Not even allowing a seat?
Dirk Carter, with his sinister expression and ruthless methods.
Even someone as seasoned as Carmelo Garrison felt a bit of fear.
This kid, he doesn't give a damn about the political rules at all.
"The ground beneath your feet belongs to our Goldridge County. I believe many of you are native to Goldridge County. Now, with the imminent threat of Flynn Holden, if the Wyvern River Dam doesn't hold, all 600,000 people in Goldridge County will suffer. Among these 600,000, there must be your family, friends, and children, right? At a time when your hometown needs you, I don't know why you made this decision, but please search your conscience. Aren't you making money off the people of Goldridge County?"
"If the Wyvern River Levee fails because of you, regardless of my lack of authority over you, the people's spit would drown you even if I don't act. Today, you will not only pull out all the sand from your sand pits, but you'll also send people to fill sandbags for me unless you no longer want to operate on Goldridge County's land. This is my final word today."
Dirk Carter's words.
Were powerful and resonant.
The sand pit owners present fell silent.
At this moment.
A younger guy stepped forward.
And said, "Secretary General Carter is right. Goldridge County is our home. If we don't help when there's trouble at home, who will? I am willing to offer manpower and support."
Once someone opens up,
Others can join in.
And that's what happened.
One after another, they stood up, agreeing to Dirk Carter's proposal.
When only Jared Vincent was left, he dared not resist either.
He raised his hand and said, "I am also willing to offer manpower and support."
In just fifteen minutes.
The problem Carmelo Garrison had long struggled with was thoroughly solved by Dirk Carter's brutal tactics.
After these people left.
Carmelo Garrison shook Dirk Carter's hand, saying excitedly, "Secretary General Carter, it's fortunate to have you. These people are so ungrateful. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do."
"Alright, Secretary Garrison, let's not dwell on it. These sand and gravel materials will soon be transported to the levee. Please arrange for people to fill the sandbags and reinforce the levee immediately."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Carmelo Garrison hurried out.
Dirk Carter turned around and asked County Head Charlie Zane, "Is the list of construction equipment prepared?"
"It's prepared, but Secretary General Carter, these operators aren't like the bosses. Using forceful measures to make them work seems unrealistic, and the site managers are also unwilling to lend us the machines."
Charlie Zane said with a frown.
Dirk Carter nodded, took the list, and skimmed through it.
He asked, "Not lending it?"
Charlie Zane nodded slightly, looking aggrieved.
The same tactic certainly cannot be used twice.
Moreover, those in the construction business are big shot owners with influence and status. If the same coercive tactics were used, it could backfire.
Dirk Carter thought for a moment, then said to Charlie Zane, "Send a notice to these managers. If they don't cooperate with the government's dispatch by five o'clock this evening, all their units will be blacklisted from future government projects in Goldridge County."
"But..."
Charlie Zane was just about to explain.
Interrupted by Dirk Carter: "I know what you want to say, that this order won't intimidate them, right? Don't worry, just do as I say, and I'll handle the rest."
"Alright, Secretary General Carter, I'll go now."
Charlie Zane also quickly left.
Dirk Carter was finally alone.
Eve Vincent walked up to him and handed him a bottle of water.
"Thank you."
Dirk Carter said, taking the water.
Eve Vincent asked, "Secretary General Carter, I'm afraid the same threat won't work on these construction teams, right?"
"I know, I'm giving them a chance. If they don't appreciate it, I'll resort to my backup plan."
"You have a backup plan? What is it?"
Eve Vincent asked in surprise.
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and said, "It's a secret for now, you'll see when the time comes."
Looking at the confident Dirk Carter.
If it were a moment ago, Eve Vincent would have been completely skeptical.
But after seeing him easily resolve the sand and stone crisis, she had a premonition that Dirk Carter was more than meets the eye.
Just as Charlie Zane said.
When the government notice was issued.
The managers or heads of the major construction sites in Goldridge County were gathered together to "discuss important plans."
As their subordinates brought the information in.
Someone sneered, "It seems those important officials have exhausted their tricks, resorting to these lowly coercive measures."
"Hahaha, I heard the sand pit owners were given a lesson by that Secretary General Carter. Aren't you afraid he'll use the same methods on us?"
"Does he dare? Even if he had the guts, he couldn't. What are the identities of those sand pit owners compared to everyone here? Never mind that he's the Secretary of the Municipal Government, even if he were the City Committee Secretary, he wouldn't dare. Besides, I've received a heads-up from above. I'm going to wait it out and see how he forces us."
"That's right, as long as we all stick together, they can't do anything. Trust me."
Everyone expressed their opinions.
Each exuding confidence.
Soon enough.
Time reached five o'clock.
Laughing and chatting all afternoon.
They were somewhat tired.
One person stood up and said, "The deadline from Secretary General Carter has passed. Nothing happened, so we can return home to our mothers."
"Hahaha... Actually, I was kind of looking forward to something happening, curious to see his tactics."
Someone chimed in.
Another person laughed along, "Tactics? What tactics? He's probably jumping in frustration by now."
At this.
The room erupted in laughter.
At that moment.
One person's phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and whatever was said, he suddenly stood up, asking in surprise, "What did you say? Say that again?"
This unexpected situation caught everyone's attention.
They saw him slowly put down the phone.
Staring ahead blankly.
Someone asked, "President Lewis, what happened? What startled you like this?"
This guy called President Lewis glanced around at everyone, sighed, and said, "At the highway exit, dozens of construction machines have just come down, all with workers and fuel..."
At this.
Everyone was shocked.
"Impossible, how could this be? Rexton City simply doesn't have that many machines left, and even if they did, they've already been requisitioned by the Municipal Government..."
Someone questioned.
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