bestfiction Chapter 1136 Revolutionaries are always young
Chapter 1136 Revolutionaries are always young
The man with the long face took a red armband and put it on himself, he said seriously.
"Comrade Wang Qiuju, today's meeting is very important. The leader said that I will preside over the entire meeting and you will be in charge of the criticism and struggle session. But it's definitely not enough for just the three of you. I've transferred more than a hundred young workers from the factory to you. These people will follow your command completely. How about it? Are you confident?"
Wang Qiuju crossed her right arm across her chest and said excitedly.
"Please rest assured, leaders and superiors. With the east wind blowing and the war drums beating, who in this world is afraid of whom? Today we will definitely root out these bad elements, resolutely defeat and frighten them, and no longer tarnish the new country's reputation."
The man with the long face nodded in satisfaction. This young girl had matured very quickly. Just a few days ago, she was an unknown saleswoman, but today she had become one of the leaders of a mass gathering of ten thousand people. Keep in mind that she is only 22 years old this year. Her future is truly bright.
At this moment, Liu Dagang, the deputy director of the heavy machinery factory, led more than a hundred young workers in quickly. Not far behind him, groups of workers from the heavy machinery factory walked towards them carrying red flags.
Before the workers even arrived, their loud singing could be heard.
"A revolutionary is forever young, like a great pine tree that remains evergreen through winter and summer. He is not afraid of wind and rain, nor of freezing cold. He stands firm and unwavering, forever standing tall on the mountaintop..."
Long face couldn't help but sing along. This song, "Revolutionaries Are Always Young," was created 50 years ago. It's catchy and whether you sing along or just listen, it gets your blood pumping.
Liu Dagang led his men to the edge of the platform. These young workers, all wearing new work clothes, were young and healthy, and looked particularly energetic.
Wang Qiuju waved her hand happily.
"Qiu Fengqin, Luo Xiaoxue, distribute the red armbands to our people so everyone can look more energetic. People from other units will be coming in soon."
This red armband seems to possess a mysterious magic; whoever wears it feels a surge of ambition within them.
Aside from men, women, and children, over two thousand people came to the heavy machinery factory. Fortunately, Fujian is the provincial capital, and its square is well-constructed, capable of accommodating forty to fifty thousand people; otherwise, many others wouldn't have been able to attend.
The meeting was scheduled for 9:30, but some companies started arriving as early as 8:15. Compared to the workers at the heavy machinery factory, those who arrived later didn't seem as energetic.
Everyone looked toward the heavy machinery factory. The factory's workers and cadres were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, singing revolutionary songs one after another, such as "The East Is Red," "Singing for the Motherland," and "The Bright Sun of September." In particular, the revolutionaries were forever young, and they had sung the song for the eighth time since entering the venue.
When the provincial and municipal leaders entered, they couldn't help but applaud upon hearing the resounding songs. These revolutionary songs instantly transported them to the war years, and some veteran cadres couldn't help but shed tears.
Two rows of tables and chairs were placed on the stage, with chairs but no tables on either side. Provincial and municipal officials were guided by staff to their seats.
They looked down at the crowd and were shocked to see that the square was already packed with over 40,000 people—just one-tenth of the city's population.
The rest of the people stood on the street outside the square. There was no other way; the square was too small for hundreds of thousands of people to come in.
Only Wang Wenlin, Li Bo, and Wang Heping, who are in charge of provincial affairs, are absent. This is commonplace among the audience; it's customary for leaders to arrive before others have already arrived.
Sure enough, with five minutes to go until 9:30, Wang Wenlin, Li Bo, Wang Heping, and others walked into the meeting room with heavy expressions. They had been in meetings day and night for the past two days, and everyone was exhausted, but they still hadn't come up with a way to win over the working group.
Wang Wenlin had already called the Party Secretary who was in a meeting in Beijing. The Party Secretary was also helpless. The more he learned about Da Bao, the more terrified he became. Even the Vice President of the State Council had to avoid Da Bao. What was he compared to him?
The secretary could only tell Wang Wenlin that he must be careful with his words and actions at this time, fully cooperate with the work group, and that anyone who makes a mistake during this period must be dealt with seriously and without leniency.
Most of the leading cadres of this era were wholeheartedly devoted to the country and the people, and were willing to humble themselves to do their work. However, their abilities were limited, and their vision was not broad. It was simply a pipe dream to expect to cultivate qualified leading cadres in such a short period of time, given that the country had only been established for ten years.
Wang Wenlin is a very kind person, but that's precisely why he doesn't have enough prestige. As the saying goes, "Kindness doesn't lead an army, righteousness doesn't build wealth, kindness doesn't make one an official, and sentimentality doesn't establish anything." Without a strong enough hand, how can one control the greedy hearts of men?
The man with the long face quickly came over to greet the leaders. Wang Wenlin and the others had long since recognized this rising star. No one looked down on him anymore; just a few days ago he was a junior director of a supply and marketing cooperative. Now, even Wang Wenlin had to give him some leeway.
Wang Wenlin shook the long-faced man's hand vigorously and sighed.
“Xiao Chen, you are a native of Fujian. You should take care of things in your hometown. When you talk to the work team, you should put in a good word for us old men.”
The man with the long face was a little flattered and quickly smiled broadly.
“Leader, you flatter me. What merit do I, Chen Agen, have to be valued so highly by you leaders? Please rest assured, I will do whatever I can and as long as it is within my power.”
Wang Wenlin, Li Bo, and the others exchanged glances, secretly giving each other a thumbs up. This young man spoke official jargon and platitudes flawlessly, seemingly agreeing but actually saying nothing. Such a person is bound to have a bright future. They really didn't know where Team Leader Qin found this old fox.
"Has Team Leader Qin arrived?"
The man with the long face shook his head.
"Not yet, I heard they went to the airport to pick someone up."
Wang Wenlin, Li Bo, and the others were stunned. They went to the airport to pick someone up? These days, only high-ranking officials could afford to fly. Why wasn't the working group taking them with them? Several heavy stones immediately weighed on the hearts of the leaders from Fujian Province…
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Da Bao did indeed go to the airport with his work group. He truthfully reported the events in southern Fujian to the central government, which took it very seriously. In particular, when they heard that some people were aiding the enemy, several bigwigs slammed their fists on the table in anger.
The military leaders, in particular, were seething with hatred. Soldiers were fighting valiantly on the front lines, and so many bastards were dragging them down. Therefore, the central government decided to conduct a major reshuffle in Fujian Province.
Da Bao was notified to come to Yixu Airport to pick up the new leader of Fujian Province, as well as comrades from the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China who were seeing him off.
Yixu Airport was first built in 1941, covering an area of over 6000 mu (approximately 400 hectares), with a runway over 1300 meters long. It is the largest aviation hub in Southeast China, located only 8.5 kilometers from the city center.
The Yixu Airport is extremely large. Originally, it had an earthen runway, which was only replaced with reinforced concrete in 1955. This is unique in the entire country...