A Tale of Two Cities Supporting Xinjiang

"Manager Su, you have to help us out!"

You're close to President Zhai, so he's sure to listen to what you say.

It's not that we don't take safety seriously, but we've been so busy lately that we just can't keep up!

Facing so many passengers every day, I'm always on edge, afraid of making a mistake and causing trouble. I don't even have time to drink water.

I was hoping to get some rest early tonight, but we have to work overtime to make changes. Everyone is really exhausted.

If this continuous work continues, someone will eventually fall ill and collapse on duty, which will further impact operations and ultimately be counterproductive!

Ji Baoyu glanced quickly towards the door to make sure no one was coming, then lowered his voice and continued, "Those so-called minor problems are fine if we just pay more attention to them normally. There's no need to rush to fix them at this critical juncture."

Mr. Zhai is just too serious and stubborn!

These minor issues are unlikely to cause an accident so quickly. It's not worth making such a fuss and causing so much trouble.

You understand the difficulties we frontline workers face best, so please help us by talking to General Manager Zhai and asking him to extend the deadline by two or three days.

This will give everyone a breather. We will definitely carry out the subsequent rectification work thoroughly and without any compromise!

Su Nan felt even worse when she saw the weariness that Ji Baoyu couldn't hide in his eyes.

"I know you've all been working really hard, I know that better than anyone, and I truly feel sorry for you all."

But I've been on the front lines with you all, and I've seen firsthand how dangerous those hidden dangers are.

Previously, security personnel had missed checking fruit knives. Luckily, nothing serious happened. If something far more dangerous had been missed on the plane, and an accident occurred, not only would the passengers' lives be threatened, but the entire airport's reputation would be ruined. No one can bear that responsibility.

Although General Manager Zhai's requirements are strict, they are for everyone's benefit and for the safety of all passengers.

This rectification really can't be delayed. The longer it's delayed, the greater the risk. If something really goes wrong, none of us will be able to explain ourselves.

So, I really can't plead for you on your behalf, nor can I help you with this."

Seeing that Hang Sunan was adamant and wouldn't budge, Sister Zhang's expectation instantly vanished, replaced by deep disappointment.

While Hang Sunan was struggling with her dilemma, Zhai Hongjun's tough stance also caused resentment among many department heads.

After returning, the head of the operations support department agreed to the rectification requirements on the surface and held a brief meeting in the department to make arrangements, but he did not take the initiative to allocate manpower. He just casually told his subordinates, "Take some time to promote the rectification and don't delay normal operations." It was obvious that he was just passively coping and did not take the three-day deadline seriously at all.

The retraining of security personnel was merely a formality.

The person in charge was afraid of offending the security guards and disrupting operations, so he found a more senior employee to read the printed rules and regulations in the break room for half an hour. He didn't even make a PowerPoint presentation, let alone conduct a practical demonstration or assessment.

After reading it aloud, everyone signed their names, which was considered the completion of the specialized training. It was just a formality to fool people.

As expected, the rectification work progressed extremely slowly, with almost no substantial progress.

On the first day, Zhai Hongjun personally went to the front line for spot checks, and he was furious. Many security inspectors were still just doing superficial checks, casually flipping through suitcases and letting them pass. The previously emphasized "checking hidden compartments and blind spots" were not implemented at all.

The fire inspection records filled out on behalf of others were only checked briefly, less than one-third of them, and the person responsible was not identified.

The most critical drainage ditch on the side of the runway was only partially cleared of silt; most of the accumulated dark silt remained piled up in place, and the core problem of poor drainage was not solved at all.

Zhai Hongjun stood by the drainage ditch, his face growing increasingly grim as he looked at the sewage that was almost overflowing the edge and the silt that had accumulated.

He turned to the operations team leader beside him and asked, "Is this all you've accomplished in a day? Is this all you've cleared?"

The operations team leader, shrinking back, stammered, "Mr. Zhai, we're really short-handed. Everyone has to take care of operational support, so we can only spare two people to clean up, so..."

Stop making excuses!

Is a shortage of manpower an excuse? Safety rectification is more important than anything else; no matter how busy operations are, we must eliminate potential hazards first.

In the evening, each department summarized the rectification progress and handed the list to Zhai Hongjun.

Looking at the list, which showed almost no progress, Zhai Hongjun was so angry that he slammed it on the table, making everyone shudder.

"Is this all you've accomplished in a day?"

Who are you all trying to fool! You're ignoring my words and treating safety like a joke, aren't you?

No one dared to speak in the office; even their breathing was extremely soft, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Zhai Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He knew very well that if the resistance in these people's hearts was not completely dispelled, the rectification work could not be carried out at all, and the safety hazards hidden in every corner would never be eradicated.

It seems that simply making tough demands is not enough; we must find ways to make them genuinely recognize the importance of rectification and actively cooperate.

That night, Zhai Hongjun didn't return to the apartment he was staying at in Xinjiang. Instead, he simply spread his coat on the sofa, which became his temporary lodging.

Just after eight o'clock in the morning, he changed into his most durable old work clothes, put on thick gloves, grabbed a shovel, and headed straight for the drainage ditch on the side of the runway without notifying any department head.

Upon arriving at the location, without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and jumped into the ditch to clear away the silt.

The mud in the ditch was dirty and sticky; if you stepped into it, you could sink halfway down to your ankle. It also carried a fishy stench mixed with rotten debris that went straight into your nose.

Zhai Hongjun didn't care at all. He grabbed a handful of silt and poured it into the bucket next to him. The sticky silt instantly covered his gloves completely, and even the muddy water seeped into the gaps between his fingers.

The muddy water seeped up the trouser legs, and soon the lower half of the work clothes was soaked through, clinging to the legs in a cool, heavy way.

But Zhai Hongjun didn't take it seriously at all. He just kept his head down and worked, bending over, grabbing mud, and pouring it into the bucket. His movements were so quick and efficient that he didn't seem like a leader who sat in an office all year round, but rather like an old employee who was used to doing rough work.

Not long after, the maintenance team arrived to relieve them. From a distance, they saw a familiar figure busy in the ditch, covered in mud.

The group approached for a closer look and froze in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief: "President Zhai? Why are you doing this yourself?"

The operations team leader reacted the fastest, rushing over to pull him up. "This job is dirty and tiring, all mud and stinky water. How can we let you do it? Come on up, let us do it!"