513: Chapter 513 Simultaneously Focusing on People's Livelihood and Economy

Qin Chuan said nothing, merely casting another glance at the Porsche.

The residential complex contained over twenty buildings of low-rent housing, mostly small units. It was quite large, and Qin Chuan spent about twenty to thirty minutes taking a general tour.

He even stopped to chat with some of the residents, gathering quite a bit of information.

Just as he was preparing to leave, a coincidence occurred.

The Porsche was also about to depart, and Qin Chuan couldn't help but take another look. The driver was a young man, and sitting in the passenger seat was likely his wife.

"Honey, you're so smart. This place is nice, and it's plenty for the two of us."

"Haha, aren't I clever?"

Sensing someone watching him, the young man immediately looked over and warned Qin Chuan, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a Porsche before!"

With that, he slammed on the gas.

As he drove away, he stuck his left hand out the window and flipped the middle finger at Qin Chuan and Secretary Yuan Hua.

Secretary Yuan Hua was furious.

However, the Porsche had already sped off. "Leader, should we give him a warning? This is outrageous."

Qin Chuan said nothing.

At his level, there was no need to speak of many things; his subordinates would understand and rush to handle them properly.

For instance, in this matter, it was obvious that Secretary Yuan Hua would take care of it, and there was no need for him to waste his energy on such trivialities.

After leaving this low-rent housing complex, Qin Chuan did not rush back to the Municipal Party Committee. Having discovered many problems here, he prepared to visit the next low-rent housing complex.

As expected, the next complex was much the same.

Now, Qin Chuan had arrived at another low-rent housing complex. Unlike the previous two, this one had just been completed and was just beginning to be handed over for occupancy.

At the entrance, he encountered a middle-aged couple pleading with a man who looked like a minor official.

"Director Li, I beg you. There are six of us in our family, and my husband is disabled. We really can't afford to buy a house and have only been able to rent…"

Before she could finish, Director Li became extremely impatient, his face full of disgust. "I've already made it clear to you: you don't meet the requirements. Don't harbor unrealistic delusions, and don't come bothering me again."

"But many people whose conditions are much better than ours—I've heard that even dual-income families—have been allocated quotas…"

Before she could finish, she was interrupted again. Director Li said with a stern face, "Don't spread rumors. There is no such thing."

"But…"

The middle-aged woman was about to say more, but her husband pulled her back. "Wife, stop talking. The arm cannot twist the thigh; we won't live here, we'll just keep renting."

"Husband, renting costs several hundred yuan a month; it's too heavy a burden for us."

In Xilin City, a house for a few hundred yuan a month would likely be in the worst possible condition. With a family of several people crammed into such an old, dilapidated place, one could imagine the quality of life.

Director Li snorted coldly and walked away.

Before leaving, he threw back one last sentence: "Don't come bothering me again. You have no hope, so don't harbor any fantasies."

Qin Chuan saw the whole scene.

He looked at the middle-aged couple. It was obvious they were from the lowest social strata, the kind with very low incomes. The middle-aged man, in particular, had a problem with his leg and walked with a limp.

As the Municipal Party Secretary, encountering such a situation, he naturally had to inquire about it.

Qin Chuan stepped forward and asked with concern, "Ma'am, have you applied for the low-rent housing here?"

The middle-aged woman sighed, "We've applied several times, but it never passed. They told us we didn't meet the requirements."

Qin Chuan said, "Could you tell us about your situation?"

Seeing Qin Chuan wearing an administrative jacket and looking like an official, the middle-aged woman felt as if she had grabbed a lifeline.

"Leader, our family's situation is very poor. Neither my husband nor I have formal jobs. My husband is disabled, and we usually rely on a street stall selling breakfast. We have three children, and the oldest is already in high school…"

She explained their situation in some detail.

Qin Chuan nodded slightly. Such conditions were fully qualified for low-rent housing. It seemed the situation here was quite murky and needed a thorough rectification. He needed to let those who truly met the requirements move in, and make those driving Mercedes, BMWs, or even Porsches get out.

Next, Qin Chuan asked for the couple's names and requested Secretary Yuan Hua to record them.

After watching Qin Chuan and the other man leave, the middle-aged woman said with hope, "Husband, that person just now must be an official. Do you think we have any hope of moving into the low-rent housing here?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "Don't daydream. Maybe they were reporters, or even if they were officials, they might not necessarily help us solve this problem."

What he said seemed to make sense, and the middle-aged woman felt disappointed.

Qin Chuan grabbed a casual lunch outside and didn't return to the Municipal Party Committee until two or three in the afternoon.

The first thing he did upon returning was to organize the issues he had learned about today, preparing to bring them up for discussion at tomorrow's Standing Committee meeting.

Low-rent housing was a matter of public livelihood.

Anything concerning the common people was not a small matter—at least that was what Qin Chuan believed. Since he sat in this position, beyond grasping the economy, developing the economy of Xilin City, building it into a central city in the west, and becoming an international metropolis, he also needed to vigorously develop public livelihood and improve the sense of happiness in the lives of the common people.

Then he would start by solving the housing problem for the common people. He would not only rectify existing problems but also allocate funds to increase the construction of public livelihood projects such as low-rent and public rental housing, allowing more homeless common people to have a place to live.

...

Zhang Zidong was a mid-level deputy at a medium-sized enterprise with an annual salary of about three to four hundred thousand. He was only a regular undergraduate graduate, and he was very satisfied to be able to work at such an enterprise and sit in his current position.

Why was he able to reach a mid-level deputy position? It wasn't because his ability was outstanding, but because his uncle was a deputy director of a certain department.

Giving face to his uncle, the enterprise had let Zhang Zidong, who had only been working for four or five years, sit in this position.

Not long ago, he had planned to buy a house, and the down payment of over a million was ready. However, he had used his connections to get a low-rent housing unit. Although it was only fifty or sixty square meters, it was enough for him and his girlfriend to live in.

When they got married later and had children, it wouldn't be too late to consider buying a house. Since he wasn't buying a house now, wouldn't it be better to use the down payment to buy a Porsche?

The only thing that was slightly annoying was that every time he drove his Porsche in and out of that low-rent housing complex, people always looked at him with strange gazes.

He felt that these people were just jealous and hated the rich. This morning, a man was looking at him again, so he had flipped the middle finger at that man.

Fortunately, he was smart. There were two of them, but he had just slammed on the gas and driven off; they must have been furious.

Thinking about them being angry, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Just as he was happily thinking about this morning's events, his phone rang. It was a call from his aunt, who was sobbing.

"Xiaodong, sob… your uncle has been taken away by the District Discipline Inspection Commission. What should we do? Sob…"