Everyone had their own duties to attend to, and while Suming was having a heart-to-heart with Wolf King, Wang Jian She was in his office reviewing documents.
The secretary knocked and came in, placing a stack of materials on the corner of Wang Jian She's desk, and said, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Li has asked me to deliver these model worker materials for your review. This year, their district has a total of ten model worker slots, but they've received over a hundred nominations. These nineteen individuals are related to our agriculture, forestry, and fisheries sectors."
"Mmhmm, got it. I'll take a look. Come pick them up tomorrow morning," said Wang Jian She without lifting his head.
There are many aspects involved in the operations within a bureaucracy, such as selecting district model workers, which is quite an art.
Choosing model workers isn't a decision made by a single person; many aspects must be taken into account. For example, Wang Jian She is from the city bureau and oversees issues related to agriculture, forestry, and fisheries in the whole of Yangchuan City, but he does not specifically manage the work of any particular district. Ultimately, the district model workers are determined by the district leadership team, but nominations related to agriculture, forestry, and fisheries must seek Wang Jian She's opinion.
Simply put, out of the ten slots, two are for the agriculture, forestry, and fisheries sectors, and Wang Jian She gets to select these two.
Wang Jian She was very busy, juggling his routine duties and caring for the Yangtze Finless Porpoise Conservation Group's work, busy from morning till night without a moment's rest. It wasn't until close to the end of the day that he rubbed his temples, leaned back in his office chair, and began to read through the model worker candidate materials the secretary had brought.
Li Mingyu, deputy director of the city park...
Bai Tao, head of the Shipping Administration...
After reviewing several candidates in succession, none seemed quite right. Some had been model workers for several years in a row, and reappointing them as such would be meaningless and might even attract criticism; others had no noteworthy achievements to speak of, making it impossible to convince the public;
Still, there were some suitable candidates, but with limited slots, it was impossible to accommodate everyone.
"Zhou Jin, General Manager of Huating Fisheries Company, provides nearly a thousand tons of fishery products to the provincial fishery market every year and is Yangchuan City's largest freshwater fish breeder and supplier, with annual taxes reaching the scale of one million yuan..."
There are many private enterprises with tax scales reaching millions, but those in agriculture, forestry, and fisheries typically earn less. Reaching a tax scale of one million is certainly a giant within the industry.
As the person in charge, Wang Jian She had had some interactions with Zhou Jin and was familiar with him.
Zhou Jin left an impression on Wang Jian She as being one of those uneducated but capable and ambitious, or rather, having grand aspirations like a crude, self-made individual. He had always wanted to secure an official position and had been active in various circles, even going through Wang Jian She's connections.
However, Wang Jian She had always been cautious in his official conduct, never engaging in anything that broke the rules, as was evident from the fact that he only bought a Ford EcoSport for Wang Hao. Besides, with the state's strong anti-corruption efforts, Wang Jian She dared not mess around.
Watching TV last time, Zhou Jin was so infuriated by Suming that he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. Unexpectedly, this misfortune turned into a blessing. After the doctor's emergency treatment, it turned out that the chest congestion was cleared. Those mouthfuls of blood he spat out actually helped with his recovery.
"What do you know!" Zhou Jin snapped, "Being a model worker is an opportunity, you understand?"
"An opportunity for what?" The bald man was good in a fight, but talking politics to him was like playing the lute to a cow.
"Forget it, forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway," Zhou Jin let out a long sigh, suppressing his anger, and reminded himself to just see the bald man as a pig-headed fool. He couldn't afford to get angry again at this moment.
Becoming a model worker was the first step. If he could ride this east wind and manage to progress further, it would greatly benefit his future business endeavors.
He directly ordered the bald man, "Go get some bank cards made... and also, arrange a meeting with Mr. He for me. If he's free, drive him to the hospital. I have something to discuss with him."
The bald man nodded, "Oh. But will Mr. He be willing to help?"
Zhou Jin frowned. Mr. He was very shrewd; he was always amiable in dealing with people, offending no one. Zhou Jin had asked him for a few small favors in the past, so they were somewhat acquainted.
However, to what extent Mr. He would be willing to help, Zhou Jin wasn't sure. Strictly speaking, his relationship with Mr. He wasn't deep, and the few favors he had asked were not against any principles, just expediting matters with the handling staff below.
As the line of national legal enforcement grew tighter, Zhou Jin couldn't tell whether Mr. He was actually willing to go out on a limb for him.
But since Mr. He was the highest-ranking official Zhou Jin knew who also happened to be in direct charge of his affairs, he couldn't think of anyone else but Mr. He to turn to.
"Alright, I'll get it done." The bald man finished speaking, crunched into the peeled apple with relish.
The bald man had been peeling the apple next to Zhou Jin for quite a while. Zhou Jin initially thought it was for him and felt moved, thinking that despite the man's simplicity, there was at least some sentiment there, some sign that he cared.
But to his surprise, the bald man had no such intention. Zhou Jin's eyes went wide with incredulity, "That apple..."
"Huh? Mr. Zhou, you want an apple? You should've said so earlier!" Holding the apple with a bite taken out of it in one hand and a fruit knife in the other, the bald man asked with wide eyes.
Zhou Jin turned red with anger, struggled to turn his head away from the bald man, and said with a weak and breathless voice, "Get out, out, out... go get the cards, find Mr. He... Stop hovering around me... wait, call... call the nurse in..."