In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

Fang Wu's face immediately darkened.

But today, the two men had changed into ordinary polo shirts and jackets, and were carrying document bags, making them inconspicuous in the crowd.

So nobody cared about his feelings.

Because everyone was in a bad mood, they only treated him as a businessman doing business with someone else.

Upon entering the building.

What comes into view are rows of large glass counters, somewhat similar to those in a bank, but the counters are pitifully low. The administrative staff inside sit high up, their faces full of impatience, while the petitioners, like slaves in the old society, kneel in front of the counters, their thighs trembling, listening to unclear instructions through the narrow gaps under the large glass, and pushing documents over one by one.

A while later...

The clerk threw out a stack of documents, and the petitioner slunk away.

In a short time.

Fang Wu didn't know which counter to go to, because this scene was playing out at every counter.

There were no coordinating volunteers or leaders on site.

"Comrade Fang Wu, tsk tsk."

"The petition handling in Guangming District is excellent. I don't know if this is unique to Guangming District or the general situation in Jingzhou."

Lin Zhiyuan said in a sarcastic tone.

"Executive Director Lin, it's my fault for not handling things properly."

Fang Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead. The severity of the situation in the Bright District was absolutely unique, but the entire Jingzhou was probably no better.

talking.

Fang Wu was about to go forward and try it himself when Lin Zhiyuan pulled him back.

"Why do you have to watch others suffer, and then you have to go and experience it yourself?"

Lin Zhiyuan said irritably.

"Make a phone call and summon the director of the Guangming District Petition Bureau, the executive deputy head of Guangming District, and the deputy mayor of Jingzhou in charge of petitions—all three of them."

After Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, he went straight out and got back into the car.

He didn't have the peculiar hobby of standing in the lobby waiting for incompetent subordinates; that would be torture.

Tsk!

He bared his teeth and shouted loudly. Although he didn't follow, he knew something had happened again when he saw the boss return so quickly.

This Bright Zone is truly sinister.

It's unclear whether it was the fallen Ding Yizhen who corrupted the entire Bright District's atmosphere, or whether the Bright District itself had already gone astray, thus nurturing a ruthless and wicked individual like Ding Yizhen.

Loud voices tend to lean towards the latter.

He is also a member of the system. Over the years, from school to his official career, he has witnessed the increasing restlessness of the social atmosphere. On the contrary, the provincial government appears low-key and calm due to the suppression by the Zhao faction, but there are signs of change.

I may think about it, but that's all I'll do.

But as a qualified secretary, without the boss speaking, he remained silent and only winked at Lao Zhang.

Old Zhang, rigid and serious, couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head away.

It's so good to be young!

A pure mind is, of course, a result of social development.

The absence of basic food and clothing difficulties, coupled with the long-term protection of ivory tower education, has endowed the new generation of young people with stronger empathy and compassion.

Lin Zhiyuan saw everything.

"Executive Director Lin, they'll be here in about fifteen minutes."

The other car door opened, and Fang Wu gave a concise and clear report on the situation.

"Hmm? Including the head of the petition office?"

Lin Zhiyuan asked with dissatisfaction.

"yes…"

Fang Wu said, forcing himself to speak.

But he was even more annoyed, because he had clearly called ahead to remind him.

They simply don't care about him at all.

12 minute later.

Even Chen He, the vice mayor in charge who was the furthest away, came.

"Executive Director Lin, Mayor Fang."

Liu Guangxin, director of the Letters and Visits Bureau of Guangming District, kept swallowing, bracing himself for the wrath.

"Let's start by talking about where you, the director of the petitions bureau, have been during working hours—where have you been?"

Lin Zhiyuan asked.

"I... Executive Director Lin, I really had a reason for this."

Liu Guangxin explained, "Recently, there have been issues with the pensions of a group of retired teachers whose private pensions were converted to public ones, which caused some unpleasantness. I went to calm them down."

"pension?"

"Where's the money?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked at Fang Wu.

"Uh, it's been temporarily moved to the Guangming Peak project by Secretary Dakang."

Fang Wu lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him.

Lin Zhiyuan was speechless.

This Jingzhou government is nothing but a makeshift operation, all show and no substance, a complete mess. "Funds are earmarked for specific purposes, don't just move them around."

"Take the miners' new village incident as a lesson."

"Don't wait until the Jingzhou project is completed, only to find that the people have all turned away and left, and then it will be too late to regret it."

"Use the donation from Huilong Group to cover the shortfall first. If Li Dakang has any objections, tell him to come directly to me."

Lin Zhiyuan walked back into the hall.

This time, three leaders closely associated with the Petition Bureau followed behind him, and someone immediately noticed them. A clerk suddenly appeared from somewhere and went straight to Liu Guangxin.

"Director Liu!"

The clerk greeted him respectfully.

The entire petition office hall seemed to be paused. A moment later, the group seemed to radiate light, standing out in the darkness and attracting everyone's attention.

"Comrade Liu Guangxin, please have someone inform the petitioners who came today that they have something urgent to attend to and ask them to leave first. The cases that have already been accepted will proceed according to the normal procedures."

Lin Zhiyuan continued speaking.

He had no intention of making a public outburst or taking action in front of the people, as that would severely damage the government's credibility. Therefore, he preferred to resolve the issue behind closed doors.

"Yes, Executive Director Lin."

Liu Guangxin nodded, glared fiercely at the clerk who had jumped out, and personally led his men to inform the petitioners to leave.

The eyes of the masses grew increasingly intense.

How could they not know that leaders had come to inspect? They were both worried and hopeful, wondering whether things would be rectified, maintained, or even worsened after today's events.

About five or six minutes later.

After the crowd left, Liu Guangxin, along with Deputy Director An Zhiyuan and 23 clerks, stood in two rows in the center of the hall, their heads bowed and their faces filled with fear.

"What's your name?"

"Never mind, you don't need to tell me your name. Is your phone fun? Are you comfortable sitting in the corner with your legs crossed?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked at one of them, who was the clerk who had noticed Liu Guangxin's arrival and was also the guide in the lobby.

"Boss, I..."

The guide stammered.

"Go through the dismissal process."

Lin Zhiyuan had nothing to say about this kind of thing that was truly occupying a position without doing anything. At most, he would make the most of it and use it as a warning to others.

As expected, everyone present changed their expressions.

"Comrade Guangxin, perhaps many people have forgotten the saying that cadres are public servants of the people, but unfortunately I am a person who takes things seriously."

"Starting today."

"The petition office has been undergoing a week of rectification. The facilities within the petition office need to be improved, but the personnel need to be improved even more."

"I want to install surveillance cameras in the lobby so that I can see the demands of petitioners and the professionalism and attitude of our staff from every angle. Any disputes arising from petitions will be recorded and used as a basis for performance evaluation in the future."

"After rectification."

"I will have a one-month trial period, and I will come again with Mayor Fang."

If problems persist, then each petition officer will be evaluated. Currently, excluding the two bureau chiefs, there are exactly twenty people. The last ten will be dismissed for incompetence, and contract staff will be brought in. If problems still exist, then all of them will be converted to contract staff.