The next morning.
At the Investment Bureau Compound, Jia Yan took a call from Xiang Daofa in his office.
"Uncle Xiang, how's your foot?"
"Just a minor injury, nothing serious. How's the work progressing over there?"
"Pretty smoothly. I familiarized myself with the work yesterday, and today I'm getting ready to start contacting investors."
"That's good. The whole county has its eyes on this Investment Conference. Keep your spirits up and make sure it goes off perfectly."
"Please rest assured. If I can't handle it, I won't have the face to see you. I guarantee I'll complete the mission."
Jia Yan had first gotten to know Xiang Daofa through his father. Secretary Xiang and his father were peers, so naturally, Jia Yan addressed Xiang Daofa as Uncle Xiang, deliberately putting a touch of intimacy into his tone. From the beginning, Jia Yan had intended to cling tightly to the County Party Secretary's leg. Hearing his instructions, he immediately issued a Letter of Pledge. Fail to organize the Investment Conference properly? Jia Yan thought that was impossible. Not only him—even Xiang Daofa and the other county officials did not believe the conference could possibly fail.
Projects worth nearly a hundred million had basically been secured. Now they only needed to bring in another few dozen, perhaps close to a hundred investors. Even if only two or three signed contracts, total signed investments of over one hundred million were guaranteed. In previous years, Yantai County's total annual investment attraction had only been a little over one hundred million. Poor counties had their advantages too—it was easy to produce achievements.
The amount of work their predecessors had taken a whole year to accomplish had been pulled off by the officials Xiang Daofa assigned in just a few days.
This was political achievement!
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