Qian Lingyun sat below Peng Yutao with a serious face. At this moment, all the standing committee members gathered in the meeting room of the Municipal Party Committee.
The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn and depressing, as if an invisible layer of pressure was hanging over everyone.
The topic they discussed today was still the proposal on the disposal of the assets of the No. 1 Cotton Mill, which had been put on hold after Lan Xiaoqin was taken away by the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.
This question is like a heavy stone, weighing on everyone's heart.
"Everyone is here, let's start the meeting." With Peng Yutao's calm words, the asset disposal plan decision-making officially began.
Peng Yutao's voice was steady and powerful, yet with a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.
Qian Lingyun has read a lot of information about the No. 1 Cotton Mill these days.
What impressed him most was that the total number of employees in Cotton Mill No. 1 was 2,200, and the number of insured employees was 1,675.
Since the cotton mill declared bankruptcy, more than 2,000 employees have been forced to be laid off. In some families, both husband and wife worked in the factory. After being laid off, the entire family completely lost their source of income.
In the past two months, there have been numerous petitions from cotton mill workers. On one occasion, hundreds of people gathered in front of the city government to report problems.
At that time, the city patrol team mobilized more than one hundred law enforcement officers to barely stabilize the situation.
If the issue of employee benefits cannot be resolved first, I am afraid that these two thousand people will not sit idly by and watch the cotton mill assets be sold.
Once the cotton mill is sold, these two thousand plus employees will no longer have an organization to pay their social security. What will happen to them after they retire?
Who will pay for this? How?
If the workers petition collectively, or even petition to a higher level, and cause trouble, who will bear the responsibility?
The worry on Qian Lingyun's face became more and more intense. Now they were not discussing how to sell the cotton mill and to whom.
But the question is how to stabilize these more than 2,000 employees first.
Peng Yutao leaned forward slightly, crossed his fingers, looked around the room seriously, and spoke calmly.
"The disposal of the assets of the Cotton Mill No. 1 cannot be delayed any longer. It would be best if we could reach a consensus today and implement it as soon as possible."
Peng Yutao's eyes were firm and resolute, as if the issue had become urgent and could not be delayed any longer.
"As everyone knows, our Pingyang City has few industries and meager tax revenue. Compared with neighboring urban areas, there is a big gap in infrastructure and investment attraction."
"My opinion is that Mayor Qian should be in charge, and Deputy Mayor Zhang Yi should be in charge, with the cooperation of the finance, urban construction, investment promotion, and Development and Reform Commission departments to package and sell the assets of the Cotton Mill No. 1 as soon as possible."
Peng Yutao's tone was decisive and resolute, as if this decision was the only way out.
"In this way, our city's finances will not only receive a considerable amount of income, but also get rid of a bottomless pit that can never be filled."
"I've finished speaking. Please express your opinions on whether you support or not!" Peng Yutao leaned back slightly, picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip. While drinking tea, he raised his eyes and secretly observed the expressions of everyone.
"You all have no objection? Then let's vote directly!" Seeing that everyone was watching, looking at each other, and no one spoke. Peng Yutao raised his lips slightly and took the opportunity to propose a vote by raising hands.
"Let me say a few words." Qian Lingyun sat up straight, glanced at everyone, and finally fixed his eyes on Peng Yutao.
Qian Lingyun's eyes were full of determination and confidence, as if he was fully prepared.
Peng Yutao smiled and said, "Old Qian, just tell me what you want to say."
There was a hint of anticipation and curiosity in Peng Yutao's voice. He wanted to know if Qian Lingyun would have any different opinions.
Everyone looked at Qian Lingyun, curious whether he wanted to support Peng Yutao or oppose him.
Their eyes were full of confusion and expectation, as if they were waiting for a wonderful debate.
Qian Lingyun didn't even say a word of foreshadowing or opening remarks, and directly expressed his thoughts, "I think it is not the right time to sell the assets of the Cotton Mill No. 1."
Hearing this, Peng Yutao frowned slightly.
He suggested selling it immediately, but Qian Lingyun thought the time was not right.
Isn't this just playing against him?
Peng Yutao tapped the table lightly, looked at Qian Lingyun with a half-smile and said, "Old Qian, it's not what you think now, but the city's finances can no longer delay! As the mayor, don't you have any awareness? If it continues like this, it will be a problem whether the government can operate normally!
I hope that when you express your personal opinions, you can consider the overall situation and not be individualistic. Since you think the time is not right, then tell me, when is the time? "
There was a hint of anger and dissatisfaction in Peng Yutao's voice, as if he was questioning Qian Lingyun's decision.
The standing committee members present couldn't help but laugh in their hearts when they saw Qian Lingyun being questioned by Peng Yutao.
A municipal party secretary and a mayor, the two of them were confronting each other at the Standing Committee meeting. This kind of excitement is not easy to see.
Faced with Peng Yutao's questioning, Qian Lingyun was not at all flustered, nor did he care what the people present thought of him.
He talked about the matter at hand and said with a serious expression, "Secretary Peng, now it's not a question of whether the finances can be turned around, but whether the government can hold on!"
Everyone looked at Qian Lingyun in surprise, not understanding the meaning of his words.
Their eyes were full of confusion and curiosity, as if they were waiting for Qian Lingyun's explanation.
Qian Lingyun slammed the table, feeling extremely angry when he thought of the more than 2,000 laid-off workers who were ignored.
He looked around at everyone coldly, and finally frowned and stared at Peng Yutao and said, "Do you know that since I took office, there have been a total of 127 petitions in the city, and as many as 80 serious group petitions. Among these 87 serious petitions, 75 were from laid-off workers from the First Cotton Mill!"
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