Chapter 70
When Ye Manzhi proposed giving political lessons to residents, Zhang Qinjian thought her idea was good.
When he heard that the other party wanted to invite the mayor to give a lecture, the good idea turned into a beautiful one.
This young man is really bold!
How can you dream of letting the mayor come to the street to give a political and ideological class to a group of residents?
The first step to inviting the mayor is that you need to be able to meet the mayor, right?
As a grassroots unit, how could they have such connections to contact the mayor?
If he had such powerful connections, he would have quit working on the streets long ago!
Zhang Qinjian muttered to himself for a moment, then faced Ye Manzhi again with a calm expression, saying, "Your idea is good, but inviting the mayor is quite difficult. Since you came up with the idea for the large classroom, go for it. You already have a clear idea of who to invite, and I'll do my best to support you wherever you need my cooperation."
Ye Manzhi knew that he wanted to give up.
Whatever is just right!
She thought narrowly that this was a job she had come up with for herself in order to secure her position as deputy director.
If anyone can interfere, then what role does she have?
"Then I'll try to invite him first. If we can't contact the mayor, we'll settle for the next best thing and invite the district chief or leaders of other units. But Director, you should also prepare some lecture content. This event is organized by our neighborhood committee, so the director will definitely have to give a lecture to the public..."
"Well, I'll think about it."
Ye Manzhi smiled secretly, thinking that Old Zhang had picked up Qiao again.
She sprinkled some water on the asparagus fern on the windowsill and began to think about how to invite the mayor.
After becoming deputy director, she moved to Zhang Qinjian's original seat.
Director Zhang has his own flaws, but when it comes to hygiene, there's really nothing to complain about. The desk, drawers, and even the windowsill next to it are all spotless.
Ye Manzhi's original seat was next to the door, and there was no condition for growing flowers, so this time she placed two pots of flowers on the windowsill.
One pot is of asparagus fern given by Lin Qingmei, and the other pot is of cactus given by Wu Zhengrong.
The two pots of seedlings grew particularly vigorously under the sun. He stared at the green plants for a long time, and then took out the letter paper and decided to write a letter to the mayor, inviting him to give a class in the classroom on Guangming Street!
However, she wrote for an entire afternoon and wasted a lot of manuscript paper, but she was still not satisfied with the content of the letter.
When Wu Zhengrong heard that she was going to write a letter to the mayor, his expression was indescribable.
"Director Ye, how about I use my connections to help you connect with the mayor?"
He was the military representative of the factory, and actually had little chance to deal with the mayor. If he wanted to get in touch with the mayor, he had to find some roundabout ways to get a say.
That would be more reliable than her writing a letter to the mayor.
"It's okay. I'll think of a solution myself. I heard that the Municipal People's Committee has a mailbox specifically for receiving letters from the public. I'll write to the mailbox first. What if my letter gets delivered to the mayor?"
Wu Zhengrong shook his head. "Those letters probably rarely make it to the mayor. They're usually handled by the staff of the General Office, categorized, and sent to the appropriate units for resolution."
"It's okay. Let's give it a try. It doesn't cost anything. If the mayor gets my invitation letter, I'll make a killing!" Ye Manzhi kicked him under the desk with her toes. "Tell me, how can I make my letter stand out from all the other letters and get it to the mayor?"
Wu Zhengrong clamped her unruly feet between his knees and said seriously, "First, you must have substance in your words, and second, you must do the opposite."
"Why do you do the opposite?" Ye Manzhi stretched out his other foot and kicked him.
"There are probably quite a few letters sent to the mayor every day. If you write too formally, the staff will probably only read the beginning and quickly categorize your letter. They may not have the patience to read it all the way through."
Wu Zhengrong clamped both of her feet together and then held them with his hands.
Ye Manzhi felt itchy when he touched her, and kicked her feet randomly a few times.
However, Wu Zhengrong's desk was very wide, and in order to stretch her foot to kick him, her butt could only reach the edge of the chair.
When both parties were fighting for the right to use the feet, her butt suddenly slipped off the edge of the chair and fell to the ground with a plop!
Both of them were shocked by this sudden change.
Wu Zhengrong quickly let go of her feet and stood up to check her injuries.
"Ah—" Ye Manzhi yelled in embarrassment, "Wu Zhengrong, you bastard! I'm going to complain to grandma. This is how you always bully me!"
Wu Zhengrong picked her up from the ground and said, "Let me see if your butt is broken into pieces!"
"No!" Ye Manzhi slapped away the hand that was rubbing his butt.
It doesn't hurt, but it's a bit embarrassing!
She ignored Wu Zhengrong that day, but his suggestion was acceptable.
After Ye Manzhi returned home, she carefully wrote a letter to the mayor and mailed it early the next morning.
She waited silently for several days, but never received a reply or a phone call.
She had to admit that writing a letter to the mayor didn't seem very reliable, and she had to think of other ways.
After considering it for a few days, Ye Manzhi decided to go to the district and ask District Chief Mu for help.
"Oh, the director is going out?" Liu Jinbao said with a smile, "What's the matter? Let me help run errands! I can flatter the boss!"
"I'd like to invite the mayor to participate in an event on our street. You can help me run the event."
"Invite the mayor, but I can't run." Liu Jinbao retracted his neck.
"Also, the deputy director is the deputy director. If you call me director, where does that put Director Zhang?"
Zhang Qinjian and Liu Jinbao: “::::::”
Why does this sound so familiar?
As he stepped out of the door, Ye Manzhi thought to himself, it actually felt quite good to say this, no wonder Director Zhang loved to find fault with people so much.
…
This was the first time Ye Manzhi came to the district to see Mulan after she was promoted.
The female secretary at the door heard that she was the deputy director of Guangming Street and knew that she was the leader's old subordinate, so she politely let her in.
When Ye Manzhi saw Mulan, she smiled and said, "Director, you are so awesome now! You even have a secretary to serve you!"
"Haha, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality." Mulan murmured, "I was also not used to it at first, but after using it for a few days, I gradually discovered the benefits of having a secretary."
When she was in the street office, although she was the director, the unit was small, with only eight people in total. Where could she find a secretary?
Now that she has come to the district, her unit has grown and her office conditions have also improved.
"How's your work at Guangming Street lately? You suddenly came here, is there something going on?"
Ye Manzhi nodded and introduced the idea of socialist ideological and political education class to her.
"Since you want to invite the mayor, there must be some way, right?" Mulan asked.
"I've only met the mayor once, at the fair before the Lunar New Year. I guess he's so busy that he's forgotten me. I can't get into the mayor's office, so I can only write him a letter to invite him."
Mulan shook her head. She had the same idea as Wu Zhengrong. She felt that writing a letter was unreliable and might not be delivered to the mayor.
"What shall we do then?"
Mulan said, "The 15th of every month is the mayor's reception day. On that day, he will personally receive some people's representatives. Every month, he will select a representative to work with the neighborhood residents and reflect the people's voices. You can consider signing up to be this people's representative."
Ye Manzhi felt that her chances of becoming a people's representative were slim, so she verbally agreed. However, she still discussed this with Mulan, "Director, we plan to have several classes in our People's Classroom. Why don't you go back and give them to everyone?"
Mulan didn't mince words and said bluntly, "I'm from Guangming Street. Everyone's familiar with me. Who would be interested in listening to my lectures? First, try to invite the mayor. If that doesn't happen, I'll help you invite District Chief Liu or Secretary Lu. Your idea for this ideological and political course is great. If you want to achieve results, it's best to invite some influential leaders."
The most influential person is of course the mayor!
But Ye Manzhi also knew that it was quite difficult.
After returning from the district, she thought about the whole thing again and felt that she could make preparations for both situations.
The letter to the mayor has been sent. Now all I have to do is sign up and strive to become a people's representative this month or next month.
*
On the other side of the city, the Office of the Municipal People's Committee.
Luo Heng delivered the three letters from the people to the desk of the director of the general office.
"What's the situation with these three letters?" Director Chen asked.
"The first one was a collective letter from the people at Binjiang Steel Plant, mainly about the last time they came to the city to petition."
"The second letter was from someone complaining about the chaotic house number system in the city. There were four instances of the same number, A, B, C, and D."
Director Chen returned the second letter and said, "Why would you just send it directly to the municipal transportation department? Why would you give it to me?"
"The writer of the letter is Comrade Qi Qianjin."
Director Chen: “…”
Qi Qianjin is an old comrade who retired from the city. In recent years, he has been more concerned about urban development, and city leaders often listen to his opinions.
Director Chen wrote a few words on the letter, signed his name, pushed the envelope back, and gave it to the municipal transportation department.
"What's with the third letter?"
Luo Heng's expression was odd for a moment. After a long pause, he finally said, "The third letter is a bit complicated. It's from the mayor. Why don't you take a look at it first?"
Director Chen said no more and took out the two pieces of letter paper from the envelope.
Dear Mayor, hello!
[It's been half a year since we last met. I wonder if you still remember me...]
Seeing this, Director Chen couldn't help but take out his glasses case and put the reading glasses on his nose.
Judging from the opening words of this letter, the wording is not very refined and it doesn't seem like a business correspondence. The tone seems somewhat familiar. Could it be some personal relationship with the mayor?
This person couldn't contact the mayor, so he sent the letter to his workplace?
Director Chen became curious and couldn't help but continue reading.
I'm Ye Manzhi, deputy director of the Guangming Subdistrict Office in Zhengyang District. When I met you, I was just an ordinary young cadre at the grassroots level.
Before this year's Spring Festival, at the Anti-Imperialist Free Market in Zhengyang District, I had the honor of answering some of your questions about the free market and industrial and commercial taxation. I also promptly fed back your opinions to the Subdistrict Office and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.
【……】
【……】
The following is the feedback on the mayor's opinions.
Director Chen quickly scanned those lines, and then saw her write:
The questions you've raised demonstrate that you're a good mayor who understands grassroots work and cares deeply about the lives of the people. Therefore, I'd like to take the liberty of making an unwelcome request: I sincerely invite you to give a political lesson to the residents of Guangming Street!
Recently, Guangming Street has been implementing the city's "let a hundred schools of thought contend" policy, encouraging residents to speak freely and express their opinions, but the results have been less than ideal.
After actively investigating the cause, our neighborhood officials discovered that it was largely due to the fact that residents' political awareness still needed to be improved.
Guangming Street has a total of 18,000 residents, 40% of whom are formally employed workers and cadres, 21% are students, and the remaining 39% are ordinary people without work or school. Some of these people are home-based handicraft workers, some are elderly and children unable to work, and some are unemployed. What they all have in common is that they lack opportunities and channels to raise their ideological and political awareness.
Cadres' visits and investigations revealed that many people still didn't understand what socialism was, didn't know about freedom and democracy, and didn't even understand why the country implemented unified purchase and marketing, or why they had to guard against enemy spies...
In light of this situation, our street has decided to open a "Socialist Ideological and Political Education Classroom" for residents who have been unable to improve their political awareness. Course content includes, but is not limited to, "Socialism is the Only Correct Path," "Correctly Understanding Democracy and Freedom," "Correctly Understanding the Issues of Unified Purchase and Sale and Material Supply," and "On the Issues of Further Education and Employment..."
[The venue is tentatively scheduled to be the People's Stadium playground.]
Dear Mayor, on behalf of the 18,000 residents of Guangming Street, I sincerely invite you to deliver the "First Lesson of Socialist Ideological and Political Education" to the grassroots masses!
You may have taught classes for Party members and cadres, and given speeches to people's representatives, but the students in our classrooms are all ordinary workers and peasants, working people at the grassroots level, from young children to elderly people. Many are still in the enlightenment stage in terms of ideology and politics.
[This People's Classroom will definitely be your most special and meaningful speaking experience!]
【……】
【……】
Director Chen didn't read the following clichés. He turned the letter to the middle and read the main content of the letter again.
Luo Heng waited for a while and couldn't help asking, "Director, what should we do with this letter?"
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