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The third thousand nine hundred and sixty-ninth chapters dredging ability

If Chen Taizhong is willing, he can stop this rain, but why should he stop it? On such an occasion, let everyone practice evacuation, which can be regarded as gaining experience, right?

So he walked to the rehearsal field next to the T stage and found Wang Yuanyuan who was conducting. "It's going to rain. Please notify the helpers quickly and prepare for relief."

Since today is cloudy and the probability of rain is extremely high, Beichong Station has already reported today's weather yesterday, but it is still necessary to be fully prepared.

How about saying that Director Wang is busy? She summoned the helpers, firstly to strengthen patrols in the city to prevent people from breaking into homes and stealing when no one was around, and secondly to maintain order on the scene.

This job is shared by her and Zhu Fenqi from the branch, but Director Zhu can only command the police, and the assisting defense officers listen to Director Wang. There are now more than 30,000 people. Although there are many people, they are in good order. Among them, the assisting defense officers

The members are indispensable.

"Okay, I'll notify everyone right away," Wang Yuanyuan nodded. At this time, the co-preventers must be notified, and then the people should be vaccinated. As long as there is no panic at the beginning, there will be no stampede.

In such a large area, it would take a while to convey the notice in a timely manner, especially since the defense team members had to compete with the speakers on the stage, running back and forth, shouting and emphasizing precautions.

Some people heard it, while others found it troublesome and thought they were blocking their view, "I know, I know, let's go, we all brought umbrellas."

While running around, seven or eight minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and light rain began to fall.

The stage for the performance was a temporary one, so it was no problem to protect it from wind and rain, but let alone ordinary people under the stage, even the VIP seats were just better chairs. There was a table in front of the table for tea, but the top of the head was not covered.

"It's raining," Chen Zhengkui felt the cool rain. He touched his face, then looked up at the sky. After being stunned for a moment, he turned his head and slowly looked behind him.

Since he was in the front row and in a relatively low position, he could not see clearly the reaction behind him. Mayor Chen stood up in a hurry - there were more than 30,000 spectators at the scene. Once chaos broke out and a serious stampede occurred, then

That would be big trouble.

Five or six years ago, such a tragedy occurred in Chaota. More than thirty people died and countless others were injured. The deputy mayor responsible for organizing the activities was sentenced after being investigated. The mayor was also moved to the second line because of this. The municipal party committee

The secretary was given a warning.

The key point is that the mayor of Chaotian was not at the scene at the time and was affected. But Chen, the mayor, is currently at the scene. How can Chen Zhengkui still sit still when he thinks of the serious consequences?

I should have considered this issue from the beginning! Mayor Chen sighed inwardly, he actually has no shortage of similar predictions, but he and Beichong really don't deal with each other. They are just here to have fun, so naturally they will not care about Beichong.

Organization - he didn't want to ask about anything.

Secondly, he really didn't expect so many people to come to Beichong. You know, the total population of this district is less than 200,000.

The defense team members were running among the crowd, but unfortunately, it was almost dark at the moment and it was cloudy again. He really couldn't see clearly. Zhuang Bifan saw his movements and reacted. He stood up and walked back.

look.

"It seems that the display needs to be suspended," Director Zhuang glanced at it and immediately made a judgment, "Use the microphone to remind everyone, don't panic."

Now that things have come to a head, is it useful to do this again? Chen Zhengkui is not very optimistic about this suggestion. Maybe everyone is not panicking at first, but if they say something on stage, they will be in chaos.

But right now, we can't do nothing. Just as Mayor Chen said that he would adopt this suggestion, a woman came up behind him and shouted loudly, "Boss leaders, please sit down. Emergency measures on site have been prepared..."

Please don't worry."

Chen Zhengkui turned around and saw a woman in her early thirties. He had some impression of this woman. She seemed to be from the Beichong Planning Commission, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ready?"

…Don’t need help?”

The woman was Qi Ying, director of the Office of the Planning Commission. She answered with a smile, "Yesterday we forecast the weather on the TV station and reminded everyone to bring rain gear. Today we also mobilized more than a hundred helpers to help maintain order. They were shouting from behind just now.

Yes, mainly because the sound effect is relatively good, the leaders may not be able to hear clearly."

After Chen Zhengkui finished listening, he exchanged glances with Zhuang Bifan, and the two of them slowly sat down, feeling much more relaxed.

At this time, the rain slowly started to get heavier. Someone nearby handed umbrellas to the leaders, and everyone continued to watch the display while holding umbrellas.

The models on the stage were not greatly affected. Although the extended section of the T stage was not blocked, Beichong prepared a lot of umbrellas made of ramie cloth - these were originally parasols, but they were used to protect them from rain.

no problem.

Tall models, with fair breasts and thighs, gorgeous and fashionable clothes, holding umbrellas and walking on the catwalk on the catwalk. The fine raindrops are illuminated by the bright lights. This is the first Ramie Cultural Festival left to the audience.

our deepest impression.

A model accidentally stepped into a small puddle of water, slipped and almost fell. In a hurry, she used her hands and feet to maintain her balance. Because the movement was too large, and she was in the air, the breasts on her chest were thrown away.

Come out, two points of beauty are exposed to everyone's eyes.

It only happened in a moment, but it was captured by many people, and some even whistled loudly.

"Hey," Chen Zhengkui heard the whistles one after another and shook his head in confusion, thinking that Yangzhou people were just like this. If it were in an elegant place like Paris, everyone would probably just smile indifferently.

However, it was this little episode that made him feel excited again. He couldn't stand up again and looked back. The stage was so bright that it was slipping. Where were there so many people behind?

Zhuang Bifan also stood up, and then the two of them saw bright lights in the dense crowd behind them, but the assisting defense team members all brought large flashlights to guide everyone away.

Many people who came today had prepared rain gear, and there was even a family of three holding a big umbrella. This was a rare scene in Beichong, and not many people left.

Of course, this is not much in relative terms, but the absolute number is quite a lot. There are no lights on the training ground, but the lights on the booth are extremely bright, and the scattered light can basically illuminate the path under your feet. In addition, the help of the defender’s flashlight

Guidance: Those who leave the scene leave silently, without even making a sound.

After Chen Zhengkui and Zhuang Bifan looked at it for a while, they turned around and sat down again. After a long time, Director Zhuang sighed, "Tsk, Beichong is really well prepared for this event."

"Well, in an orderly manner," Mayor Chen nodded and spat out a few words lightly. He really didn't want to praise Chen Taizhong, but he had to admit that it was really not possible to allow the unorganized Beichong people to leave in such an orderly manner.

Easy - especially this is just an emergency plan, no one is sure whether it will rain today.

"What are they talking about as defense assistants?" Director Zhuang asked curiously. He had never heard of this title, and there were more than a hundred people organized. Isn't this organization a bit big?

"They did it themselves," Chen Zhengkui replied angrily, thinking that the helpers of Beichong Lane were basically violent organizations of the independent kingdom. What could they say?

Director Zhuang heard that his tone was unkind and stopped asking questions.

Autumn rain in Hengbei is generally not very heavy. It was around 7:40. The last show ended and the audience left one after another. The current number of people was less than 20,000.

Others were bored and continued to watch the rest of the program, but Mayor Chen and Director Zhuang were no longer interested. They stood up and were about to leave. Unexpectedly, the host came up again and announced, "Next program, Whitney

?Houston solo, "Singin' in the Rain."

Singin' in the Rain is also a very famous song, but its influence in China is not that great, especially since this song is not only danced and sung, but also sung by a male voice.

But when Whitney got into the mood, she didn't care so much. She wore a small vest and a pair of short hot pants, holding an umbrella in one hand and a microphone in the other, and started playing alone on the stage - but it was Han.

The director knows this song and accompanies it specially for her.

The rhythm of this piece is much worse than that of "River of Babylon", and the people in Beichong couldn't accept it, so she played her own way on the stage, and the people in the audience played their own way, without affecting each other.

However, some artists who had intended to leave saw this and stayed to watch. There was also a man in his early thirties who volunteered to come on stage. Whitney was having a great time and nodded in agreement. However, this man walked up and danced while holding an umbrella.

She also danced in "Singin' in the Rain" and was more professional than her.

After the song ended, Whitney walked backstage dripping wet and waited for her to dry herself off. When she walked out, she happened to see District Chief Chen standing talking to the lighting and sound engineer - putting away the equipment when it rained.

Be careful to prevent electric shock.

"Ha, I had so much fun," she stepped forward and spoke with a smile, water still dripping from the tips of her hair.

"That's right, "River of Babylon" is better than "Singin' in the Rain,"" Chen Taizhong smiled and nodded.

"The popular ones are definitely the most popular," Whitney replied disapprovingly, "but I had a lot of fun playing Singin' in the Rain. I'm here for entertainment today, aren't I?"

"I'm very happy that you think so," District Chief Chen smiled, looked at the stage again, and sighed softly, "It's about to end."

"It is precisely because there is an end that life is beautiful. This means we should cherish every wonderful moment," Whitney answered seriously. It can be seen that she really enjoyed today.

"It looks like you can have a good sleep today," Chen Taizhong replied with a smile, but he was a little speechless. I really didn't want to talk philosophy with you.

What he was thinking was that after finishing this activity, he could finally relax for two days. The National Day holiday had just begun, and the district chief was not a strong man, so he also needed to rest and relax...

(Three updates today, please don’t miss it.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature to be a registered member to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)


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