Power and Wealth

The next day.

Saturday, morning.

Resting today, Dong Xuebin went to bed with him and repeatedly appeared in his mind a word, earthquake! Earthquake!

He took a deep breath and quickly ate too early to waste time. He immediately sat on the couch and took out the electronic newspaper and a note a month later. He would have continued to refine the plan, recording what he should have done, what he had to do and what he had to do. He arranged the month before the earthquake arrived from beginning to end. Among them, the point was still those plans. One, rectification, to minimize casualties in the area under the jurisdiction of Guangming Street Office. Dong Xuebin's goal was to make the death toll zero, two, to convince Yang Zhaode and Xie Huilan and others. If he could not convince them once, he could not do it twice and three times.

The earthquake has entered the countdown!

Dong Xuebin has already been set on fire. Can the casualties be reduced? The official functions cannot be preserved. It is up to Dong Xuebin to act these days. If it fails, Dong Xuebin will only face the end of his political career, and tens of thousands of people will lose their lives. Dong Xuebin can't lose.

One more month!

Success or failure is here!

After completing the plan, Dong Xuebin must have looked at it and was ready to go several ways.

With a smile, Dong Xuebin turned on his computer, connected his cell phone, and began “bombing” Xie Huilan and Geng Yuehua with short messages and emails. Dong Xuebin extracted all the numbers of earthquake casualties in China and the world in recent years and sent them to them separately, not one last name, but one earthquake, one message and one email, about a few dozen pieces at a time!

Sent!

Send complete!

Send complete!

Dong Xuebin did not know what the expression would be after Xie Huilan and Geng Yuehua received these dozens of messages. Anyway, you can guess that the face is definitely not good looking.

The bell, the phone rang.

It was Geng Yuehua. As soon as Dong Xuebin picked up, he listened to Geng Yuehua drinking: "Dong Xuebin! What are you doing to me? ”

Dong Xuebin didn't think so: “Don't be angry at me first, Yuehua District Governor, I just want you to know the earthquake hazard. This really needs to be taken seriously, not that I'm afraid to listen. ”

“Bullshit!” Dudu, the phone was hung up.

Next moment, Didi, Xie Huilan's text message arrived.

The screen on the phone says, "You're a scoundrel, aren't you?

Dong Xuebin replied: You really need to think about what I said. Who knows if the earthquake will come soon? You can't have a lucky mind.

Didi, Xie Huilan returned the message: You son of a bitch, oh, I'll think about it.

Dong Xuebin was delighted, sending: Not me, right?

Xie Huilan: I just have to think about it first, don't send a message to disturb you. Xie Xie, take a day off, huh?

Dong Xuebin turned his eyes and knew that it was not so easy to talk about them, but Xie Huilan's attitude still showed Dong Xuebin some hope.

At that point, the doorbell rang.

Dong Xuebin opened the door and a young man in a courier overalls appeared outside.

“The delivery you ordered?” The man asked.

“Yeah, there's something going on.” Dong Xuebin asked him to enter the house, then turned over several packaged items, and handed them to him in turn, "This is two copies sent to Yantai County, this is two copies in Nanshan District, this is one in the city, I'll give you the address, you write it down.” These items are earthquake-related information and video files, including several films and short CD-ROMs, all of which Dong Xuebin got last night. Two copies of Yantai County were naturally sent to Xie Huilan's unit and family home, the Nanshan area was for Geng Yuehua, and the city share was for his mother.

Finish these, the courier's gone.

Dong Xuebin called Ma Xiaoping, "Ma, rest today? ”

Xiaoping Yi, “Home preparation, what's wrong? ”

“Well, I sent you something about the earthquake. ”

“Earthquake?” Yesterday your uncle Yang told me about you...

“I can't explain this to you for a moment and a half, Mom. Anyway, let me ask you a question. Are you kissing the old Yang or me? ”

Xiaoping chuckled: “Bullshit, you're my own son. ”

Dong Xuebin smiled: “That's fine, you have to do me a favor. When the courier arrives, you can put a documentary film in it for Old Yang when he comes home at night. If you can't see the movie, just go to Old Yang and show it to Comrade Yang about the earthquake. ”

“What are you doing? ”

“Mom, why don't you just say it? ”

“... Okay, Mom, try it. ”

“Thank you, Mom. I'll leave that to you. ”

Hanging up the line, Dong Xuebin's persuasion task today is preliminary completion. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, Dong Xuebin intends to bomb Xie Huilan once a day, and must be made to pay attention to them. This is for the people of Fenzhou City, and also for Xie Huilan and Geng Yuehua's consideration of their future. Dong Xuebin, the street leader, had to resign after the earthquake. God knows if Xie Huilan Geng Yuehua will be punished as well? Even dismissed? So Dong Xuebin can't give up persuasion work in any way, gradually take them down.

10: 00 a.m.

After drinking the saliva, Dong Xuebin must be thinking. This is done. It's time for the next step.

In other people's county and municipal jurisdictions, Dong Xuebin does not have command, and can only do reminders and warnings, but there is much more Dong Xuebin can do within his own jurisdiction. Of course, shouting that an earthquake is coming will definitely not work. Old Yang's words yesterday reminded Dong Xuebin that this is spreading earthquake rumors and is illegal, but doing one thing in advance to prevent and mitigate earthquakes is reasonable and legal.

Dong Xuebin turned the notebook to the first page, which is exactly a casualty number from the future newspaper. Forty-three people were killed. This is the number of casualties directly or indirectly caused by all billboards of a roadside health distillery in the Light Street area. Future reports clearly show that all billboards of this health distillery have a considerable degree of quality problems. At the moment of the earthquake, four of the five health and alcohol advertisements in Light Street collapsed. This falling billboard appears in the picture that Dong Xuebin sees in the future electronic front page. Some are in densely populated areas outside the district, some are in public areas on the street. After the earthquake, 43 people were smashed or killed in a car accident caused by the collapse of billboards.

Violation billboards for health and alcohol - this is Dong Xuebin's first one to fix!

Forty-three people, Dong Xuebin can no longer let them lose their lives in Huangquan. He must let the residents under his jurisdiction have no victims!

It may sound a little fancy, but Dong Xuebin has to try it!

(To be continued)