Chapter 8 Eight

When the Boeing 747 jetliner flying from Haikou landed on time at 20:05 at Chanshu Airport, 20 kilometers west of the provincial capital, a rare heavy snow fell silently.Gu Youcai, deputy secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, personally led people and a car to wait under the gangway of the plane to meet Secretary Zhang Heng.It didn't take long for the snowflakes flying all over the sky to cover the roofs of the three big black Audis.When Secretary Zhang and the two medical staff sent by Hainan to escort him appeared at the door of the cabin, Deputy Secretary Gu hurried up the gangway, supported Secretary Zhang and said, "Look at you, I have to rush back to listen to the report in person." .Is it okay along the way? Nothing unusual, right?"

"What's abnormal!" Zhang Heng withdrew his arm from Lao Gu's support, and said, "How long has it been snowing?" "It's been about an hour. I'm still worried that if you guys arrive a little later, the plane won't be able to land." "Good snow, good snow." Zhang Heng, a northern man who grew up in the north, praised repeatedly. "Everything is good in Hainan, but there is no snow. There is no snow this winter, but it makes me tired." He said, and he let out a long breath. Late last night, he listened to Lao Gu's report on the phone. Dang even invited the leaders of the hospital to the ward and told them that he had to go back to the province immediately.

"Going back to the province? This..." Before the dean could remember, he added with great certainty: "I'm not discussing with you, let alone asking. Please allow me to say it bluntly, I I am here to inform you that I have to go back to the province immediately to call a very important meeting. Please make some preparations for my return to the province. If you think it is necessary, please send two people to take care of me along the way." "Going back to the province..." The dean seemed extremely troubled. "Do you want to say hello to the Central Committee? You came to treat the illness, which was approved by the Secretariat of the Central Committee. We let you go without permission. In case something happens along the way, this responsibility..."

"Over there at the secretariat, I'm going to ask for leave. You will be in charge of medical technology. How about it? Let's go." "Secretary Zhang, something seems wrong, right? Are you a doctor, or are we doctors?" the dean smiled helplessly. "Of course you are doctors. But this time I have the final say. I'm sorry, something happened at home!" The first time Zhang Heng heard the report on the shooting case in Laifeng Mountain Villa, he felt very keenly that this case was not trivial and had connotations. It was definitely not a simple vicious criminal case.After listening to Lao Gu's report last night, he learned that the secretary surnamed Zhang was involved in the Donggang stock case, his heart sank, and he even felt cramped for a long time. The jobs in province A have been rising steadily over the years, especially in major strategic research projects such as the reform of state-owned enterprises and the structural adjustment of the national economy set by the central government. Province A has achieved remarkable results.Not long ago, People's Daily devoted a full page to a special report on their experience in these areas.The news commentary department of China Central Television sent a film crew to do a series of reports in this area, but he politely declined.He is almost 60 years old, and he understands very well that now for Province A, the most important thing is to do things solidly, comprehensively, deeply, and achieve real results, instead of busying himself with various "flattery".He prescriptively asked the letter and visit department to report to him once a week a special analysis report on the situation of letters and visits (including petitions) for that week, and he wanted to know the conditions and opinions of the people.He cannot calmly face the camera lens, face the central leadership and the 1.2 billion people across the country boasting about the "achievements" of province A when the rate of letters and visits from the masses remains high and even continues to rise.The way of heaven is unified, and the hearts of the people are supreme.He who was powerful and powerful for a while, will return to the people one day.Of course, at that time, due to favorable policies, he can still hide in a single-family deep house compound, guarded by armed guards, and enjoy the same provincial and ministerial treatment, regardless of his "spring, summer and autumn and winter."If this is the case, why bother to call yourself a "Communist" and flaunt your whole life?It's nothing more than a corrupt government official!Tsk!He can't forget that in the early 1980s, he was transferred from the position of deputy chief engineer of the aircraft factory to the provincial economic committee. The night before he left the factory, comrades in the factory's leadership team held a farewell party for him.They talked all night.Talk about the difficulties of being a leader of a state-owned enterprise, talk about the difficulties in the next step of China's reform, talk about the overwhelming burden on the shoulders of their generation and the various imbalances in their hearts, and even talk about the joys and sorrows of their respective family lives, but they just didn't talk about it. Personal "future".Don't even dare to look ahead!I can't talk about it!It was not until dawn that he walked out of the small white building in the factory (this building was built by the Japanese back then).He wanted to go home quietly and leave the factory quietly.He didn't dare to say goodbye to the workers in the factory, not because he was afraid of anything else, but because he would be too emotional and unable to control his emotions when he saw such a scene.When the factory was taken over from the Japanese, it was a completely paralyzed aircraft parts repair factory.Until today, it has become one of the main factories that manufacture our own civil aircraft. He Zhang Heng can empathize with how the workers and grassroots technical cadres have struggled step by step.He loves all of this, even to the point of being "blind".He told the leaders of the workshops not to organize workers to see him off, and not to make him feel uncomfortable.When he was about to walk to the gate of the factory, he really didn't see any big scenes. His heart relaxed a little, but he felt a little lost.After walking a few steps forward, I saw several figures beside the gate of the factory.When I got closer, it turned out that each workshop sent an old worker representative to wait for him here.Province A at the turn of summer and autumn is a rainy season.The rain fell quietly, especially before dawn, and was accompanied by sporadic thunder.All the old workers surrounded them, they were all key elements in the section who were not good at talking. "Going away?" "Going away." "Going away." "What's good?"

"Stay a little longer." "It's raining heavily." "Then let's go." They silently sent him to the yellow boundary line at the gate of the factory.According to the regulations, commuters who commute by bicycle have to get off before reaching this line.Everyone habitually calls it the "factory boundary". "Stand for a while longer." An old worker suddenly suggested.At that time, Zhang Heng, who had already stepped out of the yellow line with one leg, didn't understand for a moment: Stand a little longer?What are you doing? Station regulation L?He raised his head suspiciously and looked at the few worker representatives.I saw them lined up inside the yellow line, looking at him with great sincerity and nostalgia.

He suddenly understood that these old workers wanted him to stand on the yellow line for a while longer.His heart felt sour all of a sudden, and he hurriedly withdrew his feet, tears streaming down unexpectedly.An old worker took out a bottle of wine, walked up to Zhang Heng in embarrassment, and said, "It's not good wine." Zhang Heng, who had never drank, took the bottle without saying a word, bit open the bottle cap, and murmured I drank almost five or six liang in one breath.I can't remember how I got home afterwards... Yes, the people, for Zhang Heng, is absolutely not a vague concept in the sense of politics and sociology, let alone a theoretical cover. For him, these two words are absolutely A river of spring water, the sun, the moon, and the stars are the tremor of the heartbeat, the cry of flesh and blood, and the lifelong complex that a dreamer can't get rid of... Until now, he went to the university campus to discuss with some outstanding young intellectuals, and listened to their impassioned speeches. When talking about science and technology, reform, self-worth, world development trends, democracy and freedom, and even the motherland, the word "people" is never mentioned. He always has some hidden worries in his heart.He always asks himself suspiciously: Is it... am I really old... and my thoughts have stagnated?out-of-date?