Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Long Taixi (10)

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 The next morning, Wang Ai was absent-mindedly doing morning exercises, accompanied by Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan, who kept frowning, especially Yan Zhu. I have worked with Wang Ai for six or seven years, and I have never seen Wang Ai in this state: leading

The ball runs and you don’t even know it’s lost!

But Wang Ai has no intention of explaining at all, so whether he or Zhao Dan is working for public or private purposes, they cannot forcefully inquire and "interfere" Wang Ai's work when Wang Ai has no will.

Brothers are buddies, partners are partners, serious things are serious things. Just like how Xu Qinglian and Wang Ai get along, you can make trouble no matter what you want, but Wang Ai won't give her what she wants, and Wang Ai can only be with her.

They discussed and debated, but when something big really happened and Wang Ai had the final say, she had to be cautious.

The two of them had no idea what Wang Ai was thinking about. They thought he was just too tired recently. Anyway, he has not been normal in this half of the season. Maybe it was because of too much overdraft in the first half of the season? Or simply because of emotional confusion?

Wang Ai didn't notice the worries of his two companions. After running home, he didn't care about the lady wagging her tail or the wiwi stretching her waist. He just looked up at the time, which was 7 o'clock sharp.

After a hurried breakfast, Wang Ai went up to the third floor. After thinking for a while, he took out the rarely used satellite phone from the depth of the drawer and dialed a number. The blind tone clicked, but Wang Ai's heart was anxious.

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"Why did you make this call?"

"Why did you answer it?"

The person on the other side was silent for a moment, as if he felt that Wang Ai's tone was wrong, and suppressed his natural bad temper: "This phone is rarely used, the secretary just dug it out and gave it to me."

Wang Ai calmed down and said to the accurate Internet time on the computer: "Wenjun, where are you?"

When "Little Beauty" heard such a formal address, she forgot about Wang Ai's unhappy tone just now, and said more cautiously: "I'm in town, and I'm getting ready to watch the game."

"I mean, where is your specific location, on the street? Upstairs?"

"On the street, the last batch of students from each school are heading to our suburban stadium. The game starts at 2:40."

"Is everyone gone?"

"Isn't that what you said? In order to enhance the atmosphere of the game and completely form the tradition of the Football Festival, all schools have to be mobilized to go, one by one from each school, and a stipend of 5,000 yuan will be given? It was originally agreed by the Education Committee.

Plus, if you have the money to take it, isn’t it enough? We just checked it out.”

"Where are the people?"

Shi Wenjun's temper finally got better: "You said you would give me souvenirs when you came to watch the game. Our instant noodles, ham sausages, and mineral water were distributed to tens of thousands of yuan per county, but didn't they all come? Those from deep mountains and old forests.

They are all helping the old and the young to take advantage of us!"

Wang Ai on the other end of the phone grinned, his smile uglier than crying: "...Wenjun, please find an open place to stand in a while. I may call you, do you hear me?"

"What's wrong with you? Of course I have to find an open place. There is no open place in our stadium. Is there anything else you can do? I'm busy right now."

"Well, does the phone have enough battery?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You've said it several times. I've prepared several old Shen batteries!"

"Okay." Wang Ai said and hung up the phone.

Sitting in front of the laptop, Wang Ai glanced at the time, lowered his head and clutched the phone in his hand tightly. Time passed by minute by second, and finally passed the heartbreaking point.

Wang Ai was like a fish out of water, breathing nervously with a big mouth. Then in the quiet room, a thrilling phone call rang. Wang Ai subconsciously answered the call immediately, and heard a chaotic crowd of people shouting and yelling.

There was also an unknown loud noise.

"Wang Ai, Wang Ai, there's an earthquake, there's an earthquake, me, me, why, me, me, me..."

Wang Ai took a few breaths: "Wenjun, how are you?"

"I, I don't know, I had an earthquake, ah, the house is still shaking, Wang Ai, I..."

Listening to the little beauty's panicked voice, Wang Ai put his mouth close to the microphone and said loudly: "Wenjun, listen to me! Listen to me!"

Wang Ai yelled out and finally allowed Shi Wenjun to calm down for a moment, "Say it, ah, say it."

"Wenjun, don't worry about anything. There are local cadres organizing disaster relief. You only have to do one thing yourself and listen to one thing!"

"What?"

"Wenjun, if internal and external communications are cut off, your satellite phone may be the only open channel to the outside world. Do you understand what this means? You have to keep this phone absolutely open. The organization may call you soon.

, you have to tell the truth and calculate the power carefully, do you understand?"

"I, I...I know."

Wang Ai hung up the phone, stood up, and unconsciously wiped his face, only to find that his head was covered with sweat. After calming down for a moment, he took out an ordinary phone and called his father.

There was some confusion on the other side of the phone, and Wang Bin's voice came: "If it's not urgent, hang up. I'm busy here."

"Dad, where are you?"

"The State Council is in a meeting, something happened here..."

"There was an earthquake, wasn't it?"

"How do you know?!" Wang Bin asked in a stern tone subconsciously.

"Isn't it that I'm having a football festival over there? I was told when I was young, I heard that the signal towers over there have collapsed, and they happen to be equipped with satellite phones at their level, so I think the country may be able to use this phone.

"

Wang Bin breathed heavily and said word by word: "Wang Ai, you can't joke with me!"

"No! Where's your phone number...forget it, I'll tell you."

"Wait a minute!"

Wang Ai heard his father shouting for paper and pen among the chaotic voices, and then said: "Say it!"

After Wang Ai finished speaking, Wang Bin reconfirmed and added before hanging up: "Don't call me. I will tell you if anything happens."

Wang Ai responded "Okay" and the emergency communication between father and son ended.

After that, until dark, Wang Ai did not receive a call from his father or Shi Wenjun.

Throughout the day, news was flying all over the sky, and Wang Ai was not idle either. Huang Xin from Tubingen, Xu Qinglian from London, and Yan Zhu beside him, Zhao Dan were anxiously running around. After discussing with them, Wang Ai decided to let CY Sports

He and Wang Ai personally collected supplies locally and sent them to the country first.

I was busy till late at night and fell asleep in a hurry. The next morning I received a call from my father: "Son, the roads over there are too bad and we need helicopters. We only have more than a hundred helicopters in our country. Excluding the ones that are overhauled, we can't live without them."

There are not many left. After a final calculation, the ones with the most reserves and the most idle ones are actually seven from our Northern Light Industry. Among them is the Mi-26, which has only two in the country, so..."

"It's important to save people, dad." Wang Ai said calmly.


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