Apportionment?

If Secretary Lu held all the power, doing this wouldn't be a problem, and no one would dare say anything.

But he isn't.

Does he have any rights?

During meetings, everyone gives you face.

After the meeting, who cares about you?

Song Guanchao squinted his eyes and said, "Secretary Lu is at the end of his rope."

Wu Qiangwei nodded in agreement.

The finances are out of money, with a large project shortfall.

Not long ago, Wu Qiangwei also encountered this issue.

But ultimately, Wu Qiangwei solved it.

Now, however, Secretary Lu seems unable to solve it.

He has mediocre connections and lacks strong backing.

When he needs money, he can't find any channels.

Attracting investment?

Bank loans?

He believes Secretary Lu has tried these methods.

However, the results were unsatisfactory.

Otherwise, he wouldn't resort to apportionment to fill the gap.

But this approach is a last resort.

Moreover, besides having no money, someone wants to take him down!

This is evident from the rumors surrounding the relocation compensation.

Someone is attempting to provoke public anger and create incidents through this method!

The mass jump of the displaced residents last Friday almost resulted in a catastrophe.

Song Guanchao is a bit curious about who is steering all this from behind the scenes?

This is entirely pushing Secretary Lu to his demise.

If an accident occurs, Secretary Lu's hat as City Secretary would definitely be removed, ending his political career directly.

However, this is good news for Song Guanchao.

Firstly, Secretary Lu also realizes that someone is secretly targeting him.

Whether or not he ever thought of lowering the relocation price, after this incident, he wouldn't dare entertain such thoughts.

Secondly, if the project can't proceed, it can only be stalled.

Once it's stalled, his achievements would be gone.

Without any real authority and unable to manage even a single project, provincial leaders would see Lu Zhizhong as completely incapable.

An incapable City Secretary has no future.

Retreating to the second line is an unchangeable fact.

"Secretary!" Song Guanchao suddenly said, "I have a suggestion."

"You want me to hand over the project?"

"You know me well, Secretary!"

Secretary Lu already has no future to speak of.

Zheng Bihui is tied to him, with no room for advancement.

The top two positions have already been sentenced to death.

Even if she does nothing, she can sit in the Mayor's position when the time comes.

But that's too slow.

Now, if Wu Qiangwei takes over the project and completes it beautifully, it would be a great achievement!

The province isn't blind; there's a high probability they will let Secretary Lu and Zheng Bihui retire early, leaving the position to capable people.

Wu Qiangwei closed her eyes and said, "We'll talk about it at the end of the month."

This project is key to whether Secretary Lu can make a comeback.

He can't possibly hand it over.

The more crucial the moment, the less one can be anxious.

One must wait until he can no longer hold on, until he is at the end of his resources.

Then, no need to be proactive; he will give up the project under pressure.

And before that, she only needs to prepare the money in advance.

After all, regardless of who takes over the project, the funding gap will always exist.

It won't disappear just because there's a change in leadership.

"Alright, stop pressing, you can leave."

Song Guanchao withdrew his hand and suddenly said at the door, "Secretary, are you going for a survey this afternoon?"

"Next month."

"Why was it changed to next month?"

Wu Qiangwei didn't speak, just looked at him, her eyes seeming to ask, "You tell me?"

Song Guanchao felt a bit embarrassed, guessing that it was likely because of him, making her delay the originally planned survey.

"Then I'll go and re-contact those companies to set a time."

…

"Lu Zhizhong, this idiot, so pretentious, does he think our Industrial and Commercial Bureau doesn't do anything? Thirty million, really dare to ask!"

"Director Feng, how much do you plan to contribute?" Director Yang from the Tax Bureau asked.

"Contribute what? Not a single penny!"

Director Feng asked, "Why, Director Yang, does your Tax Bureau have lots of money?"

Director Yang laughed, "Director Feng's joking, it's nearly year-end, the office funds have long been used up."

Dean Chen from the Intermediate People's Court also complained, "The City Committee and Municipal Government want money, why call me to the meeting?"

"Who knows."

"Probably too anxious, grasping at straws."

"After all, no matter what is said, he's the City Secretary, the top leader, so occasionally showing off to assert authority can be understandable."

Several people teased, completely disregarding Secretary Lu.

…

Time.

Day by day went by.

In the blink of an eye, it's the end of the month.

During this time, Chu Xiao'e introduced Yan Huafang, the head of the market department at Jinlong Company, to Song Guanchao.

Chu Xiao'e had mentioned this car company to him earlier.

This car company intends to open a new factory, currently still inspecting, undecided on which city to settle.

Song Guanchao met and conversed with Mr. Yan, only briefly discussing.

He roughly understood the other's needs.

But he can't make decisions about these needs.

He can only act as a middleman, report the other's needs to Wu Qiangwei.

During this time, he's been busy with this matter.

Jinlong Company is a car manufacturer, a type of enterprise liked by various cities.

Car enterprises can apply for certain special subsidies.

If this car enterprise can settle in Lingjiang, it would be considered a commendable achievement for Wu Qiangwei.

November 30th, Tuesday.

At the City Committee, Secretary Lu sat in the office, holding a cigarette in one hand, gripping the phone with the other, making call after call.

"Director Hao, when will the money arrive?"

"Secretary Lu, our Human Resources Bureau is truly out of money, it's not that I don't want to cooperate with your work, simply no money." Director Hao complained repeatedly.

To say these leaders have no other skills, they are very professional at passing blame and shirking responsibility.

Secretary Lu was silent for a few seconds and said, "Alright, I understand."

He hung up the phone and continued calling.

"Director Yang, has the money been transferred?"

"Secretary Lu, you're asking for too much, the bureau can't even pay next month's performance bonuses, a few department heads' bonuses have been suspended since last month. But since Secretary Lu has spoken, I must make a statement, here, I can scrape together three million, no more, really can't!"

Secretary Lu took a deep breath and said, "Since it's so difficult, keep the money for yourselves."

Calls from morning until noon, finally called the Finance Bureau: "Director Gao, how's the progress?"

Director Gao was stumped for a while and said, "Secretary Lu, no money."

Secretary Lu asked, "Not a single penny?"

"None..." Director Gao felt pity for Secretary Lu.

Dominant and imposing in meetings.

Turn around, more than a week passed, seeing today is the end of the month, yet no unit has sent money.

What does this signify?

It signifies they don't consider Lu Zhizhong important.

It signifies that he is nothing in Lingjiang!

For a City Secretary to reach this point, it's truly frustrating and sad.

"Alright, I understand."

Hung up the phone, Secretary Lu smoked with a cold expression.

He had long been prepared, and was not surprised.

But, he still had some expectations.

He thought they would symbolically contribute one or two million, at least keeping appearances.

No money given, indicating they don't even want to pretend.

"I, Lu Zhizhong, really have no standing."

With a self-mocking smile, Lu Zhizhong extinguished his cigarette, muttering to himself, "This is also good, otherwise, when dealing with you all, I might feel bad about it."

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