people. People sympathized with the poor widow and her daughter and vented their grievances on the municipal party committee and the municipal government.
Of course, there were also some middle-level and municipal leaders who were cursing. Hu Fenglin, the director of the National People's Congress, was one of them. When the Municipal Party Committee's Standing Committee was discussing the matter, Hu Fenglin had strongly opposed Ping Tiemin's rash advance. Although the other leaders who participated in the meeting or attended the meeting voted for it under Ping Tiemin's pressure, they were actually very dissatisfied, especially the local officials of Changhai City, who were even more unhappy. They knew that the consequences of Ping Iron Man's reckless actions were something that they would have to bear bit by bit. Therefore, when these people returned home, or in their circle of friends, there were still discussions.
Now, the widow had set herself on fire because of the forced demolition, and she was still being rescued in the People's Hospital of Tailing City. Her life and death were unknown. The police, court personnel, and construction bureau personnel who had participated in the forced demolition had witnessed the tragic scene of the disabled woman kneeling in the mud and begging for Lin Ming's name. Even when they returned home, they still had lingering fears. How could they not tell their family members?
As for the elderly and aunties from the neighborhood committee who spent most of their time with the widows and disabled women, they had been doing their best to stop the forced demolition and the violence against the disabled women. Now that the tragedy had happened, their hearts ached so much that they were about to die. Even in their dreams, they were awakened by the tragic scene that day. They cried all day and cursed Lin Ming and the court and police officers for being inhumane.
After the widow self-immolation incident, Hu Fenglin's loud voice was like a loudspeaker, broadcasting discontent everywhere without caring about anything. Regarding the following discussions, the City Party Secretary Ping Tiemin's long ears could hear them clearly. There were already people who had reported these discussions to him.
The head of the propaganda department, Yu Xiangguo, reported the most and was the most detailed. In addition, in order to gain the trust of Ping Tiemin, the Deputy Chief of the police station, Yin Zhanming, had provided information to Ping Tiemin time and time again to gain his trust and good impression. Zhang Zhili, the leader of the Chinese People's Political Conference, also seized the opportunity to invite Ping Tiemin to his house to play Go. In the midst of the tea and chess, he subtly conveyed the discontent of his old rival, Fatty Hu, to Ping Tiemin.
For a moment, Ping Tiemin was caught in an awkward situation.
Before the reporters, who were of high status and were noisy and difficult to deal with, could be dealt with, the city's officials and masses were discussing and expressing their dissatisfaction. Some even cursed, making the situation a little messy and difficult to clean up.
Ping Tiemin was so angry that he could ignite it with a match.
He hated Hu Fenglin, but he couldn't do anything to him. This damn Fatty Hu always liked to put on airs and didn't put him in his eyes at all. He would open his mouth and make a broadcast at any time. However, he was a landlord in Changhai City and had been an official here for many years. His foundation was very deep!
Ping Tiemin's head hurt. He really had blisters on his mouth, yellow urine, and couldn't sleep. He kept taking medicine!
Fortunately, there was no movement from Du Bin at the municipal government. Other than scolding Lin Ming and Huang Yong at Tailing City Hospital, he did not express any dissatisfaction after returning. Moreover, he made a prompt decision to properly deal with the aftermath of the widow's disabled daughter, so that the public's resentment did not continue to intensify. Ping Tiemin was quite satisfied with this, and even somewhat grateful. At the very least, there was no conflict between Chang Hai City's top and second-in-command, so he would not be too passive and would not be divided from within. If Du Bin was on the same page as him, then no matter how much Fatty Hu complained, broadcasted, or complained, it would not cause too much harm to him.
To be honest, Ping Tiemin wasn't too worried about the widow's self-immolation. He had read from the newspapers and the Internet that self-immolation, jumping off buildings, or gathering people to obstruct forced demolition often happened all over the country. In the end, no major leaders of any city or county were dismissed or demoted.
This was because they all had some very pleasant and pleasant terms to cover up. They were doing it to develop the economy, to build and operate the city, and to solve the housing problem of the ordinary people.
In order to shut the mouths of those gossiping, Ping Tiemin once again informed the city leaders and relevant departments and announced an iron rule. Other than the head of the publicity department, Yu Xiangguo, no individual, unit, or leader of any level in Changhai City was allowed to privately accept interviews from reporters. They were also not allowed to casually spread rumors and disturb the public. Otherwise, the adverse consequences caused by this would be severely punished by the party!
After receiving the news, Xu Tao, the chief of Tai Ling Shi, was not very happy. He called Ping Tiemin to complain about his carelessness and the trouble he had caused. He instructed Ping Tiemin to pay close attention to this matter and not ignore it indifferently. He had to calm the situation down as soon as possible and not let it spread.
Ping Tiemin made a promise to Xu Tao, saying that he would earnestly carry out Chief Xu's instructions and settle the situation as soon as possible.
He asked Yu Xiangguo to ask for a sum of money from the finance director and gave each reporter 5,000 yuan as a hush money. The central media reporters each gave 10,000 yuan. The finance director saw that the powerful member of the Standing Committee had personally come to find him, and with Ping Tiemin's verbal orders, he didn't dare to neglect. However, he was also in a difficult position because according to the financial discipline, every expenditure of financial funds had to be signed by the chief of the Shi, Du Bin, before it could take effect. This was the so-called " one pen approval of money."
The finance director wanted Yu Xiangguo to get Du Bin to sign it. Yu Xiangguo was unhappy and felt that he was making things difficult for him. He hung up the phone with Ping Tiemin in his office and said,"Secretary Ping, things are a little difficult. The Financial Bureau said that they must have Du Bin's signature and approval before they can allocate funds!”He clenched his teeth so hard that it felt like he was going to break his teeth to vent his anger.
Ping Tiemin naturally understood the meaning of his "ah". The anger in his heart burned as he said,"Give him the phone. I'll talk to him.”
Yu Xiangguo was a little smug, but he also had the attitude of watching the show. He glanced at the director of the finance department and said,"Chief, Secretary Ping would like you to answer the call personally.”
The finance director knew that Ping Tiemin was angry, so he took the phone.
"What? My words don't work!”Ping Tiemin was too lazy to talk to him. His tone was serious and cold. He was just a finance director, but he was just a section-level cadre. What's so awesome about it? You're just an ordinary side dish in my eyes. If you make me unhappy, I'll fire you whenever I want!
"No, I didn't." When the director of the finance bureau heard Ping Tiemin's voice, his heart trembled. He didn't know how to defend himself.
"What do you mean? What?" Ping Tiemin roared impatiently," Don't waste your breath on me. Hurry up and do as Yu Xiangguo says. His will is my will!”Ping Tiemin slammed the phone on the ground.
Everyone received a considerable amount of hush money. Those reporters had had enough fun in Chang Hai City and had eaten enough. They disappeared overnight.
At this point, the widow's self-immolation incident had finally subsided.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。