Chapter 123: Order and rules, Ding Yishan’s awakening!
What’s the biggest problem with this opinion piece?
In fact, the dispute is not about the lump-sum and subcontracting models, nor about the rules and regulations that restrict inspectors.
The real flaw is that the text is too obsessed with the division and division of power, but does not list a clear goal at all.
More precisely, there is a lack of milestones that allow people to see the path forward.
After reading the whole article, I can feel a sense of urgency that I have to do the job, almost as if I am saying, if you don't let me do this job, someone else will definitely mess it up.
But when the work was actually handed over, there wasn't a single achievable goal in the proposal, it was just KPIs.
To describe it with a more fashionable word, it is "labor dispatch."
When Ding Yishan wrote this opinion letter, he should have considered it from the perspective of Party A and Party B.
But now, the opinion letter has three clear subjects: Happy City, Checkpoint, and Inspector.
Xingfu City is only responsible for issuing tasks, and the inspection station is only responsible for accepting and assigning tasks, and finally puts all the specific burden on the inspectors.
Is the work done poorly? That's the fault of the individual inspectors, not the checkpoints themselves.
Did it work well? The credit should naturally go to the checkpoints, as they were instrumental in the training.
If this opinion letter is really submitted and approved, the inspector will be in trouble.
They do the most dangerous work and shoulder the heaviest responsibilities, but they don't even have a clear direction, and they have to take the blame if something goes wrong.
By then, let alone taking the initiative to contract the outer areas, I'm afraid no one will even be willing to take on the core areas.
After his subtle reminder, Ding Yishan obviously realized the problem immediately.
"Jiang Chuan may not have heard part of what I said last night."
Cheng Ye had a faint smile on his face and turned his gaze back to Ding Yishan's face. "Stationmaster Ding, how about I add something here? Do you think it's appropriate?"
"OK!"
Ding Yishan unconsciously straightened up, his face becoming serious. "Inspector Cheng, regarding the resettlement of the displaced, the various departments held a coordination meeting yesterday. I had intended to bring this proposal to today's meeting and have it reviewed by the heads of each department. Firstly, I wanted to let everyone point out any issues, and secondly, to help broaden our thinking."
"If you have any better suggestions," Ding Yishan paused and turned his gaze to Jiang Chuan, "go get some paper and pen. Write down every word that Prosecutor Cheng says next."
"Yes, Station Master!"
Jiang Chuan quickly turned around, took out a pen and paper from the backpack at the door, sat down next to Lei Hu's desk, and took a serious attitude to take notes.
From the initial "kid", to the later "Cheng Ye", and now to the "Prosecutor Cheng".
The successive changes in the names contain Ding Yishan's subtle hints.
When Cheng Ye heard this, his heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, the bet was right!
Since Ding Yishan was able to bring this plan to him to read and let him give his opinions, it meant that he didn't care about the so-called "trainee inspector" identity at all.
Especially the last title of Inspector Cheng, which clearly indicated that all his previous grudges were no longer relevant and that he was considering the issue purely from the perspective of the inspection station.
After thinking this through, Cheng Ye took a sip from the teacup, then held the cup wall and spoke slowly:
"There are simply too many people migrating here. Even if the checkpoints are operating at full capacity, it's impossible to put everyone in the buffer zone. Furthermore, even if they do make it into the buffer zone, it doesn't mean Xingfu City can rest easy. We have to ensure these people have a place to live and jobs to sustain themselves. This is the primary prerequisite for reassuring people."
Ding Yishan remained silent, but nodded slightly to show his agreement.
"Given this premise, it's certainly impossible to force everyone into the buffer zone. However, if we implement the Outer City Plan and place the migrants outside the buffer zone, we must first establish rules. However, no matter how the rules are established, they ultimately come down to one core issue: who will backstop these rules?"
"The migrants aren't parts on an assembly line. Even if they've been influenced by the Walker, making everyone believe that Happy City is the only place they can survive, the Walker hasn't deprived them of their ability to think. Once they arrive in Happy City, they still have selfish desires, fears, the instinct to stick together, and the ability to resist!"
Cheng Ye deliberately slowed down his speech and spoke clearly.
Focusing on a few key points naturally brings a force that makes people follow and think: "Demarcating areas for them, distributing supplies, and even helping them build shelter and provide jobs are not difficult, because when formulating these plans, everyone is a quantifiable number."
"The real difficulty lies in executing this plan. When conflicts arise over uneven distribution of supplies, or when people fight over territory, who can stand up and stop them?"
"When construction is in full swing and an infected person suddenly sneaks in, or an infection source spreads among the crowd, who will step up to clean up?"
"When migrants can no longer endure the hardships of construction and want to enter the buffer zone to seek change, who will stand up to stop them?"
"When some people openly question Happiness City and the rules and plans we've established, who will quell public grievances and deal with this mess?"
Stop, clean up, intercept, and deal with.
Cheng Ye deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of these four words.
The greater the responsibility, the greater the rights.
But one thing we can never ignore is that coexisting with responsibility are problems, risks, ever-present pressure, and unbearable compromises and sacrifices.
In such a big city of happiness, who can take on this responsibility?
"So the key is not how to allocate resources, but first clarifying who will manage and who will be responsible for this mess."
Cheng Ye turned his head and looked over, pretending to give Jiang Chuan some pointers. "Jiang Chuan may not have heard the meaning clearly, so he confused the order of priority. If we discuss distribution first, others will inevitably subconsciously ignore the difficulties of management and focus on vying for the right to distribute. But if we put the difficulty of management on the table first, then if we want to distribute, we must show the ability to match it."
Ding Yishan tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the sofa and did not respond immediately.
After a while.
Suddenly, he spoke up, "More than a decade ago, a police station was established in the buffer zone. Later, Director Liu took office and proposed abolishing the station system, but the buffer zone still retains the foundation for reconstruction. Yesterday, a minister proposed reinstating the police station and handing over the management of public security and order in the outer city to them. What do you think, Inspector Cheng?"
The words fell.
Jiang Chuan's hand holding the pen suddenly paused, he looked up at Cheng Ye, and then quickly lowered his head to write.
In order to share power with the police station, the two sides had several gunfights and conflicts.
If Liu Kun had not been promoted to a transcendent, according to the higher-ups, the checkpoint would probably have been incorporated into a department under the Police Bureau, rather than existing independently as it does today.
Are the top leaders now thinking of restoring the police station to replace the checkpoints?
"Restore the Police Department?"
Cheng Ye was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It turns out that Ding Yishan was worried about the Police Department?
After reading the plan, the biggest question in his mind finally had an answer.
No wonder Ding Yishan was in a hurry to put a rein on the checkpoint. His words revealed his obedience to the top management. It turned out that the top management already had an alternative plan?
If the checkpoint wants to win in this potential power struggle, it must have unique competitive capabilities.
In Ding Yishan's opinion, the advantage of the checkpoint over the police station is... obedience?
It's a bit outrageous, but it seems to make some sense.
After all, compared to a police station that has not yet recovered and where everything is still unknown, a checkpoint that is continuously operating and internally stable is obviously easier to set KPIs and is more easily controlled by senior management.
But then again, perhaps he was too worried about the police department seizing power, or perhaps he was too tactful in what he said just now. Even at this point, Ding Yishan still didn't realize what the core of the problem was.
The core is not "who can take responsibility", but "to what extent can things be done".
To put it bluntly, the key to success is not who can do it, but who can do it well.
To put it more clearly, it is bidding!
Is there a problem with restoring the Police Department?
There is no problem at all. Even if the top management wants to start a new system and establish a special outer city bureau to manage everything, there is no problem at all.
But by establishing these agencies, can we guarantee that the formulated rules can be perfectly implemented and the outer city can operate smoothly?
Commissioner of Police, can you slam the table and say that I will take full responsibility for the chaos in the outer city and that any problems that arise will be my fault?
If not, what is the difference between a police station and a checkpoint, is it just for the purpose of simply sharing power?
Cheng Ye suddenly felt that his previous detour was unnecessary.
Ding Yishan is obviously still focused on the direct struggle for power, trying to beat his opponents on the same track.
Instead of thinking from the root, what unique advantages does the checkpoint have that other competitors do not have.
"Restoring the police department is a good idea. The outer city really needs a violent agency to enforce orders."
After saying that, Cheng Ye changed the subject and asked, "But what does maintaining order have to do with the police department?"
"oh?"
Ding Yishan leaned forward slightly. "Once the rules are set, the police department is responsible for supervising their implementation. How could there be no connection?"
"Wrong." Cheng Ye shook his head slightly.
"What's wrong?" Ding Yishan was stunned and asked curiously.
"The first sentence is after the rules are set."
Cheng Ye pretended to be confused, "Why does Stationmaster Ding think we have the ability to formulate a rule to restrain hundreds of thousands of outsiders?"
After saying that, he turned to Jiang Chuan and said, "Jiang Chuan, please help me open all the windows in the room."
Jiang Chuan was stunned for a moment, and after subconsciously standing up, he hesitated.
Although Ding Yishan didn't understand why, he still said in a deep voice, "Do as Prosecutor Cheng says."
Of the four windows in the office, except for the floor-to-ceiling window next to the desk, the other three can be opened.
As Jiang Chuan opened the window latch, cold rain wrapped in a chilly wind rushed in diagonally, bringing a biting chill that made people shiver suddenly.
"Stationmaster Ding, I apologize for the offense."
Cheng Ye said, and quickly took off his sweatshirt, revealing his muscular upper body, "Can you take off your shirt like me?"
Ding Yishan's face darkened, but he didn't refute.
Under Jiang Chuan's stunned gaze, he actually took off his sweater and shirt layer by layer, revealing his relatively strong upper body.
However, the surface of his skin was not as smooth and delicate as Cheng Ye's. It was covered with scars of all sizes, new and old ones overlapping, like a silent battle map.
"Please come to the window."
Cheng Ye pointed at the windowsill and stood still first.
Ding Yishan frowned and followed him over.
The moment the cold wind and rain blew in their faces, both of them couldn't help but shiver.
Whether it is the second step or the fourth step, it is just a distinction of new martial arts realms.
It will not bring stronger physical fitness to humans, nor will it make people ignore the impact of temperature.
In addition, after becoming the webmaster, Ding Yishan has not exercised for many years as he has grown older. Even though he exercises occasionally and has no worries about food and drink, his physical fitness is only slightly better than that of ordinary people.
After standing there for only more than ten seconds, Ding Yishan's brows were tightly furrowed, and it was obvious that he could no longer bear the cold.
Half a minute, then a minute passed, the rain hit their naked upper bodies, and their skin gradually turned red.
However, Cheng Ye remained silent. He just faced the window with his back straight, like a motionless stone statue.
A-choo!
Another gust of colder wind blew in, bringing with it raindrops. Ding Yishan couldn't help but sneeze, and the tip of his nose turned red instantly.
"this"
Jiang Chuan, who was standing aside, was stunned and anxious like an ant on a hot pan. He wanted to persuade the two to put on their clothes quickly so as not to catch a cold.
But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, Ding Yishan's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, the doubt in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
"Stationmaster Ding, how's the weather?"
Cheng Ye finally spoke, his voice carrying a chilling coldness.
Ding Yishan gathered his shoulders and said frankly, "It's indeed a bit cold, especially standing by the window. The cold wind is biting."
"If you were to make the rules, what would the migrants do in this weather?"
"Take shelter from the rain, keep warm, and wait for the weather to clear up." Ding Yishan said without thinking too much.
"Hundreds of thousands of people are hiding?" Cheng Ye pursed his lips. "It's the rainy season now. If it continues like this for half a month, with a steady stream of people arriving every day, are we going to let them all stay home?"
Ding Yishan was silent for a moment, then frowned again: "Then let the elderly, the weak, women and children hide, and the others will take turns to work on the construction. It will be too late to start when everyone is crowded."
"Is this part of the rules?"
"yes."
"What if anyone else is sick?"
"Let him rest."
"What if someone pretends to be sick and is lazy?"
"Test," Ding Yishan answered more directly. "If there's a real problem, treat it. If no problem is found, go back to work as usual."
"What if he still doesn't want to go to work if the test shows positive?"
"Everyone else is braving the rain, and he's the only one trying to hide?" Ding Yishan's voice deepened. "Establish punitive measures, or revoke his priority resettlement qualification."
"So what you're saying is that these migrants have traveled thousands of miles to Happiness City, and even in this awful weather, they can't even pretend to be sick and take a day off. They're forced by rules to participate in the construction of the outer city like slaves?"
boom!
Cheng Ye's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder.
Ding Yishan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
He was suddenly startled, and his gaze drifted uncontrollably to the window, looking at the guards on duty in the distance, and at the scavengers wearing raincoats walking into the wilderness. Those thoughts that were blocked by power surged out like a floodgate that had been pried open.
Yeah, how could he forget?
These migrants were influenced by the travelers and fled to Happiness City with half their lives to seek survival, not to do hard labor to add bricks and tiles to the outer city.
The original intention of building the outer city was to protect the safety of these people and for the long-term development of Xingfu City.
But when it comes to practice, it becomes a matter of course to force these people to work in the rain.
Why do you want to tie them down with such harsh rules that they will be punished even for wanting to rest in the cold rain for a day?
But why did he forget?
Do you subconsciously think that by drawing enough rules and regulations, you can make everyone follow your ideas obediently and achieve your desired goals?
"Rules are made to protect the interests of everyone, so that they will be recognized and followed by everyone."
“Only when people recognize you will they trust you and be willing to work hard for you, even if it means braving the cold rain.”
"But if it weren't for everyone, we would still be building the outer city for your own good, for a better tomorrow for everyone."
"Stationmaster Ding"
Cheng Ye smiled, raised his hand to close the window, and the glass instantly blocked out the wind and rain. "I can follow your instructions to build, but some people may not be willing to do so."
People.
If you struggle in the quagmire of power for too long, you will forget who gave you this power.
I also forgot who I should use this power to protect after I got it.
Only by standing in the wind and rain and freezing, and sobering up, will you know what you are doing.
"Stationmaster Ding, look, there are so many people queuing in Quarantine Area B."
Cheng Ye walked to the cabinet, picked up the towel he had used earlier, and wiped the water droplets off his body. "I have to go to work quickly, otherwise they will have to wait in the rain for me, the inspector."
"Well said."
Ding Yishan sighed and stretched out his hand to the side.
Jiang Chuan quickly handed over a dry towel.
"Inspector Cheng is only an apprentice, but he's already keeping his responsibilities firmly in mind. As the station chief, I feel a little ashamed." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "He even forgot it was time for his shift."
"The webmaster has a lot of things to do every day. If you were asked to take care of everything, it would be exhausting."
Cheng Ye put on his sweatshirt and grinned, revealing a bit of his youthful spirit. "It's a bit cold outside. We young people can wear it. You'd better put on some clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold."
After saying that, under Jiang Chuan's stunned gaze, Cheng Ye pushed open the door, bringing up a gust of wind, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
etc.
How come it ends like this?
What about the plan and the process? Why don’t I understand a single word?
Jiang Chuan's mind was in a mess, and he even forgot that he was still holding the pen he had just used to take notes.
"Achuan."
"Hey!" Jiang Chuan was startled and responded quickly.
"Why don't you close the window quickly?"
Ding Yishan's voice was a little trembling, but much clearer than before.
"Oh, oh." Jiang Chuan reacted suddenly, moved quickly, and closed the remaining two windows in a hurry.
When he turned around, he saw Ding Yishan had wiped the water off his body and sat back on the sofa.
He didn't put on his clothes immediately, but just stared at the proposal on the table with a serious look.
After a pause, he reached out, picked up the proposal, folded it in half, folded it in half again, and then tore it apart.
Wow.
The sound of paper shredding was particularly clear in the quiet office.
The torn pieces of paper were crumpled into a ball and thrown accurately into the trash can in the corner.
"Sir, this..." Jiang Chuan was horrified when he saw it. This was something that Ding Yishan had worked up an entire night to write.
Just, tear it apart like this?
"well"
Ding Yishan sighed deeply, his voice filled with a sense of melancholy as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and a heavy feeling that was hard to describe. "After all these years, I never thought I would be assimilated by all those twists and turns."
He picked up the shirt on the sofa and slowly put it on.
Finally, he slowly put on his sweater, sank into the sofa, and looked at the rain outside the window with a somewhat dazed look.
"Achuan, do you think the power struggles among the inspectors these years have something to do with me, the station chief?"
The sudden words were like a stone thrown into the water.
"Uh..." Jiang Chuan was stunned and stuttered subconsciously, "How could it have anything to do with you? They are all fighting for power."
He couldn't continue speaking halfway through.
As the station chief, Ding Yishan has condoned the prosecutors' forming cliques over the years, and even deliberately turned a blind eye when the conflict between the two sides was at its worst. How could he be free from responsibility?
"There's nothing you can do," Jiang Chuan tried to smooth things over, but his voice became smaller and smaller.
"Wrong!"
Ding Yishan exhaled sharply, his chest heaving violently. "I've always had a plan. I can set rules, break up small groups, and take back power and redistribute it. But I'm worried. I'm worried that if I move, there will be chaos. I'm afraid that the higher-ups will think the checkpoint is unstable and use it as an opportunity to reclaim this power. So I just keep dragging it out, waiting for the next opportunity!"
"But when this opportunity finally appeared before me, I actually forgot that some powers are not given by the top management at all. They can't give it!"
"If you need us, go and fight for it yourself!"
He said, standing up.
Look at the crowd queuing outside the inspection room, and look at the several large Jinbei cars waiting at the door.
There seemed to be a caravan there, which seemed to be a gathering place in the surrounding area.
And the figure wearing a raincoat, walking in the rain.
"Let's go, the meeting is at nine o'clock, it's time to go to the meeting."
"But didn't you say before that Director Liu wasn't here? This meeting will..."
“He has his things, and I have mine.”
Ding Yishan picked up the windbreaker hanging on the hanger and put it on with a swift movement. "I said the wrong thing again. This time it's not just my fault, it's the fault of all the prosecutors!"
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