() The principle that Wang Xiaobo follows is to follow the Tao in big matters and to follow the power in small matters. What is Tao? For example, Niu Hangbang's evil forces endanger the safety of the people, he must control it, this is Tao; the drug trafficking syndicate of the two brothers of the Ru family
, major issues related to human security must also be managed, and this is the Tao. In his eyes, the Tao is the overall interests of the party and the country, and the interests of the people.
Quan, on the other hand, is Zheng Banqiao's rare confusion, "but the winds blow from east to west, north and south." There are some things that he can temporarily ignore for the sake of the overall benefit, or be confused for a while. For example, the reason for not speaking out about the issue of Jin Dalang's embezzlement of highway funds is for the sake of the overall interests.
Temporarily obey the authority; you can temporarily turn a blind eye to Ru Dahai's account book, just to obey the authority.
Tao refers to the overall interests, while Quan refers to partial interests. "Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao." It means that big things are clear and small things are confusing.
He is a super game player. He plays chess, cards, and football in school. If he sees several reservoir workers playing cards, he will open one eye and close one even during duty hours.
.But now there is a violent storm outside and the water level has exceeded the warning line. These people still ignore it and play cards as usual. It is unbearable.
Wang Xiaobo's kick was so powerful that the man sitting opposite him was kicked to the ground.
"Tmd, who are you? What are you doing here?" The flat head on the left stood up and glared at Wang Xiaobo.
"I'm your dad! Why don't you go and see that the water level in the reservoir has passed the warning line? Are you still interested in playing cards here? What do you think of the hundreds of thousands of people downstream? Is this too childish?"
The middle-aged man wearing glasses on the right was surprised: "In just a moment, the water level has exceeded the warning line?" He said and ran out in a hurry.
The other three were intimidated by Wang Xiaobo's righteousness and awe, and stood there speechless. Wang Xiaobo glanced at them contemptuously: "Who is in charge here?"
The flat head quickly stood up straight and said tremblingly: "Leader, I am the director of the reservoir management office and the director of the water station."
Wang Xiaobo then stretched out his hand, shook hands with him, pointed at Ma Lin and introduced: "This is the special commissioner of the Provincial Party Committee, here to inspect the reservoir's typhoon and flood prevention situation. You first take out the dam information and take a look."
When Pingdingtou heard that the special commissioner of the Provincial Party Committee had come to inspect the work, his face turned green with fright. He just nodded and bowed: "Welcome, welcome."
Marin said angrily: "There is no need to welcome me. In this extraordinary period, work is the most important thing. Let's get the dam information out first."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rumbling sound outside the door. Wang Xiaobo didn't know why, but Ma Lin and Heping nodded in shock at the same time:
"No, there's a flash flood."
"Hurry up and open the gate."
The middle-aged man wearing glasses who ran out earlier also ran in: "Director, it's bad, a flash flood has broken out. If the water level rises another twenty centimeters, the dam will definitely not be able to withstand it. Open the gate as soon as possible."
"Okay, okay, Lin Gong, hurry up and open the gate, Xiao Ying, Xiao Qu, you guys go together." Ping Dingtou was also anxious and ordered hurriedly.
Marin also went out and discussed with the forest worker: "The water level downstream is also very high. Why don't you open a hole first and try it?"
The forest worker pondered for a moment: "If we had arrived an hour earlier, maybe we could have arrived at the same time. Listen, the sound of this flash flood is getting louder and louder. It is estimated that the amount of water this time is not small."
Marin said worriedly: "The pressure downstream will be great, especially on both sides of Wen River, which will be dangerous."
While they were talking, several people had already arrived at the machine room. "Open gates No. 1 and 2 first." The forest worker still left some room.
After closing the switch, only a squeaking sound was heard, but the gate did not move at all. The forest worker was shocked, and big beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead: "Quick, go and open the gate manually."
, and ran towards the dam.
Wang Xiaobo saw a group of people running towards the dam and knew something was wrong, so he followed them.
The forest worker grabbed the turntable first and tried his best to turn it, but the turntable seemed to be welded and could not move. He sat limply on the dam, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
Marin stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "How many years have these gates been moved?"
"There was a flood in 1977, but it has never been touched again. I once proposed that inspections must be made every year, but no one listened. Finally, the retribution came." Lin Gong said coldly, with a look of dismay.
A frustrated look.
When Wang Xiaobo heard this, he realized that there had been no inspection for four years. He was really stupid. He also became nervous. Once the dam broke down, not only Beishan Township and the copper mine would cease to exist, but even Qingxian County would suffer.
"Is there any other way?" Wang Xiaobo asked anxiously.
Lin Gong shook his head: "There are only two ways, and they are completely impossible."
"Then tell me." Wang Xiaobo thought, every solution is always a hope.
The forest worker weakly said: "The first is to blow up a gap in the spillway and let the spillway serve as the main spillway to release floods; the second is to go down and clean up the debris wrapped around the lifting pole."
"Okay, I'll go down there." Wang Xiaobo had an air of saying that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?
Lin Gong looked at him in surprise: "In normal times, it might be okay, but now at this time..." He shook his head and swallowed back the words "I'm going to die."
Wang Xiaobo risked his life. For the safety of hundreds of thousands of people downstream, he had no choice but to fight. He said to Ping Toitou who was standing there blankly: "Go and get a longer thick rope and a hatchet."
Come here." After saying that, he turned to ask the forest worker: "How much time do I have?"
The forest worker listened to the thunderous roar that was getting closer and closer: "It won't take more than ten minutes at most."
Wang Xiaobo said nothing more and beckoned the commando captain over: "Tie two sandbags, one on the front and one on the front, to my body. After a while, when I go down, pull me up again every two minutes."
At this time, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the rain became more and more intense. The reservoir seemed to be excited by Wang Xiaobo's heroic behavior, and it seemed even more restless. Waves hit the dam one after another.
Wang Xiaobo stripped his upper body, tied sandbags to his front and back, held a hatchet in his hand, and walked step by step towards the edge of the dam.
The twenty commandos held the rope tightly in their hands, staring wide-eyed, looking at their leader, at their hero, no! In their eyes at this moment, Wang Xiaobo was a comrade, a relative, and a close relative of them.
Brothers of the same flesh and blood.
Wang Xiaobo glanced at everyone one last time, his eyes full of hope, sustenance, and confidence to win, and he jumped into the water without hesitation.
The rope in the hands of the twenty commandos suddenly became heavy. This inconspicuous rope not only maintained the lives of their comrades, comrades, and brothers, but also maintained the lives and property of hundreds of thousands of people downstream. They felt it
A kind of responsibility, a kind of responsibility, a sense of mission that I have never had before.
The heavy rain was falling continuously, and the tears of excitement were also flowing. They silently counted the numbers 1, 2, 3... 99, 100, 101, one hundred and twenty numbers in their hearts. They usually finished counting in one go. What happened now?
Slow down, 111, 112, 113... there are seven numbers, which are so heavy and so long. Every time you count a number, it is like climbing a mountain, and your nervous heart will pop out of your throat.
"118, 119, start!" With an earth-shattering scream, twenty commandos used their strength together, and Wang Xiaobo jumped out of the water.
"Okay!" shouted again. They cheered for their comrades, for their brothers, and for their own achievements.
Wang Xiaobo shouted loudly: "Thank you, brothers! The lifting pole No. 1 was entangled in the fishing net and has been cleared." He took a deep breath and started lowering again.
When he came up from the water for the third time, he saw that at the end of the reservoir, the torrent was rolling in, carrying trees, boulders, and soil and pouring directly towards the reservoir, setting off huge waves and hitting the dam directly.
Marin shouted, "Open the gate quickly."
Several people worked together to turn the turntable, and the gate was slowly opened.
Wang Xiaobo lay exhausted on the dam, looking at the gate that was slowly rising, and showed a relieved smile.
