Chapter 269: Wang Dechao

The next day.

Early in the morning, Yang Qing arrived at the municipal government.

Now there is a security office, but there is no rule of stopping people from entering; as long as you aren't carrying weapons and have explained your business, you may enter.

If you say you need to use the restroom, someone will even escort you.

If you come from below, you must also be warmly received by someone.

Now is not the future; you may never see certain people in your entire life.

Even if you want to meet the teachers now, you might only see them a few times a year.

Now, practicing sincerely comes from the masses and returns to the masses; between the two sides there is no insurmountable chasm.

Decades later, the two sides have become people from completely separate worlds.

Many people have completely turned away from their ideals.

Many people have already forgotten their faith.

Because of segregation, the masses' trust in the other side has dwindled.

To tell the truth, Yang Qing now really likes this era.

If possible, he wants to live here for a lifetime.

Alas, the world is impermanent and does not obey people's wishes.

Yang Qing knocked on Wang Dechao's door with a slight tremor.

He is about to face ten mixed hearings; it is impossible for him not to be nervous.

"Come in."

A sincere man.

Yang Qing pushed the door open and entered.

A middle-aged man, buried in work, when he saw Yang Qing, pointed to a chair.

"Wait for me a moment; pour your own water. There's tea on the table; brew it yourself."

Yang Qing wasn't that oblivious.

He briskly took Wang Dechao's large tea jar over; the water inside was cold, and he carried it out to pour.

Then he picked up a thermos, prepared a cup of tea for the mayor, and placed it beside him.

Wang Dechao, feeling someone had poured water for him, naturally said thank you.

"Thank you."

Then, thinking of something, he looked up and saw Yang Qing just seated; upon a second glance, the water cup beside him hadn't moved.

Wang Dechao felt this young fellow was somewhat interesting.

He drew a circle on the document and then put it away.

"Who are you?"

Yang Qing introduced with a smile.

"Mayor Wang, I am Yang Qing, the person in charge of the Long-term Rental project."

Wang Dechao made a look of sudden realization.

"Ah, so it's you."

He laughed and teased.

"What are you here for?"

Yang Qing wore a scowl and said, "Can you act a bit more naturally? You're about to make me want to pin you on my face."

One can only say that people now are truly pure, not yet polluted by those winding complexities.

They still don't know how to pretend, act, or use tricks.

Everything still remains superficial and hasn't penetrated to the bone.

Yang Qing exhaled, stood up, and asked.

"Then I leave?"

He said it and indeed was about to walk out.

Wang Dechao hurriedly called out.

"Come back to me."

Yang Qing stopped, then stepped back.

"Mayor, what orders do you have?"

You are waiting for the ten mixed hearings, how can you let me go?

Wang Dechao stared at Yang Qing for a while.

"Tell me, what would make you agree to let the city's people go ahead and complete the structural construction?"

"The city also needs face; if you keep dragging like this, it puts us in a difficult position."

Yang Qing, seeing them make it clear, stopped pretending to be confused.

He didn't say much, but handed over the documents he had prepared.

Wang Dechao took them, opened them, and began reading.

But once he started reading, he couldn't stop.

An hour later, Wang Dechao frowned, having finished reading.

The pencil in his hand kept tapping on the table.

After a long while, he finally spoke again.

"Do you know what you wrote?"

You are denying our current joint venture strategy.

You're backtracking.

If someone else were to read this document, not only would your background be an issue, you yourself could be arrested.

What do you call relying entirely on task assignment? What do you call lacking innovation ability? What do you call lacking initiative? What do you call crude management and a bloated structure?

And you still talk about competition and profit.

These are all nonsense.

Yang Qing didn't expect this person to react so strongly.

But what he said is all true; this is also the real reason these companies will fail in the future.

However, Yang Qing wasn't intimidated; instead, he quickly produced the second document.

As he handed it over, he then took back the first document, tore it up, and that wasn't enough—he even took out a match and set it on fire.

Afterwards, he sat down solemnly.

Wang Dechao almost laughed in anger.

You little bastard, what do you think this place is?

You burned it, so you can pretend you never wrote it?

But he still went on to read the second document.

This one is much more normal.

He proposed a flat management plan, and furthermore introduced the concepts of standardization and normalization.

Without those scary-looking words.

This document, purely from a practical standpoint, points out many current problems and offers suggestions.

Another hour passed, and he finished reading this document again.

This time he understood why Yang Qing had him read the first document.

He was trying to find a way to solve the problems pointed out in the previous document without going against social trends.

Wang Dechao thought for a long time, then finally asked.

What do you think?

Yang Qing raised his head and scratched his head.

I have no particular idea; I just feel that if everything has to be done according to an existing framework,

then doing nothing at all would be best.

Then what do we need innovation for? What do we need to surpass?

Isn't surpassing supposed to be achieved by using new knowledge and new technology? Or are we supposed to just pile on more people?

Anyone can do that; what value does it have?

If we cannot take the initiative to explore,

when will we ever have something of our own?

I feel that everything we now revere belongs to others.

(Ma En Po Lai Pin, modern knowledge is also Po Lai Pin... so much, so many, we are about to lose ourselves...)

But we have very little of our own.

I feel lost; why don't we have anything of our own?

I heard that the Southern Station of the Agricultural Technology Station has absorbed a Teacher Yuan.

Teacher Yuan had already begun researching hybrid rice, and had repeatedly urged superiors to give this research more attention.

But no one paid attention to his research, and some even thought he was seeking fame.

Even when the Agricultural Technology Station accepted him, there were people who later wanted to destroy his research results.

We do not support those who pursue innovation; many even consider innovation to be reactionary.

Just like the management style of our Long-term Rental project.

Clearly efficient, simple, and flexible, yet it is to be beaten to death with a stick.

They insist on bringing in a set of outdated things.

Saying this, Yang Qing produced a third document.

He handed it over to Wang Dechao again.

This time the document contained a large amount of data.

Yang Qing used each datum to explain to Wang Dechao that if the project's current efficiency cannot be maintained, the project will face difficulties.

Wang Dechao grew more and more alarmed as he read.

They only saw Yang Qing's endeavors growing larger and larger, but they didn't see why he was doing it on such a scale.

Dammit, the money is all borrowed—borrowed from the common folk—so if we fail to meet the preset goal, just imagine how huge a problem they'll face.