Life Reset: I’m the Master in the Officialdom

The boss came running over and said, "Leader, I'm the boss. What can I do for you?"

The middle-aged police officer in the lead said, "Our superiors have issued a document. From now on, you individual merchants will pay a security fee of 300 yuan per month. Our police station will regularly patrol your stores to ensure your safety!"

As he said that, he wrote something like a receipt, tore it off and handed it to the boss.

The boss smiled and spoke nicely. He took out 300 yuan from the cash register and handed it to the middle-aged policeman. He also gave them a few bottles of drinks. The middle-aged policeman walked out with a satisfied expression.

After several policemen left, the noodle shop owner's face suddenly became serious and he started cursing.

Zhao Qingliang also saw this scene and frowned tightly.

Wen Tao understood Minister Qingliang's expression and pretended to be nonchalant, asking, "Boss, what is this security fee? Isn't it the job of the people's police to protect the people?"

Just as the noodle shop owner was about to speak, a middle-aged man at a nearby table said, "Brother, you're definitely not from our Fangcheng, are you? If you were, you'd understand."

A lady next to the middle-aged man tugged at him, as if blaming him for meddling in other people's business.

The middle-aged man didn't explain it clearly, which aroused Wentao's curiosity.

"Brother, can you tell me in detail? I am from another place and came to Fangcheng to do business. I want to know more." Wentao asked.

When the middle-aged man heard that Wentao was a foreigner doing business, he let down his guard.

He said, "This is nothing unusual in our city. In addition to the security fee, there are also sanitation fees, garbage disposal fees, and other miscellaneous fees. If you want to open a small shop, you'll have to pay two to three thousand yuan a month just for fees. I advise you not to do business in the city."

The noodle shop owner was also sighing and shaking his head.

After the three of them paid the bill, they walked out of the noodle shop. The driver Li Tao had already prepared the car, but Minister Qingliang did not get in the car. He wanted to take a walk along the road. The guard Yu Hu followed him from a distance.

"The fees collected by Fangcheng are typical random charges, and the fees charged under so many names must be huge in amount. This money cannot go into the local treasury, and it is very likely that this money will go into the pockets of certain people." Minister Qingliang suddenly said.

"These people are too lawless!" Wen Tao said angrily.

"After you go back, please contact the comrades from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection in my name and ask them to come down for an unannounced inspection. I will bring it up at the regular office meeting of the Provincial Party Committee later." Zhao Qingliang said.

"Yes, Minister."

After all, this kind of problem was not the responsibility of the organization department, but as a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Minister of Organization, Zhao Qingliang could not sit idly by and had to let Wentao hand it over to the comrades of the Discipline Inspection Commission for handling.

Wentao followed Minister Qingliang for more than an hour. Minister Qingliang also bought some local handicrafts of Fangcheng, while Wentao bought some sugar-roasted chestnuts and rice cakes, intending to take them back to Quancheng and let "Miss Jian" taste them.

"Minister, there seems to be something wrong up ahead."

Minister Qingliang nodded.

This is an old city area. There are many small vendors on the street. There are many people gathered in front, and some vendors pushing tricycles also left in a hurry with a look of dismay.

Zhao Qingliang and Wentao walked over and saw several urban management officers confiscating a street vendor's belongings.

A tractor was pulling a cart of cabbages for sale. It looked like they were grown at home.

One of the urban management officers directly got on the driver's seat of the tractor and prepared to take away the entire truckload of cabbages. The remaining urban management officers were smashing the tables and chairs used for the stall and trying to snatch the vendor's scale.

The hawker held on tightly, and several urban management officers took action and started beating the hawker.

Some of the kind-hearted onlookers were trying to persuade the urban management staff, while others who could not bear to watch the situation directly called the police.