Chapter 57: Some things have to be done by someone
Twenty minutes later, a van stopped outside the community and three men got out of the car. One was the head of the heating company and the other two were maintenance workers.
"Hello, Manager Zhao, we meet again." Xu Jie looked at the middle-aged bald man walking over. His hair was much less than when they met last year.
"It turned out to be reporter Xu." Zhao Chengcai showed a wry smile on his face. He had dealt with this reporter last year. To put it nicely, he was persistent, and to put it bluntly, he was too serious. He didn't expect that it would be him again this year.
"Manager Zhao, I visited several companies before you came. I don't know why, but the radiators are so cold. It's so cold and there's no warmth at all. Everyone feels so cold." Xu Jie said to the other party.
Hearing his words, the people gathered around immediately echoed him.
"That's right. We have to repair it every day. The heating has been on for more than a month. Do you want to repair it until the beginning of next spring?"
"You didn't fix it before the heating, but had to wait until the heating came on to fix it. Are you doing this on purpose to irritate me?"
"How can you collect money and not provide heating?"
"Reporters, quickly record their faces and expose them on TV."
Dozens of elderly men and women took turns to accuse the person in charge of the heating company. There is a long-lost martial arts skill in the world: overwhelming mountains and seas. This is probably it.
"Listen to me, everyone." Zhao Chengcai raised his hand and said loudly, "It's not just your community that's like this, all old communities are like this. The main reason is that you still use heating pipelines from 20 or 30 years ago. Normally, there's no problem. Only when the weather is cold, the pipelines encounter the stimulation of cold outside and heat inside, and then they burst. To be honest, we don't want to see it burst, but there's nothing we can do."
"You said the same thing last year. It's all a trick, just to save a few truckloads of coal!"
"Why didn't it explode during the Chinese New Year, but only at the beginning of winter?"
"Yes, it's even colder during the Chinese New Year!"
Residents pushed back.
"Grandpas and grandmas, it's not that there are no explosions during the Chinese New Year, it's that there are fewer explosions during the Chinese New Year." Zhao Chengcai said with a wry smile: "We pressurize the hot water every day, so the vulnerable places..."
"The pipes will burst in the early stage of heating." Xu Jie interrupted Manager Zhao and continued, "By the middle stage of heating, the vulnerable places have been repaired, so it is less likely to burst, and the indoor temperature will naturally rise, right?"
"See, reporter Xu is a smart man." Zhao Chengcai pointed at Xu Jie and said, as if he had met a savior.
"When I interviewed you last year, you said the same thing, Manager Zhao." Xu Jie didn't give the other party any face at all. He now wanted to speak for the people around him.
Zhao Chengcai smiled awkwardly, "Really? This means I didn't lie to you. In fact, it's like this every year."
"Mr. Zhao, why don't you replace these old pipelines? This way, the problem of pipe bursts can be completely solved, and we won't have to repair them every year. It will be a one-time solution." Xu Jie said.
"Reporter Xu, this matter is not as simple as you said. These old pipelines are all underground . The ones inside the community are easy to deal with, but the ones outside are not only huge in construction volume, but also require reporting to relevant departments for approval. Do you know how many old communities like this there are in Beijing? Do you know how many roads will need to be dug if we really start?" Zhao Chengcai threw all the blame away, with a smile in his eyes.
If it were that easy, it would have been solved long ago, and we wouldn’t have to passively patch up the leaks.
My fellow journalist, you are still too young!
After hearing what the person in charge of the heating company said, the uncles and aunts present didn't know what to say.
For some things, deliberately not doing them is one thing, and not being able to do them is another.
Asking people to do things that can be done is called supervision; asking people to do things that cannot be done is called making things difficult.
Xu Jie also understood what Zhao Chengcai meant, but a minor illness will turn into a major illness if it is not treated. It is because he kept delaying treatment that he has become like this.
The fact that the elderly are willing to call the program team’s hotline to report issues shows that everyone has special trust in this program. If it were to end so hastily, wouldn’t it be a betrayal of the trust of these elderly people?
"Can your heating company replace the heating pipelines in all the old communities in Beijing?" Xu Jie asked.
"Reporter Xu, didn't I just say that this matter is not up to our heating company to decide? We are only responsible for operation management and inspection and maintenance." Zhao Chengcai spoke in an official tone.
"Which department do you need me for? I'll go there!" Xu Jie said seriously.
"Reporter Xu, don't bother. Let them repair it slowly." An old man said with a sigh.
"Forget it. It's so cold today. We can't start construction even if we get approval." An old lady left helplessly.
Seeing the crowd slowly dispersing, Zhao Chengcai put his hands behind his back, stuck out his belly, and stood in the posture that only the fat man would have. There was a hint of mockery between his brows, and when he looked at Xu Jie, his eyes were full of contempt.
"Reporter Xu, it's so cold. Would you like to go to our heating company and sit for a while and drink some hot water?" Zhao Chengcai said with a smile.
Last year, due to the problem of insufficient heating, this reporter blocked me in my office several times. This year, he even wanted to replace the pipeline. He really doesn't know his own limitations.
"Thank you, Manager Zhao, you should think about how to heat up the heating water in residents' homes." Xu Jie said, if you don't tell me, I will contact your superiors.
He turned to look at the remaining residents and said, "Everyone go home first. I will go to the heating office and ask for an explanation."
"Thank you, reporter Xu."
"Thank you, reporter Xu."
Xu Jie glanced at Zhao Chengcai, then left the community with Zhang Mingliang.
When you encounter a problem, you must find a way to solve it. If you don’t even try, how do you know that it cannot be solved?
The purpose of "Serving the People's Livelihood " is to serve the people and solve the problems they encounter in their lives.
If people can solve all problems by themselves, there is no need for this program to exist.
Xu Jie got into the car and was about to leave when he saw Zhao Chengcai coming over and knocking on the car window.
"What's the matter?" Xu Jie lowered the car window.
"Reporter Xu, some things are just for show. There's no need to be so serious." Zhao Chengcai lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, and said, "It's good to have ideas, but they must be realistic. I know young people are motivated to work. You can help others, but don't cause trouble for others. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Are you warning me?" Xu Jie narrowed his eyes.
"Reporter Xu, what you said is very serious. How dare I warn you? This is just a friendly reminder." Zhao Chengcai looked at Xu Jie meaningfully.
"Then I thank Manager Zhao for the reminder. However, some things have to be done by someone. What do you think?" Xu Jie met the other person's gaze without any intention of backing down.
Zhao Chengcai sneered after seeing this, "Okay, then I wish reporter Xu all the best and immediate success."
Xu Jie nodded, "Thank you, but I also want to remind Manager Zhao that the nicotine in tobacco will block the capillaries connected to the scalp, preventing nutrients from reaching the hair follicles, causing the hair follicles to lose their activity. Simply put, smoking too much will cause hair loss, so Manager Zhao should quit smoking."
After saying this, he signaled to Zhang Mingliang beside him, and the car drove onto the road.
Zhao Chengcai touched the sparse hair on his head with his hand and looked at the car going away, feeling very angry.
"Nonsense, my dad doesn't smoke and he's also bald, it's obviously inherited from me!"
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