Chapter 1379

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Xiaohua walked out of Chen Yuancheng's office, taking a deep breath to adjust his state.

Was doing this really wrong?

He began to think over the words Chen Yuancheng had said.

He did not resent Chen Yuancheng, but instead tried to stand in his position and view the problem.

It was very obvious: if this report of his were seen by superiors, their reaction would certainly be to feel that the Poverty Alleviation Office's work was not thorough enough, and then they would demand they carry out work even more deeply.

And how to quantify this work became a major problem.

And if they really quantified it concretely, it would add many unnecessary links.

Naturally, it would increase the workload.

Chen Yuancheng was not wrong; as Director of the Poverty Alleviation Office, he had to think for the whole office, otherwise the people below would complain about him and not obey his leadership, and his future work would be hard to carry out.

But, thinking from another angle, could the problems Wang Xiaohua raised just be left alone?

Not facing them now, not handling them now — if problems arise later, who will take responsibility?

Most importantly, clearly some problems can be avoided just by taking precautions in advance.

Do we have to wait until problems break out, then spend even more manpower and resources to cover them up?

After a round of analysis, Wang Xiaohua understood Chen Yuancheng's anger, yet still did not feel he had done anything wrong.

If Zhao Futian were allowed to continue acting recklessly, and one day Zhao Futian caused a loss of life, that would be a huge matter.

"Wang Xiaohua, got scolded by Director Chen, right?"

At this moment, Lin Aijun walked over.

The look in her eyes toward Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but reveal sympathy:

"I told you early on not to write the report, you insisted on writing it, brought the scolding on yourself, didn't you!"

Wang Xiaohua looked at Lin Aijun:

"Do you also think I was wrong?"

Lin Aijun just said:

"Let me put it this way: whoever makes me increase my workload, I think that person is wrong!"

Wang Xiaohua didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"Your mindset, how is it the same as those slick veterans in the outside workplace?"

Lin Aijun rolled her eyes:

"How else would it be."

Wang Xiaohua then said:

"Have you ever thought: what if one day Zhao Futian can't hold back and rapes Wang Aidi, causing her one corpse two lives — who would take responsibility for that then?"

Lin Aijun dismissed it:

"No way, Zhao Futian at most just teases Wang Aidi, how could he possibly kill her?"

Wang Xiaohua, however, said:

"I'm talking about the worst-case scenario; assuming this worst case happens, who takes responsibility?"

Lin Aijun just spread her hands:

"Anyway, it's got nothing to do with me; what the higher-ups order down, what I'm supposed to do I've all done! Director Chen is the one who carries the big pot; he's the Poverty Alleviation Office Director, I'm just a little nobody, it's not my turn to shoulder responsibility!"

Wang Xiaohua was momentarily at a loss for words.

Lin Aijun had already evolved into a slick veteran.

You say she's irresponsible — daily work, whatever should be done she does.

But you say she's responsible — beyond her proper duties, anything extra you ask her to do, she'd rather die than do it!

In the system, slick veterans like her are a dime a dozen.

Especially those who've stayed at the grassroots a long time, with no hope of promotion, this life until retirement they might at best barely scrape a Section Chief rank, so they become salted fish, lie flat, only do their share of things, the rest — whether should be done or shouldn't be done — they don't do any of it!

Even if they see where the problem lies, they won't report it upward.

Choose to turn a blind eye.

Because if you report it upward, the higher-ups need you to solve the problem.

That's equivalent to adding workload to yourself for no reason!

"Sister Aijun, why did you come to the Poverty Alleviation Office?"

Wang Xiaohua at this moment asked Lin Aijun this one sentence.

Lin Aijun's expression shifted slightly.

Her tone became complex:

"When I first came, I was like you, full of hot blood, serve the people, help the masses shake off poverty, but later, I discovered I was too insignificant, fundamentally unable to change anything."

Wang Xiaohua then asked:

"So you just retreated? Went numb? What about your original aspiration?"

Lin Aijun trembled slightly again.

Her original aspiration had long since been extinguished in trivial work.

"Don't give me those empty high-sounding words; wait half a year, if you can still be as full of passion as now, then come say these things to me!"

Wang Xiaohua said:

"Half a year from now, I'll still be exactly like this. Never mind half a year — one year, two years, three years. My thinking might change, but the original intention in my heart will not change!"

Wang Xiaohua spoke again at this moment:

"Director Chen doesn't want to handle Zhao Futian's matter, but I have to handle it."

"How will you handle it?" Lin Aijun asked with a face full of dislike.

"At the very least, I can't let him continue to go harm Wang Aidi." Wang Xiaohua said so.

Lin Aijun, however, said:

"Zhao Futian goes to harm Wang Aidi in the middle of the night, and Wang Aidi is foolishly fond of eating sausage. So how will you handle it? Are you going to move to Shanwei Village and stand guard over Wang Aidi?"

Wang Xiaohua's brows furrowed slightly.

For a moment he couldn't answer Lin Aijun's question.

After a long while, he finally uttered a sentence:

"It seems the saying 'poverty alleviation must start with the will' is truly not false. To thoroughly solve the problem, we must first make lazybones like Zhao Futian change their thinking and notions."

Wang Xiaohua returned to the Changjiang Village Committee side and continued his work.

He followed Lin Aijun, and in succession visited the 56 poor households, 9 monitored households, and 23 marginal households across the 8 natural villages of the Changjiang Village Committee.

He carefully understood each household's situation and recorded it in a notebook.

Population numbers, economic conditions, difficulties faced, and so on.

He made detailed records.

As for that hidden danger Zhao Futian, he took the initiative to run over to Shanwei Village every few days to check the situation. Every time he went, he chatted with Zhao Futian for a while, telling him in various ways not to do things that crossed the line, otherwise his poverty subsidy would be cancelled.

Although it was like playing the lute to a cow, Zhao Futian was absent-minded every time, letting it go in one ear and out the other, but Wang Xiaohua still patiently persuaded and guided him.

However, even so.

This day, trouble still happened.

Wang Xiaohua, as usual, came to Shanwei Village with Lin Aijun to visit poor households.

As a result, when they visited Zhao Congming's family, they discovered that the poverty alleviation subsidy just distributed this month to the three members of Zhao Congming's family had already been spent entirely by Zhao Congming.

Lin Aijun didn't take this to heart.

Wang Xiaohua, upon hearing it, immediately heard something was off.

So he hurriedly asked:

"Zhao Congming, where did all your money go?"

Zhao Congming laughed foolishly:

"Buy, buy, buy food, tasty food."

"What tasty food did you buy?"

"Sau, sau, sausage, tasty."

Zhao Congming pulled out several Shuanghui Sausages from a broken shoe under the bed, laughing foolishly.

Lin Aijun only felt something was off at this moment:

"Wait, just a few sausages, and it used up the entire subsidy?"

Zhao Congming laughed foolishly:

"Tasty, tasty, you all, want to eat?"

Lin Aijun sighed:

"A fool is just easily deceived."

Wang Xiaohua hurriedly asked:

"Who sold you the sausage?"

Zhao Congming said foolishly:

"Zhao, Zhao Futian, tasty, tasty... this sausage, gave it to my wife, not the same..."