FyrenZhang said:
"Now, when we put out houses, the people in the shantytowns will think that this is the house they deserve and that it should have been there a long time ago! He won't be grateful if you let him live there or not."
"There will also be cursing, saying that the project has dragged on for years, how much they have paid and how much they have suffered. Supporting facilities do not go up, the living environment is no longer good, order a takeaway are bothering ..."
"Then they curse! It's as bad as it gets! Cussing is not bad, screw it, then surround you and hold up banners and call you all wolves for pulling them out."
Secretary Winnie knocked on the table, "Fyren! Speak practically! You're ... this is a city hall office, watch what you say."
Mayor Ziv stopped it, "Let him talk."
"But!" FyrenZhang emphasized heavily, "If it's monkish, it tastes good without salty salt."
"What do you mean?" Someone asked.
"We do the screening internally and select a portion of the ones that need to be addressed as soon as possible, as well as the ones that are eligible for the first occupancy, and screen him for tens of thousands of people! Have them fill out forms and tell them it's a screening. That changes the mindset!"
FyrenZhang laughed, "It used to be that the house was supposed to be mine and should have been built for me a long time ago. Now it's, thank goodness, I'll put up with anything as long as I'm allowed to get the house first."
Secretary Winnie said, "This ... this can not be ah, this is not ... this last can not get the house, still have to mess with us ah?"
FyrenZhang said, "Let's have a public information campaign!"
"Publicize it!?"
"Right!" FyrenZhang said, "Tell them clearly the advantages and disadvantages of being the first to move in."
"The advantage! The first batch of houses, they can first decorate, first move in. At least they don't have to spend money on renting a house, and the procedures for the child's enrollment can be made up as soon as possible, without worrying about the impact of the child's examination because of the school registration problem. Anyway, the specific benefits you go to statistics, public out."
"The disadvantages are also told to them! Tell them explicitly that being the first to move in is just being fast! Later on, everyone has a house, so don't worry about it. Since you chose to be the first to move in, you have to bear the disadvantages of incomplete supporting facilities, unattractive neighborhood environment, underdeveloped transportation routes, and struggling to order takeout ...."
Mayor Ziv nodded, "What do you guys think?"
"I ... would like to ask Fyren, that is ... so that there will be no trouble? I am really scared by the squatters making trouble."
FyrenZhang said, "We are not happy with anyone right now if we let them live in according to our own stats that should have priority. Why? It's still the same thing, they should! They think they should!"
"But! Do as I say and they will think that they have a choice! The choice is to have the house first, or to wait and have a better living situation later! The psyche will change, and it's their choice to get the house and not get the house."
FyrenZhang pointed at the man, "For example, if I designate a person and match him with a car, he might still resent the car for being low-grade, underpowered, and having no face when he drives it out!"
"But if I let him choose, whether to pick a cheap one and drive the car for a few years and then give it to him, or to pick a high-end one but have the possession of the car go to the company after leaving the job or having a change. That would be different."
"That's going to be a good car, it's his choice, he's happy, it's dignified!"
"He wants a cheap car and it's his choice, he's happy, he has a car!"
"That's it!"
"Yes!" Secretary Winnie was excited, "This works, not only does it solve the problem of the first batch of occupants, but other people see with their own eyes that the information is transparent and they have the right to make their own choices. This way the people waiting in line behind will all be at ease, one arrow does not know how many eagles ah!"
Someone wondered, "We can't distribute it that evenly, not everyone can be satisfied, there will still be people making a fuss!"
FyrenZhang said, "You're stupid! Fifty thousand people, twenty-five thousand volunteered to move in, will they make a scene?"
"No way." The man shook his head.
"More than 20,000 people have chosen to wait for the second and third phases of the house, will they make a fuss?"
"No."
"The rest of those are still human?"
"Ugh how do you talk here?"
FyrenZhang said, "I mean, they're just pricks! There aren't many of them, and they don't do anything to me, and a few of them are looking for you guys too."
FyrenZhang smiled evilly, "You have a special department responsible for this kind of stabilization work, don't you? Go ahead, talk to those prickly people and pacify them. Get some rice, white flour, eggs, soybean oil and send them home. Do you still need me to teach you this job?"
The man was half speechless.
Feelings you can count, the rest are indeed basically pricks, you do not care, what should I do!
Mayor Ziv puffed out a laugh instead:
"As I see it, Fyren's proposal is very good! It's very constructive! When we do our work, we should be able to distinguish between major and minor contradictions. Uh ... late there may be individual, a very small number of people do not understand, this will be responsible for pacifying the comrades to work hard, suffer a little bit of aggravation. For the sake of the overall situation."
Mayor Ziv is liking FyrenZhang more and more.
The words are rough.
It's the kind of job where you want to please everyone, and that's impossible!
Zhuge Liang couldn't even do it if he lived.
There are definitely people who are going to make trouble. In fact, according to FyrenZhang's design, it has instead greatly reduced the work pressure of the stability maintenance department.
Really thousands of people come to make trouble, I'll see how your door opens!
These are things that are inevitably accepted in doing things, like crime, disease and war ...
It will never go away.
Humanity can only do its best to keep the peace, suppress the crime rate, and improve the health of the people as much as possible.
People can do it, that's all.
It's just that FyrenZhang, the kid, talks too much.
Obviously doing good work, obviously solving a big problem, obviously making very constructive suggestions, but saying it in a way that makes people so angry that they want to give him a fat beating.
Mayor Ziv clapped his hands and the matter was settled.
The meeting is adjourned and Mayor Ziv pulls FyrenZhang aside:
"Fyren, this idea of yours is good, it's that when you convey it within the group, you have to be careful with the wording. Don't say things like 'you have to be tough on the people' or 'let them think they have a choice', once it gets out, the good things we've done will become bad."
FyrenZhang thought for a moment, "Then I would say that we are 'fully taking into account the actual situation of the squatters'."
"Rationalized according to the level of priority within the regulations."
"and fully respect the right of squatters to make their own choices."
"And it will also 'make a solemn promise to squatters that everyone will have a home, everyone will have a school, everyone will have security of tenure, and everyone will have a roof over their heads'?"
Mayor Ziv laughed, "Good, that's it, a room for everyone even. But why is a good thing so hard for you to say?"
FyrenZhang smiled, "Mayor Ziv, my master taught me one thing."
"What sense?"
"In everything, there is white in black and black in white."
...
Seeing FyrenZhang strutting away after his comrades from the police department, one of whom was still huffing and puffing, Mayor Ziv asked what was wrong, and Winnie, the secretary, laughed and said, "Let's get Fyren pissed off."
The man said in a depressed manner, ''I just don't understand, the heavens really don't open their eyes! How could it be someone like FyrenZhang who is sitting on hundreds of billions of assets? Is he speaking human words?"
Mayor Ziv laughed, "You, you just lack experience. You think all entrepreneurs are like us, love the people, have dedication and burn themselves for the people?"
"FyrenZhang said so many useful things, how come you only heard the hard ones? Why are Winnie and I just excited?"
"But Mayor Ziv ... he has no respect for the people!"
Mayor Ziv said, "I respect the people, you respect the people, Winnie respects the people. But the people want housing, they want medical care, they want to go to school, they want to eat ... You can't just give them respect! It has to be like FyrenZhang, contributing people, money, and solutions!"
The man was so aggrieved that he was on the verge of shedding tears, "He's just a scum!"
Secretary Winnie patted him on the shoulder, "I do admire FyrenZhang more and more."
"Huh!?"
"Tell me about it." Mayor Ziv smiled.
"Fyren is bad-mouthed and likes to talk nonsense, which is annoying to anyone who hears it. But ... he does things without ambiguity. It's like a general who is full of bad habits, likes to drink and fight, likes to sleep with women and gamble on Pai Gow ... but just manages to win battles. And attacked the city to protect the people, not to scourge the people."
Secretary Winnie said, "A general like that shouldn't be slammed for a little private moral flaw, instead he should be treated like a treasure! A general who wins a hundred battles, that's definitely the brightest star of that era."
"Hahaha!" Mayor Ziv laughed out loud, "That's an interesting analogy, did you get it?"
"Kind of ... get it."
Winnie, the secretary, said, "You haven't been in the workforce for long, and like me when I was young, you're full of idealism. But the reality is harsh. To do things, you have to integrate the strength of the whole community."
"Whether it is entrepreneurs, artists, soldiers, merchants, farmers, people's representatives ... Let the elite in all professions and positions contribute their own unique share of power to promote social progress, improve the quality of life of the people, make this city a better place and the world a better place. "
"Our mayor, that's what he's doing. fyrenZhang is a pawn, used well and wonderfully, used badly, it's our own incompetence, got it?"
Mayor Ziv added: "Instead of asking them to write, to be humble and courteous, everyone is like us. If everyone was like us, I don't see the point of the world."
...
In a makeshift office, several police officers were checking statements.
"That is, you and Officer Zoey agreed that she would penetrate the interior, pretend to be captured, give you a location, and then your people would make the capture and rescue, is that correct?"
"That's right!"
FyrenZhang said, "Officer Zoey is truly a good officer with integrity, bravery, selflessness and long legs!"
"She single-handedly killed the thieves' camp, killed a seven into seven out, took out more than fifty punks, robbed two long spears and three short spears, and finally the horse fell into the pit, which was a waste of life ..."
"Stop! Stop stop! Is this Zoey you're talking about?Isn't this Zoey?"
"It's all pretty much the same, and I don't think Zoey may have longer legs than Officer Zoey."
Officer Zoey and the First Sergeant stood in the other room, watching FyrenZhang boast and look at each other.
Zoey was too red-faced to look at her officer.
"Why don't you inform your superiors first when you have information and cooperate with FyrenZhang?" The captain asked seriously, "Do you know how dangerous this is?"
Zoey muttered, "A few punks, I didn't realize it was so big behind the scenes!"
Inside, FyrenZhang is still vernacular:
"I was yelling at them! Tie! Now you Fyren are here! Er either succeed or fight, advance or retreat, or contend or fight! Not attacking or fighting, not advancing or retreating, not contending or fighting, er are a bunch of fools! Yell once and the punks back off! Shout twice, and the punks get cold! Shout three times and the roof topples over. Posterity has a poem to praise me ..."
"Enough!" The little cop stood up with a slap on the table, "Do you really think I lack heart!?"
An old dryad stood up with a teapot in his hand, "O Fyren, collect the Avatar, and speak the rest when the return comes."