Chapter 2071: Thunderous Measures

Zhang Qian indeed had matters to discuss with Zhao Fusheng.

Early the next morning, Zhang Qian arrived at Zhao Fusheng's office.

"What's the matter that you had to talk in person?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Zhang Qian with a smile.

He had taken Fan Beibei to school in the morning before coming to the company, so when Zhang Qian arrived, he hadn't yet shown up.

"Take a look at these materials."

Zhang Qian handed the documents to Zhao Fusheng, his expression grave.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Qian's face, nodded, and took the documents to read.

After a moment, Zhao Fusheng looked up, his expression quite surprised: "Is this true?"

Zhang Qian nodded: "When I first learned of it, I couldn't believe it either. I sent people to investigate, and it turned out to be true."

"Hmph, quite bold."

Zhao Fusheng sneered.

After a long pause, he thought it over and said to Zhang Qian: "In that case, you'll have to work hard and come with me to take a look."

Zhang Qian nodded; this was precisely the purpose of his visit today.

Regardless, hearing is not as reliable as seeing.

Even though he had already sent people to check, with such a big matter, it was better to see it in person.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian left the company headquarters by car.

More than two hours later, they arrived near a construction site in the capital.

"This is a piece of land jointly developed by our company and Huayuan Real Estate Development Company."

Pointing at the construction site in the distance, Zhang Qian explained to Zhao Fusheng: "At first, when I received the news, I thought someone in the company was colluding with outsiders to siphon off funds. But later, when I sent people to investigate secretly, I found it wasn't that at all."

Zhao Fusheng looked grimly at the distance, where a group of people dressed in thick cotton coats, looking like migrant workers, were blocking the entrance of the construction site, shouting something.

"Do they come to make trouble every day?"

Zhao Fusheng turned to Zhang Qian and asked.

Zhang Qian nodded: "They're all from out of town, a large group. At first, they were given odd jobs at the site, and after they finished, the site paid them. But then this bunch refused to leave, insisting on finishing the remaining work."

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat puzzled.

He didn't understand—were people actually fighting to work?

"It's like this: the remaining work has already been contracted out, but this group won't accept it. They insist on doing it themselves, yet they don't have the qualifications for a construction team. After discussing with Huayuan's people, we still didn't dare to assign the project to them." Zhang Qian told Zhao Fusheng the conclusions from his investigation.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, finding the handling by Future Real Estate Development Company quite reasonable.

Matters concerning construction are no small thing.

Building houses is for people to live in; if quality issues are neglected, even a slight mistake can turn a building into a shoddy project.

If something goes wrong then, a lot of people will suffer.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't short of money, so he cared more about his reputation.

The reputation he had painstakingly built through charity would be a huge loss if ruined over such a trivial matter.

"And then?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Zhang Qian.

"Then..."

Zhang Qian smiled bitterly: "Then they came here every day to block the entrance, demanding work. If you don't give them work, they call you a capitalist oppressing migrant workers."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded.

What kind of divine operation was this?

"This can happen?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Qian in astonishment.

"No way around it."

Zhang Qian nodded with a wry smile: "Migrant workers are untouchable now. If you drive them away, they go to the media to complain."

Zhao Fusheng remained silent.

What Zhang Qian said was actually quite true.

In the public eye, migrant workers are always the weak, and developers are always the heartless capitalists.

Whenever there's a dispute between migrant workers and developers, the developers are always at fault.

Even local governments, when an incident occurs, don't first think about who is right or wrong but about covering it up to maintain stability.

From top to bottom, it seems to be the same.

In fact, it's not just this industry; the current social climate is like this. When people mention urban management officers, developers, doctors, or police, they always assume they're the bad guys, the powerful side.

But in reality?

Should street vendors operating without a license on the sidewalk be managed?

Should migrant workers without qualifications who do substandard work be managed?

No one cares about that; everyone just thinks they are saints, moral exemplars.

It's like those who curse doctors for being heartless and cold-blooded when they refuse to operate on patients who can't afford treatment, not knowing that doctors are also human beings who need to support their families.

They don't consider that if a patient is admitted and operated on but can't pay the hospital bills, the doctor who admitted them would be held responsible.

In the worldview of sanctimonious hypocrites, rules and regulations don't exist.

They only judge things based on their own likes or dislikes.

As for the law?

Hah, it doesn't exist.

(This rant is real. I live in Qiqihar, and in summer and autumn, there are night markets that completely block the crosswalks. When urban management officers come to enforce rules, the night market vendors cause trouble, saying the officers are bullying ordinary people. It's really speechless...)

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"What should we do?"

Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng: "If this continues, I'm afraid this group will target us."

This was true; Future Real Estate Development Company held a large amount of land. If that happened, this bunch would have found a long-term meal ticket.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, but in his mind, he recalled a case he had inadvertently seen in his previous life.

Back in Shanxi Province, there was an incident where police were alleged to have beaten a female migrant worker demanding wages.

Years later, Zhao Fusheng learned from a media person the specifics of the incident. At the time, a few migrant workers wanted to cross a construction site to demand wages, but were stopped by the security guard at the gate because they weren't wearing hard hats, which was against the rules.

After all, if something went wrong, they couldn't bear the responsibility.

The workers, dissatisfied with being stopped, started a fight and were subdued by the guard and his colleagues, escalating the situation.

Then, naturally, the internet claimed it was an incident where a female wage-demanding worker was beaten to death.

But in the end, was it entirely the police's fault?

Opinions vary.

That era was the most chaotic period for self-media, with all kinds of narratives leading to online frenzy, with all accusations pointing at the police.

But if you think about it carefully, it really was unfair.

Being weak is not a reason to do whatever you want.

Just because a beggar is poor doesn't mean you have the right to demand that the rich distribute their wealth to the beggar.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian: "Call Zheng Yao and have him contact the media."

"Contact the media?"

Zhang Qian was somewhat surprised.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Before anything happens, while this is just starting, let the media expose it. But if possible, have the media do an undercover investigation first."

"Contact several outlets."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and then said to Zhang Qian: "Tell the reporters not to blur the faces of these people, expose everything, preferably even their addresses and names."

Against such evil people, one should use evil methods.

Some people like to say that most ordinary people are good, and only a few are bad.

At first glance, this statement seems fine, but they probably forget that there's a premise: it only holds when their own interests aren't affected.

Public opinion is a joke.

Like the Japanese invasion of China—were the Japanese people innocent?

Ridiculous!

Weren't the invaders composed of Japanese citizens?

The tens of millions of ancestors killed in the war—were they all killed by the so-called war criminals themselves? Weren't they killed by the soldiers?

Some people on the internet even try to whitewash this.

Zhao Fusheng only wanted to say: Whitewash your mother!

"That's it."

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian: "Arrange it as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Zhang Qian nodded; he naturally agreed with Zhao Fusheng's decision.

Although he also came from a poor background, Zhang Qian understood well that sometimes, people really can't be too kind, because your kindness often becomes the reason and excuse for those evil people to target you.