Chapter 73
At this point, the banquet was not over yet, and Gu Meiyu had to go to Ma Xiaole's house.
Ma Xiaole went back after a while. In order to avoid suspicion, he had to keep time apart. When he got home, he found that Gu Meiyu seemed to be resurrected at the wine table, and she frequently raised glasses. As a result, Liu Changxi and the others were all numb.
He was tough, stumbling and talking nonsense with his mouth full of alcohol. Especially the deputy village chief Ding Jianshe, who complained about not being able to become the village chief.
When Ding Jianshe complained like this, Liu Changxi's face became a little confused, so there was inevitably some conflict between his words.
"Xiao Le, just take a look and forget it." Ma Changgen, who had been in the kitchen house, saw Ma Xiaole come in and hurriedly walked to the yard and said to him, "You are all drunk like this. You can't drink anymore, or you can borrow wine."
It’s not a good thing if you make a lot of noise.”
Ma Xiaole was right after thinking about it. He quickly went into the house and asked the still sober production captains to help him and helped Liu Changxi and the others back home.
Gu Meiyu also left, and Ma Xiaole sent her outside the courtyard, laughing, with a hint of revengeful joy in her face. But Gu Meiyu didn't care, she only cared about the joy she had never experienced before.
"Secretary Ma, I'm leaving too, you go back."
"Director Gu, will you continue to talk nonsense in the future? Now you have to shut up!" Ma Xiaole asked.
Gu Meiyu turned around, smiled awkwardly and contentedly, said nothing, and walked away very proudly.
After seeing off the drinkers, Ma Xiaole was in a generally good mood. He said goodbye to Ma Changgen and Hu Aiying, and went to the orchard humming a tune.
Before going out, Ma Changgen stopped him and said that since the puppy whip had settled everything, it would be time to get a wife.
These words had no effect on Ma Xiaole. All his thoughts were focused on his title as secretary of the township government office. He wanted to be a good secretary, and then gradually be promoted to a junior official, and then slowly become a senior official!
This is what Ma Xiaole is most interested in and devoted to, and it is also his strongest wish. Of course, Feng Yishan said that he should be made a full-time secretary, which would be more conducive to promotion in the future, but the leader's words cannot be fully believed. If he does not fulfill his promise for a day,
, it’s still zero.
However, Ma Xiaole believes in Feng Yishan and has great hope. But in the final analysis, he has to rely on himself and must have excellent abilities.
Ability needs to be exercised, but also needs to be demonstrated. Ma Xiaole thought that finding a way to successfully complete the tax quota tasks assigned by the county to the township would be a double-edged sword.
To put it bluntly, the task of taxation targets is to collect money from industry, agriculture, commerce, animal husbandry and fishery. No matter what the development situation of the township is, after the quota has been issued, it is up to the township to figure out how to deal with it. If the tax revenue of 300,000 yuan is completed in a year, the task is completed.
The economic strength of Shagang Township is indeed not worth mentioning. There is nothing that can be regarded as an industry at all. The only thing that can be called a factory is the old brick kiln. However, in recent years, the brick kiln has not been turned over, and it is dozens of meters high.
There has been no smoke from the chimney for more than two years.
Let’s not talk about business. Every time there is a market, charging a management fee of 80 cents from each small stall is useless. There are also health centers, veterinary stations, agricultural science stations and other units that can generate income.
They are all tight, they just have enough to eat, but they still have the ability to pay any taxes.
The only thing left that can squeeze some profit is agriculture. When it comes to agriculture, it is nothing more than a matter in the village. Shagang Township has fifteen villages, large and small, which is considered a big township, but it is useless because it relies on farmers.
What kind of economic strength can we gain by digging up rubbish with our backs to the sky?
However, after much thought, Ma Xiaole felt that the fifteen villages were the backbone of Shagang Township after all, and the tax problem could not be solved without these fifteen villages.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the Spring Festival holiday was over, and Ma Xiaole returned to work in his hometown compound with his ideas.
Everything remains the same, the rural courtyard has not changed much after the New Year. It still looks busy, but in fact it is inactive.
This was said by Feng Yishan at the all-hands meeting at work. He slapped the tabletop of the meeting chair and was spitting. He said that in such a big township, the taxation issue is lagging behind every year and there is no improvement every year.
Woolen cloth?
As soon as the meeting ended, Ma Xiaole knocked on the door of Feng Yishan's office.
"Mr. Feng, are you busy?" Ma Xiaole said respectfully.
"Oh, Xiaoma, just tell me whatever you want." Feng Yishan was half lying on the sofa chair, "It seems that after a new year, my energy has increased several times!"
Ma Xiaole thought to himself, how can it be wrong? The puppy whip has solved a major life-threatening matter, so it will make me feel more energetic. It’s hard to think about it! "Mr. Feng, you are celebrating the New Year, or you are just thinking about work.
I'm so excited!" He chuckled.
"Ha, very good! Very good! Being able to be excited about work means that you, Ma Xiaole, have a bright future!" Feng Yishan laughed, picked up the cigarette on the table and took out a cigarette, "Come on, Xiao Ma, just rush
What you say is, smoke a cigarette."
"Ouch!" Ma Xiaole hurriedly walked over and stretched out his hands to take the cigarette, "Mr. Feng, I should give you a cigarette to smoke. Why should you take out the cigarette? But come on, my cigarette is not high quality.
, maybe you’re still burning your mouth while smoking!”
Ma Xiaole took the cigarette, quickly took out the lighter, and lit it for Feng Yishan with a "pop" sound.
"Ah, you kid." Feng Yishan smiled, "You have a quick mind and a mouth that is greased. If you can bend down and do something practical, then there will definitely be a way for you in the future!"
"Mr. Feng, your teaching has been engraved in my heart for a long time, and I have been thinking about it all day long." Ma Xiaole took a puff of cigarette, walked to the sofa where the guests were sitting, sat down, and looked at the ashtray on the coffee table in front of him.
Li flicked the cigarette that didn't have much ashes in a cool manner, "Mr. Feng, I think there is a way to try the taxation issue you told me about years ago."
"Oh, tell me what you can do!" Feng Yishan was very interested and leaned forward from the sofa chair.
"Township Chief Feng, don't we have fifteen villages in Shagang Township? That's the bulk of it. If each village can contribute ten thousand, half of the tax revenue will be covered. If it contributes twenty thousand, then three hundred thousand won't be all."
Is it solved?" Ma Xiaole said very seriously, but his excitement was naturally revealed.
However, Feng Yishan did not show any excitement after hearing this, "Oh, Xiao Ma, I have thought of this method for a long time. I used it several years ago, but the effect was not very good. The village party secretaries said that there is no money in the village."
, people come here one after another crying for their fathers and mothers, and at most they take out a thousand or two thousand ones, what the heck is that?"
Ma Xiaole was not surprised when he heard this. He and Fan Baofa had already discussed this issue. In fact, it was not that the village did not have money, but that it was unwilling to pay. Otherwise, would the village cadres still be able to eat and drink so well?
Also, what else does the village party secretary want? Look at almost all villages, whoever becomes the village party secretary in the first year and does not renovate a big tile-roofed house in the second year, it means that he is a bear!
"Chief Feng, as far as I know, it's not that there is no money in the village." Ma Xiaole said very carefully, looking at Feng Yishan's face as he spoke, if he didn't want to cause trouble, he should stop and leave as soon as possible, and he couldn't make himself look bad.
"I also know this, but the village just said there is nothing to do. You can't bring people to dig out their account books." Feng Yishan seemed helpless about this matter.
"Chief Feng, I think those village party secretaries are used to being lax." Ma Xiaole put out the butt of his cigarette, "As the saying goes, horses will not run until the whip is used, and people will not be hanged until the knife is used. It is time for those village party secretaries to be punished.
It’s a tight curse.”
Feng Yishan felt fresh after hearing this, "What kind of curse is this?"
"Chief Feng, think about it. The county has issued a tax quota for our village. If we fail to meet it, we will fall behind and we will be criticized. Can you bear it?" Ma Xiaole took out his cigarettes, pulled out one and gave it to Feng Yishan.
before.
Feng Yishan took the cigarette but didn't light it. He just put it on the table casually. "What can I do if I can't stand it? I just have to endure it with a shameless face."
Ma Xiaole lit one himself, took a deep puff, and said: "Head Feng, please don't be angry. If the county says, no matter which town or town, all collective and individual tax collection tasks will be canceled in the first year."
He won the first place in the party and government in the second year!" At this point, Ma Xiaole stopped, looked at Feng Yishan, and said softly: "In that case, Chief Feng, can you still try your best to complete the task?
?”
Feng Yishan looked at Ma Xiaole intently, blinked his eyes, and slammed the table, "Okay, Xiaoma, this method is powerful!" After saying that, he picked up his cigarette, lit one, took out another one and threw it to Ma Xiaole,
"Come on, whip me!"
Feng Yishan lit up the cigarette, a little excited, but also a little doubtful, "Xiao Ma, this method has not been used in any town before, is it a bit too much? If the higher-ups are blamed, it will be a heavy burden.
ah."
"What's going on?" Ma Xiaole was a little excited when he saw that Feng Yishan was about to accept his suggestion, "That's nothing at all. We are just using direct and effective methods to solve major problems, because it's not that there is no money in the village. If there is no money,
, maybe what we did was a bit too much.”
Feng Yishan thought for a while, said yes, and asked Ma Xiaole to go back and provide all the materials on the matter.
When Ma Xiaole heard this, he secretly complained. He said it was easy to finish talking, but it was difficult to write it down with a pen.
Feng Yishan saw the embarrassment on Ma Xiaole's face, "Xiao Ma, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?"
"No, there is no difficulty!" Ma Xiaole stood up and prepared to leave, "I just feel a little unfamiliar with holding a pen."
"What's wrong with you? It's a problem for a high school student to write something?" Feng Yishan said with a smile, "I've seen the meeting minutes you made. The small characters are pretty good. I trust your writing skills. Come back and give it to me.
Please prepare the complete materials carefully, and finally issue a document based on it, so that the village party secretaries can take a good look at it!"
After leaving Feng Yishan's office, Ma Xiaole felt something was wrong as soon as he returned. His desk was missing. Just as he was wondering, he saw Wu Yihong waving to him outside the window and walked out.
"Xiao Ma, let me help you adjust the office!" Wu Yihong's face was filled with joy.
When Ma Xiaole heard this, hehe, this Wu Yihong really did what he said, "Oh, Director Wu, I really trouble you. I didn't expect it to be done so quickly!"
Chapter completed!