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"Me...me? Me?" The deputy chief of the police was dumbfounded. The thought of himself wearing a delivery rider's uniform to deliver takeout was utterly absurd.

"What? Is delivering food harder than maintaining public order?" Liu Tongpan stared at him. "Or are you saying that your job skills are so poor that you can't even make a phone call to a customer or deliver a meal properly?"

That's too harsh a statement.

The officials turned pale and were drenched in cold sweat.

They realized that this was not a discussion, but a death order.

The fact that the prefectural magistrate personally attended the event and that multiple government offices gathered indicates that the matter has been elevated to an unimaginable level, leaving no room for maneuver.

“Prefect,” the Market Commissioner tried one last time, “even if… even if we could manage to gather some people, the service quality and safety risks… having novices on board, unfamiliar with the routes, and unable to communicate effectively, could easily lead to complaints, or even traffic accidents…”

“That’s my second point!” Judge Liu raised his hand to stop him, his eyes becoming even sterner. “What the city government wants isn’t just filling the quota! What I want is stability! Smooth operation! No mishaps whatsoever!”

He pointed to the station manager who was standing silently beside him: "You, and the person in charge of your platform in this city, call them over here immediately! Technical support must be in place, the order dispatch system must be optimized, and priority should be given to experienced riders who are familiar with the routes... Our 'support' riders should be assigned simple, convenient orders! Customer service channels must be kept absolutely open, and any problems encountered must be resolved immediately and not escalated!"

He then looked at the officials: "The people you send out, or the people you coordinate, must receive a brief, intensive training session on routes and app operation from the experienced staff at the stations before they start their shifts! Whether it's one-on-one training or last-minute cramming, they must master the basic operations! This afternoon, the traffic and express delivery departments in each jurisdiction should focus on educating and persuading riders to handle traffic violations. Do not impound vehicles or detain riders unless the situation is serious, to ensure smooth delivery! Do you all understand?"

The open space in front of the station was quiet, with only the faint sound of traffic from the distant street.

The officials at the division level looked at each other, and they all saw absurdity, shock, and fear in each other's eyes.

What kind of pressure could make the government break all conventions and issue such an outrageous order that might even cause secondary problems?

Just to ensure "sufficient delivery capacity"?

"Understood!" The Market Commissioner was the first to grit his teeth and reply.

At this point, execution is the only option.

"Yes!" "We will definitely carry it out!" The others followed suit.

"Good!" Liu Tongpan glanced at his watch. "It's 11:45 now. I need to see the results by 1 p.m.! Report on any staff replenishment at each location every half hour! Any delivery disputes or minor traffic accidents must be reported to me within fifteen minutes!"

"Remember, if there's still one delivery driver slot available at 1 PM..."

"Just wait and you'll have your heart-to-heart talk with the disciplinary authorities!!"

62. I'll make you lose your mind!

The magistrate was busy, and the prefect was not idle either.

At 11:30 a.m., the prefect, traveling with minimal entourage, toured the entire city.

Without a pre-planned route or prior notice, the convoy traveled through the bustling streets and alleys.

11:45, intersection of Jiefang East Road and Renmin Road.

Several police motorcycles with flashing red and blue lights were parked on the side of the road, and two traffic police officers were educating an electric bike rider who was not wearing a helmet.

The prefect's entourage slowly came to a stop.

The prefect lowered his car window and instructed the squad leader who had rushed over upon hearing the news: "It is very dangerous for citizens to ride bicycles without wearing helmets. We must always keep safety awareness in mind."

He glanced at the rider, whose face was flushed and who was nodding repeatedly. "However, fines are not the goal; education and guidance are the fundamental principles. In similar situations, persuasion is the primary approach, and a warning can be recorded for the first offense. But—"

Sweeping across the intersection, the prefect changed his tone: "For those who run red lights, whether motor vehicles or non-motor vehicles, stop them all... Don't just deduct points and call it a day. Make them go to the intersections on both sides, put on armbands, and assist in persuading other pedestrians. Non-motor vehicles for half an hour! Personal experience is much more memorable than a few dozen yuan fine."

The squadron leader stood tall and said, "Yes, sir! We will resolutely implement your instructions and strengthen educational enforcement!"

12:11, at the entrance of the Land Survey Office.

Upon hearing that the prefect's motorcade had arrived, the bureau chief and several members of his team hurriedly came out to greet them.

The street in front of the building is not wide, and many private vehicles are parked on both sides, making it a bit crowded, while the interior of the bureau's compound is quite spacious.

The prefect alighted from his carriage, offered no pleasantries, pointed to the traffic on the street, and then to the heavily guarded, gated entrance to the government compound behind him: "Look at this street, parking is so difficult. Your compound is so big, with so many empty parking spaces, why are you blocking them off? After get off work hours, this is a non-classified office area; open it up to the public so people can park their cars here, making it convenient for the neighbors. What's wrong with that?"

The bureau chief looked troubled: "Prefect, this... is mainly because I'm worried about disrupting normal office order and security, as well as vehicle access management and potential disputes..."

"Don't give me that nonsense!" the prefect interrupted, waving his hand. "Office order? Just plan the time slots and designate specific areas! Security? Increase patrols and register license plate information! If people can't find parking spaces and get frustrated, or if haphazard parking obstructs traffic, then that's not a problem? If you understand the difficulties people face in finding parking, then the people will naturally understand the effort you put into managing it!"

The bureau chief, sweat beading on his forehead, repeatedly agreed.

12:35, at the entrance of Xingwang Urban Village in the old city.

This is a typical dirty and chaotic area on the outskirts of the city.

Connecting the main road and the narrow alleys within the village is a spontaneously formed open-air vegetable market.

Sewage flowed freely, and vegetable leaves, poultry feathers, and scattered entrails from slaughtered animals were mixed on the muddy road, emitting a pungent odor.

The tires of several cars trying to pass were covered in filth.

The prefect's motorcade stopped at the intersection.

The staff immediately handed over the prepared tall rain boots.

The prefect waved his hand, refusing.

He glanced down at his leather shoes, smiled, and then, to the astonishment of his entourage, he stepped into the muddy road, which was mixed with all sorts of filth, with one foot deep and the other shallow, and slowly and carefully walked back and forth along this market road, which was only a hundred meters long.

My gaze swept carefully over each stall, taking in the fearful or numb faces of the stall owners, and the awkward sight of passersby tiptoeing and hopping across.

The accompanying city officials and local street and village chiefs were terrified and almost fainted.

When he returned, the prefect's shoes and trousers were covered in mud and stains.

Facing a group of officials whose faces were ashen and who were repeatedly explaining themselves, the prefect did not lose his temper. Instead, he shook his head and laughed heartily:

"Rectification? Relocation? I don't think it's necessary or realistic."

Pointing to the bustling crowds on the street: "People have a strong demand for buying vegetables nearby, because they are cheap and fresh."

He then pointed to the busy stall owners: "Merchants face the real pressure of supporting their families; setting up a small stall is not easy."

Finally, he looked at the road that was so blocked that it was difficult to pass: "Pedestrians and vehicles have the legitimate right to pass safely."

“Demands, pressures, and rights—they all make sense, and they’re all laid out here.” The prefect spread his hands, his smile fading, and his gaze becoming steady and powerful. “So, all we, the municipal government, can do is allocate funds.”

"We're looking for a suitable plot of land or a simple site nearby to plan and build a standardized and hygienic vegetable trading point. The funds will be in place as soon as possible... However, no matter how fast we go, the approval of government funding, site coordination, and construction will still take time. It could take at least one or two months, or longer... it's hard to say."

As he spoke, the prefect's gaze fell on the faces of the market officials and street clerks: "During this lull, how can we minimize the impact on pedestrians? How can we urge vendors to keep the area around their stalls as clean as possible? How can we establish a basic mechanism for timely garbage collection? These things don't need to wait for the city to allocate funds, do they?"

The street director and village director's legs went weak, and they nodded vigorously: "No need...no need! We will definitely find a way! We will immediately organize manpower and formulate temporary management measures!"

13:03, "Hao Zai Lai" Home-Style Restaurant.

This is a small family-run shop located on the street. The storefront is small, but the interior is fairly clean.

The lunch rush has passed, and there aren't many customers in the store.

The prefect, accompanied by two staff members, went inside, found a table in the hall, sat down, and ordered three servings of the signature rice bowl.

The food arrived quickly, the portion was generous, and the taste was home-style and delicious.

The prefect ate quickly, but very cleanly.

After finishing his meal, he gestured to the staff to pay, and then said warmly to the owners, a couple who were rubbing their hands together, both excited and nervous, "Boss, boss lady, the cooking is excellent, the portions are generous, and the price is reasonable. This is the kind of restaurant that ordinary people need."

The proprietress smiled warmly, while the boss was flattered and said, "I'm glad you like it, I'm glad you like it!"

The prefect gestured to his personal clerk behind him and handed him a business card with only a phone number: "This is my work number. In the future, if there are any irregularities in municipal administration, or if you learn of any unreasonable or unfair things in your life, you can call this number to report them. We welcome public supervision."

The restaurant owner was overjoyed, accepting the business card with both hands as if it were a precious imperial sword, and thanked him repeatedly.

Before he could even enjoy his joy for two seconds, he heard the prefect continue:

"In addition, as far as I know, your restaurant is one of the businesses with the largest number of online food delivery orders in this area, with a good reputation and sales volume."

The boss's smile widened, and he was about to say a few words of modesty.

"Food safety is of paramount importance; fair transactions are the bottom line." The prefect looked at him. "With good business comes greater responsibility. In order to protect the food safety and fair transactions of our consumers, starting tomorrow, the comrades from the Market and Commerce Bureau will include your store as a key inspection and service target, and increase the frequency of daily inspections and spot checks."

"Of course, this is also to better help you standardize your operations and eliminate potential risks. It may cause you some trouble, so please understand and cooperate with our work."

The boss's smile froze instantly. He opened his mouth, looked into the prefect's gentle yet profound gaze, and could only manage a smile that looked more like a grimace. He nodded emphatically, "I understand! I will cooperate! I will definitely cooperate with the leader's work!"

13:35...

14:09...

14:22...

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14:50 pm.

There are 2 hours and 20 minutes left until train KXX arrives at the station.

Yunshan Railway Station.

The black sedan silently glided into the temporary parking area on Zhanqian Road. Before it had even come to a complete stop, a group of officials, including the director of the Railway Station Area Comprehensive Management Office, the head of the Zhanqian Yamen of the Supervision and Arrest Branch, and the person in charge of the Municipal Transportation and Transportation Bureau's station coordination office, who had already been notified and were waiting there, jogged up to greet it.

The car door opened, and the prefect stepped out, his gaze immediately sweeping over the huge square in front of the station and the bustling traffic.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he pointed to the temporary parking lane at the edge of the square, which was completely blocked by various vehicles and moving very slowly: "Let's go take a look over there first."

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they quickly escorted the prefect through the crowd and towards the area with the most vehicles.

The scene was chaotic.

Taxis, ride-hailing vehicles, private cars, and several dirty, old-fashioned vans were mixed together.

The sounds of horns, calls for passengers, and arguments between drivers over parking spaces or passengers were incessant.

Several traffic management officers and station area management staff wearing reflective vests were weaving through the traffic, clearly struggling to keep up.

“Those,” the prefect said sharply, pointing to several vans and private cars without taxi roof lights, whose drivers frequently leaned out to loudly solicit passengers, “are they running special routes? ‘Going to XX county? Immediately!’ ‘One more person needed, get in and we’re leaving!’—that’s all.”

The station area office director, sweat beading on his forehead, said, "Yes... there are some illegally operating vehicles. We've been cracking down on them, but they're too mobile, making it difficult to gather evidence..."

"Strike?" the prefect interrupted him. "With just a few of you, do you think you can handle this sea of ​​vehicles? See those cars? The tire treads are almost worn down, and the rear bumpers are held together with wire. And that one, one of its taillights is broken, and the brake lights don't work. These kinds of cars dare to carry passengers on long-distance trips? If something happens, who will be responsible?"

The prefect turned to the person in charge of the vehicle and horse station and the head of the police station: "Start now, take immediate action."

"First, all operating vehicles entering the station area, including taxis and ride-hailing vehicles, must undergo a rapid security check."

"If any of the following is not up to standard: tire pressure, lights, brakes, or fire extinguisher, the vehicle shall be ordered to leave immediately and undergo rectification and re-inspection within a specified period."

"Secondly, we need to change our approach to illegal operations. We should combine plainclothes investigations with public patrols, focusing on those vehicles that are obviously in poor condition and actively solicit passengers. Once verified, the vehicles should be impounded according to law, and the drivers should be fined—at the lowest possible level, or even postponed if necessary… but they must be organized for centralized training! They should watch traffic accident warning videos and take an exam! Those who fail should undergo retraining! They need to understand firsthand that driving a 'defective vehicle' or an 'illegal taxi' is playing with people's lives!"

"Third, regarding the issues of taxi drivers negotiating fares, refusing passengers, and sharing rides, starting now, we will set up mobile complaint points and publicize complaint hotlines and QR codes. Once a passenger complaint is verified, it will be dealt with strictly. At the same time, we will coordinate with legitimate ride-hailing platforms to increase capacity dispatching information in the station area, using compliant competition to squeeze out illegal spaces."

The responsible persons quickly took notes and repeatedly agreed.

Leaving the bustling roadside, the prefect walked towards the open square in front of the station.

It was afternoon, not the peak of the day, but the square was still bustling with people.

Passengers with luggage hurried along, while people waiting to pick them up lined up, along with a number of people distributing flyers, promoting accommodations, and setting up makeshift stalls.

The prefect's gaze was quickly drawn to a corner of the square.

There were about ten people gathered there, and there seemed to be a slight commotion.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be two people dressed in rough ancient costumes, with their faces painted, dressed as local ancient celebrities "Yunshan Gong" and "Cuiwei Furen", taking photos with several young people who looked like tourists from other places.

Taking photos was quick; as soon as he finished, "Yunshan Gong" pulled out a laminated sign that read "Twenty yuan per person" and blocked the way for the tourists.

The passenger was clearly taken aback and tried to argue that the other party had not explained the charge in advance.

The woman dressed as "Lady Cuiwei" stood with her hands on her hips and said, "Taking photos for free? Do you think our costumes and makeup didn't cost money? We've already taken the photos, so pay us now!"

Two lookouts were also nearby, subtly closing in.

The expressions of the people from the station management office and the police station immediately changed, and they were about to step forward to disperse them.

The prefect raised his hand to stop them and walked over himself.

When those people saw a group of serious-looking, imposing individuals suddenly arrive, their arrogance immediately diminished.

The prefect ignored the actors and turned to the flushed young tourists, asking in a calm tone, "Are you here for tourism in Yunshan?"

The passenger nodded.

"This is quite a disappointment. You don't need to pay." After saying this, the prefect looked at the stunned people. "Playing historical figures to spread culture? The idea isn't bad. However... we don't support forced sales, cheating and overcharging customers."

After speaking, the prefect ignored the group and addressed the station area director and the district officials: "Immediately eliminate such behavior. Any unauthorized commercial photography or forced charging is strictly prohibited in the square and station entrances/exits. Increase plainclothes patrols; deal with each case discovered. For those with genuine needs for historical and cultural displays, the cultural and tourism department should take the lead in establishing standardized, clearly priced public guided tours or photo booths in designated areas, under unified management."

He then glanced at the other people in the square who were furtively handing out flyers and following tourists around selling their wares: "Those too... I want to see a significant improvement in the order of the square within an hour."

After passing through security, I entered the waiting hall.

Under the bright lights, passengers sat or walked, amidst a cacophony of announcements, children's cries, and conversations.

The overall order is acceptable, but problems can still be seen in the details.