"How to calm down?" Zhuang Jihua asked frowned. His approval was "Severely punish those who destroy rent and interest reduction." But Feng Gui was transferred to the office and the matter was not reported to him again. He had no idea of ​​the result of the handling.

"The local court and the police station have resolved it, but the party department has not participated." Lu Shanming felt aggrieved in his heart. He felt that he was completely treated as a subordinate.

"There is no report from the local party department? Is there any analysis report in this regard?" Zhuang Jihua's brows became more and more tight, and his dissatisfaction became stronger and stronger. Why did Chen Lifu send such a person? This person seems to be only an official.

"Captain Zhuang, if you beat someone to death, you have violated the law. Naturally, it should be handed over to the court for handling. Our party department cannot interfere with the law." Lu Shanming said that the sixth person could not continue like this, and he began to fight back to a limited extent.

"Well, from common sense, this is true. No one should interfere with the law, but the Party Department can still do some work, such as why such things happen, and this should be done in the future to avoid such things, how to ensure the implementation of rent reduction and interest rate reduction, why local landlords oppose rent reduction and interest rate reduction, how are the living conditions of local farmers? What roles have played in this incident, and how should we improve in the future." Zhuang Jihua counted Lu Shanming one by one with his fingers, but the latter's face gradually showed impatience.

"Captain Zhuang, in fact, these are all very easy to explain. Bazhong was occupied by the Communist bandits for a long time. The local people were deeply influenced by the Communist bandits and were seriously reborn. They were dissatisfied with the landlords' reclaiming the land, which led to trouble." Lu Shanming said to Zhuang Jihua without being soft or hard. The director of the Party Department has the power to supervise the garrison and local officials. You, Zhuang Jihua, are still under my supervision. Why do you teach me this lesson? You really treat me as a soft persimmon. I am not Zeng Kuang or Feng Gui.

Zhuang Jihua glanced at him coldly, and Lu Shanming felt that this glance directly swept into the depths of his heart, and saw his inner world clearly. He couldn't help but chill.

"Since that's the case, Director Lu please come back." Zhuang Jihua said coldly. This was enough to prompt him to make up his mind to drive this person away.

After Lu Shanming left, Zhuang Jihua said to Gong Xiuhua: "Clean to find Secretary Chang Fang Jin and Director Luo Lintao. It seems that Lu Shanming is a person who is here to be an official, not a place to do things. How could Chen Lifu find such a person?"

Secretary Fang Jin was born in Chongqing Cadre Training School. He was responsible for publicity during the Zeng Kuangyi era. Feng Gui was promoted to Secretary General. Luo Lintao was also a cadre supported by Chongqing and was brought to Chengdu by Feng Gui.

Gong Xiu came back soon after painting and reported to Zhuang Jihua that Secretary Chang Fangjin had been to Bazhong for a month, and has not yet come back, the director of the organization, Luo Lintao, went to Luzhou. He has not come back.

Zhuang Jihua understood, and probably these two people couldn't stand Lu Shanming's inaction, so they simply went out of sight and did their own things.

"Bad money drives out good money, bad money drives out good money," Zhuang Jihua murmured. Gong Xiuhua saw him talking to himself inexplicably, and asked strangely: "What does it mean?"

"This is a famous law in Western economics, which means that good currencies will be driven out of the market by fake currencies." Mei Yuntian shook his head and said, "The Cultural Revolution means that. The same is true in the officialdom. Good officials will be driven away by bad officials."

Gong Xiuhua then suddenly realized. Then she frowned and said, "This Lu Shanming is not so good. After coming here for a few months, he doesn't know anything."

One characteristic of officials from Chongqing is that they work hard. In Chongqing, they still don’t understand the situation after a few months, so they don’t do it anymore and they will drive you away long ago.

"The sooner this problem is solved, the better." Mei Yuntian glanced at Zhuang Jihua intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, record, Brother Lifu, even if there is no one in his hands, he cannot send such a person to control the party affairs of Sichuan. If there is no one, I have a few people in my hands to recommend it to you." Zhuang Jihua said thinking. Chen Lifu has a strong sense of self-esteem. If the words are too tough, it may backfire; but he is a person who is hard but not soft, and he may not react without any threat.

"Your telegram... is such a businessman." Mei Yuntian shook his head and sighed. He has been back in China for a few years, and he is also very clear about the domestic official ecology. As long as he makes fun of Zhuang Jihua, he will explain it.

It was a night of nothing, but Zhuang Jihua felt a little uncomfortable. In the past, his residence was very lively every time he went to Chengdu, but this time, no one came except Lu Shanming, which made Zhuang Jihua a little puzzled. He vaguely felt that this time things might not be that easy.

Sure enough, Mei Yuntian settled the accounts one by one at the provincial government meeting in the morning, and finally concluded that the total output value this year exceeded 150 million and the net profit reached 80 million. This huge number did not arouse the cheers of the Sichuan generals attending the meeting. They just applauded politely to express their appreciation.^^^^^ By the afternoon meeting, Liu Xiang began to bring the topic to their attention to the main things.

"The Cultural Revolution, rent reduction and interest reduction were promoted throughout the province, causing many conflicts in tenancy. What do you think should you do?" Liu Xiangji asked directly at the beginning of the meeting.

"What are the problems that arise?" Zhuang Jihua asked back.

"There are all kinds of ways. Take northern Sichuan as an example. The land in northern Sichuan is relatively thin and the yield is not high per mu. If you reduce the rent by 46, I am afraid that the landlords will suffer too much. Moreover, the Communist bandits have been in northern Sichuan for so many years, and the landlords will suffer a lot of losses, so they still want to pay the rent for 46, but they take 6." Liu Xiang gave an example casually, but Zhuang Jihua roughly understood the reason for the accident in Bazhong.

"I oppose doing this," Zhuang Jihua thought about it and looked at Liu Xiang and said, "If the provincial government retreated from Bazhong, other places would flock to the market, and rent reduction will soon return to their original state. After the war in northern Sichuan, people's lives were extremely painful. I heard that some people in northern Sichuan still asked the people to pay the rent that was not paid during the public outrage period. This was simply playing the piano randomly. Those were taken away by the Communist bandits. The people had this wind and must be stopped. If necessary, they could use force."

Zhuang Jihua's tone was not hesitant, and there was a murderous aura. Liu Xiang fell silent and glanced at Tian Songyao gently at the corner of his eyes. Tian Songyao immediately stood up and asked, "Cultural Revolution. You are right. But have you ever thought about it. Landlords are our supporters. Those farmers have been bribed by the Communist Party."

"Then let's buy it back." Zhuang Jihua interrupted him without hesitation: "If you can't eat enough, no matter how you manage it, the farmers will rebel. There are still Communist bandits in northern Sichuan that are active. The first way to eliminate them is to fight for the farmers first. As long as the farmers come over, these guerrillas will become rootless duckweed. It is easy to wipe out them."

"You have to let those landlords take a breath." Tian Songyao was a little anxious.

"This breath cannot make them breathe. If they want to breathe, the farmers will die." Zhuang Jihua did not retreat at all and refused to give in.

Tian Songyao was so angry that he sat down and turned his head and said nothing.

"There is a problem place that may not only be in northern Sichuan, but also in western Sichuan," Zhuang Jihua turned to Deng Xihou, and nodded slightly again: "I reiterate that the rent reduction is very important, and you all agree to the land. The provincial government also agrees, so we must persist, otherwise the prestige of the provincial government will disappear." Zhuang Jihua solemnly said.

"Does Yunnan also want to reduce rent and interest rates?" Liu Xiang asked softly.

Zhuang Jihua nodded and said, "Yunnan also needs to be done, but Yunnan is different from Sichuan. They are doing it in steps. Now they are doing it in Han settlement areas. Then they are promoted to ethnic minority settlement areas."

"In the Cultural Revolution, Du Guangting expanded his army in Yunnan. Lu Han was also expanding his army, and you were also expanding your army in Chongqing. Is the central government going to attack Guangxi?" Yang Sen interrupted.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Zhuang Jihua. Zhuang Jihua then realized that what these people were worried about was this, what was fighting Guangxi? Chiang Kai-shek had to negotiate with the Guangxi clique. How could it be fighting Guangxi at this time? It would be better to say that it was fighting Sichuan.

Zhuang Jihua looked at them and suddenly smiled. He swept around the room with his eyes, and then he slowly said: "How is it possible? The Chairman has just reached an agreement with Li Zongren. How can it be overturned in just a few days?"

Everyone suddenly became nervous, and Zhuang Jihua changed his tone: "However, I won't hit Sichuan."

The air in the room suddenly eased significantly. Zhuang Jihua laughed at this time, "You can put your heart on your stomach now."

"My heart has always been in my heart, but I don't understand what you want so many troops to do. The 60th Army, the New 101st Army, the 38th Army, the total strength is almost 200,000, and it is well-equipped, all of which are the products of Chongqing Arsenal." Yang Sen said loudly. Liu Xiang, Deng Xihou and others' eyes were once again concentrated on Zhuang Jihua, which was also their inner doubt. What is such a powerful army deployed here?

"Do you think I think," Zhuang Jihua said indifferently: "It's not your reason," these words changed the faces of the people present, but Zhuang Jihua seemed to have not seen it: "Last time I said to reorganize the army, and you agreed, then that's fine, you reorganize yourself, what about the result? You lied to me, an honest man, took away the weapons, and what about the reorganized army? Where? Change the soup or not, some of them are even more straightforward. Change the organization and finish it. If you can go to the battlefield to compete with the Japanese, then you are looking for death."

"There is no way. I can't force you to reorganize, so I have to organize a unit by myself. I'm 50,000 here and 100,000 in Yunnan, and a total of 150,000. At that time, we will go to war and fight with the Japanese. Just bring 300,000 soldiers at home to watch the door with peace of mind."

Zhuang Jihua's sharp ridicule made the heroes in Sichuan speechless. Liu Xiang was the only one who really spent his time reorganizing the troops. The model division Guo Xunqi's troops were reorganized by him. Most of the officers trained from Chongqing were assigned to this army, but his ideas were different from Liu Wenhui. Liu Wenhui did not want these to "pollute" other troops. Liu Xiang wanted to pass this army inspection and gain reorganization experience first. Liu Xiang knew very well that although the reorganization troops had reduced the number of troops, if they really wanted to follow what Zhuang Jihua said, the combat effectiveness of the troops would definitely be greatly improved. His strength was outstanding. Even if Zhuang Jihua broke his promise, he could withstand it, so he was relieved and bold and bold to reorganize the troops.

"You can't say that," Liu Xiang came forward to save face for the heroes in Sichuan: "We all spent our efforts to reorganize the troops in the Cultural Revolution, but each person's conditions were different, and there was constant war during this period, and the troops were always fighting, and there was not enough time."

"Yes, Mr. Fu is right," Yang Sen interrupted, "I have never rested this year from northwest Sichuan to Guizhou. I finally had a rest for two months and reorganized the troops. Now the Communist bandits have left and I have time to reorganize the troops. The Cultural Revolution, don't worry, when the time comes to fight against Japan, I, Yang Zihui, rushed forward."

"Cultural Revolution, don't worry about us. If anyone is suffering from diarrhea, let's take a look." Li Jiayu said unconvincedly.

While everyone was talking, Deng Xihou was calmly observing the scene. He felt that the scene was controlled by Zhuang Jihua again, so he coughed lightly and waited for everyone to be quiet before he slowly said: "The Cultural Revolution, there is no one who is sitting in the fight against the Japanese. But from our standpoint, consider it. You are now in control of one province and one city, and you have heavy troops in your hands. We must be worried. Besides, we just want to find you to confirm that your next plan has no other intention."

The battle of Yunnan brought too much shock to the various units of the Sichuan Army. Whether Liu Xiang, Deng Xihou, or Yang Sen, they all fought with the Yunnan Army and knew the combat effectiveness of the Yunnan Army. However, when Zhuang Jihua said he would destroy Yunnan. When the news reached Chengdu, everyone was shocked. I heard that Zhuang Jihua was good at leading troops to fight. In the past four years, they had not felt that Zhuang Jihua had done a lot of things in Sichuan, but they were all factories, mines and road traffic, and they did not go directly to battle. However, this time, this slight test of the sword, Chu Han, made them feel scared.

Zhuang Jihua was silent and stood up: "I have been in Sichuan for four years. Have I deceived everyone in these four years? No, I thought four years were enough to let you understand what kind of person I am. It's good. Officials have reached our level, and they all represent political forces, but no matter what force, some basic things have not changed. This thing is mutual trust and the accumulation of trust over the past four years? In the past four years, I have worked hard to build in Chongqing, so today we have dozens of factories and tens of thousands of rifles every year.
Chapter completed!