Chapter 2562

At the Municipal Government, Wang Jianmin pushed open the door of the office, then walked straight to the desk, reached out and picked up the teacup placed on the table, and took a slight sip. The temperature of the tea was just right, neither hot nor cold.

His secretary, Kong Jie, was a selected student, and his talent was beyond doubt. When he first took office, he didn't specifically choose a secretary, but let the office recommend one for a trial.

At that time, Kong Jie had only been working for a short two years, and could still be considered a newcomer. Being able to be recommended to serve as the secretary of the executive vice mayor, there must have been some connections behind it.

Regarding this, Wang Jianmin knew it well, but he didn't care about these so-called background relationships, because in his eyes, what was truly important was whether the secretary possessed sufficient ability and quality.

Unexpectedly, although Kong Jie was still relatively young, his performance in the details of life was extremely outstanding, thoughtful, and meticulous; this point made Wang Jianmin very satisfied.

As for the handling of other matters, at first Kong Jie was still relatively immature. However, in Wang Jianmin's view, this was not a big problem; who didn't walk through it when they were young? Who knew everything as soon as they stepped into a new job position?

So, as a leader, you have to give young people a chance; if they don't know, they can learn. And what made Wang Jianmin even more surprised was that Kong Jie learned things very quickly, and the speed of growth was quite astonishing; in just two months, no matter what happened, he could handle it in an orderly manner.

After Wang Jianmin put down the teacup, he took a cigarette from the drawer and lit it. Subsequently, he tilted his head slightly, his body slowly leaning against the back of the chair behind him, his eyes staring at the ceiling, falling into deep thought.

For the past two days, he had been closely following the movements of the wool factory, whether it was recovering the embezzled salary funds, or issuing arrest warrants for individuals who refused to return illegal gains, and yesterday morning, a group of hooligans causing trouble at the gate of the wool factory, he knew all of it.

There was also another matter that made him feel tricky, which was the illegal and disciplinary issues of Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun. The evidence of the two people's illegal and disciplinary issues was conclusive, but Sun Baocun had been suppressing it and not handling it, which made him very angry, but he had no way at all.

Don't say he was just the executive vice mayor; even Mayor Hu Guanghui, without a proper reason, couldn't just intervene in the investigation of a case by the Discipline Inspection Commission. Mainly, no matter what you say, people just say the evidence is flawed and they are supplementing the investigation, which can push you back.

"Sigh!" Wang Jianmin sighed; if Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun were not handled as soon as possible, Zhou Andong would definitely cause trouble again. Especially yesterday morning, those hooligans running to the wool factory to cause trouble, one could see without thinking carefully that there was a black hand behind this matter.

Is Zhou Andong the kind of person who suffers losses? Look at how he caught those hooligans and fined them, and you'll know. But would Zhou Andong stop pursuing this matter just because of a little fine?

Based on his understanding of Zhou Andong, that was absolutely impossible; there would definitely be follow-up actions. Therefore, when he got up this morning, his heart was a bit flustered, and he always felt that something was about to happen.

Wang Jianmin took the last puff of his cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and casually picked up a newspaper beside him; it was the Beijing Evening News. He flipped through it casually, there was nothing that caught his attention, and he was about to put the newspaper down, when the headline of an article attracted him.

"Beware of 'Philanthropists' Who Deceive People's Hearts Under the Guise of Charity"

In the midsummer season of June, it should have been bright and sunny, but suddenly encountered a rare super-large flood disaster. This flood came fiercely and spread rapidly to all parts of the country; wherever it went, it was submerged, houses collapsed, farmland was destroyed, transportation was interrupted, and people's lives and property suffered unprecedented damage.

Facing such a ruthless natural disaster, we were not defeated, but instead showed a tenacious and unyielding spirit. The ancients said: natural disasters are ruthless, but people have feelings; this sentence deeply interprets the fine traditional virtues of the Chinese nation of uniting as one and helping each other.

After learning about the disaster, the country immediately made deployments and arrangements, all levels of government departments took emergency actions, and organized rescue teams to rush to the disaster-stricken areas to carry out rescue work. The officers and soldiers of the People's Liberation Army and the armed police force charged to the front, fearing no danger, and devoted themselves to the battle of flood fighting and rescue.

At the same time, people from all walks of life generously donated and actively extended a helping hand to the disaster area. Whether it was enterprise bosses or ordinary people, they all actively participated in donation activities, hoping to contribute their own meager strength to help those victims in distress.

Among them, there was no lack of many deeds that moved people to tears; there were innocent primary school students who hugged their beloved piggy banks tightly, donating all the pocket money they had saved for many years, more than two hundred yuan, without hesitation.

There was also an old man picking up trash in rags; although his hands were covered with dirt, he still carefully held a piece of old floral cloth, which was filled with dirty coins, all of which were one-cent, two-cent, five-cent, and one-mao coins he had earned by picking up trash. The old man walked to the donation site with a staggering gait and tremblingly handed the more than one hundred yuan to the staff...

However, just when I was deeply moved and tearful, a certain philanthropist and richest man who called himself a philanthropist appeared like a dazzling star, but the things that happened immediately after were astonishing.

When the country suffered a major disaster, the entire nation worked together to tide over the difficulties, and even young children and impoverished trash pickers donated all they had. This so-called philanthropist actually only donated a mere two million.

For ordinary people, this two million is an unreachable astronomical figure, perhaps something they couldn't earn in several lifetimes. But compared to the huge wealth owned by that glib-tongued "philanthropist" richest man, this little money doesn't even count as one hair on nine oxen.

Facing such a sharp contrast, a series of questions surged in my heart: is this richest man really devoted to charity? Or is he just borrowing the name of charity to commit fraud, trying to win people's hearts through this means, and using this to promote his company's white liquor and beverage products...

Wang Jianmin's brows were tightly wrinkled; although there was no specific name written on it, anyone who saw this "certain philanthropist richest man" knew who it was; it was almost as if Zhou Andong's ID card had been printed on the newspaper.

Wang Jianmin put the newspaper aside and picked up another one, flipped through it, and sure enough, he saw another article: "Let Charity Stay Away from Falsehood"

Society needs charity, charity rejects falsehood, and needs sincerity and integrity to support it. False charity is the greatest harm to the cause of charity and seriously harms the cause of social charity.

For the false charity behavior of a certain richest man who seeks fame and reputation, we must implement zero tolerance, tear off the mask of disguise, and punish it according to law, list it on the social blacklist, let him fail to steal a chicken and lose the rice, and give the real charity activities a name...

Wang Jianmin put down the newspaper in his hand again, picked up another one, and sure enough, he found another article criticizing false charity: "False Charity is a Wanton Trampling on Love"

Next, Wang Jianmin flipped through all the newspapers, and except for the Beijing Daily and the People's Daily, more than ten newspapers were criticizing Zhou Andong for donating two million, and a few media even called him by name and cursed.

Wang Jianmin gasped, and even he felt his scalp go numb; had Zhou Andong poked a hornet's nest? Why were so many media outlets scolding him?

"Pa pa pa..."

At this time, the office door was gently knocked, Wang Jianmin took a deep breath and shouted: "Come in!"

The door was gently pushed open, and Kong Jie walked in. He first looked at Zhou Andong, then said to Wang Jianmin: "Mayor, the three principals of the wool factory's affiliated school have brought more than thirty faculty and staff to block the gate, wanting to see the city leaders."

"What?" Wang Jianmin stood up suddenly, looked back out the window, and there was indeed a group of people standing at the gate, which made his face change.

"What do they want to do?" Zhou Andong also stood up, his face becoming very ugly, and said sternly: "Is there anything that can't be said to me?

If I can't solve it, I can come to the leader to solve it. They, the three principals, brought more than thirty faculty and staff to run over and block the gate; are they trying to rebel?"

Wang Jianmin looked at Zhou Andong; now what else did he not understand? These faculty and staff were estimated to have been brought by this kid. As for the purpose, one could think of it with their toes; it was definitely Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun.