The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 333 The weather station sends a message, and the command center is shaken.
The air in the drought relief command's material control office was hot and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Factory Director Zhou felt like he was sitting on a wax statue.

It's painful, it's agonizing.

My butt hurts, and I'm sweating.

He was prepared to make a scene in the office, even if it alarmed Commander-in-Chief Han Zhaoxin. He had enough reasons to not be afraid of being reprimanded by Han Zhaoxin.

result……

He was unlucky enough to run into the director of the soon-to-be-established Approval Committee!
Factories now crave new equipment just as much as crops crave water during a drought.

The main reason he wasn't afraid of Han Zhaoxin was that their Hongxing Machinery Factory No. 2 played an important role in the national production plan. He was serious about his work and led a factory that was the pride of the large state-owned factories in the coastal area.

In this way, Han Zhaoxin is reasonable and will not punish him for trying to obtain equipment for the factory.

But Qian Jin is different.

He wasn't afraid of the approval committee director normally, but he was afraid now because their factory's needs were in the hands of that person.

As the director of the No. 2 Red Star Machinery Factory, Zhou Yueji was a clear-headed man. He knew how he and his factory had achieved their status, which was based on nothing more than production capacity.

If he wants to go further and if his factory wants to occupy a more important position in the city's and even the province's industrial production, then he needs to upgrade and replace the old equipment.

The saying "sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood" perfectly illustrates this point.

Therefore, replacing the equipment with new, technologically advanced foreign equipment is imperative. In this situation, if one offends Qian Jin, the director of the approval committee who holds the power of "life and death," and is blocked by him...

The consequences could be disastrous!

Factory Director Zhou ultimately chose to back down.

He said awkwardly, "Director Qian, please don't misunderstand..."

At this moment, he was not exactly drenched in sweat, but his forehead was definitely dripping with cold sweat.

The little scheme and the confidence behind the threat vanished completely.

"I was just... I was so anxious and confused. Actually, water pumps—you're right, as the saying goes, they're new for three years, old for three years, and patched up for another three years. Our factory's water pumps are still usable."

"You know, I must have lost my mind. In the midst of this nationwide drought relief effort, I actually... I actually tried to hold things back. I was really wrong..."

Qian Jin handed him a handkerchief.

He wiped his sweat and bowed repeatedly in thanks, showing none of the air of a factory director from a large state-owned enterprise.

Qian Jin didn't take the opportunity to show off. He calmly said, "Director Zhou, you're too kind. I really can't solve this water pump problem for you."

"Besides, you don't need to be so intimidated in front of me. Judging from your behavior, I can roughly tell that your company has probably introduced new technologies or equipment from abroad, right?"

"Rest assured, as long as it complies with regulations and is beneficial to national development, I will naturally approve it as soon as possible according to procedures."

Upon hearing this, Director Zhou felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately smiled: "Understood! Understood! Director Qian, you're busy, I'll go back right away and call on all the workers to support the drought relief efforts!"

Qian Jin said, "Then I thank you on behalf of the farmers who are suffering in the countryside. Also, please don't leave yet..."

Just as Factory Director Zhou was about to flee the office, Qian Jin stopped him:

“I know your factory has a heavy production workload, and I also know you want to replace the water pumps.”

"However, after my inspection, I do believe that your factory does not need to replace the water pump, while your factory believes that it needs to be replaced. Since we have different opinions, we will report this to our superiors according to the procedure."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yueji panicked: "Ah? No need, no need, I'm doing this now..."

"All work must be carried out in accordance with rules and regulations!" Qian Jin emphasized.

Without saying a word, he took Zhou Yueji to the top leader's office.

Zhou Yueji quickly grabbed him: "It's unnecessary, it's really unnecessary, Director Qian, I've changed my mind..."

Qian Jin shook his head: "You don't need to worry that I will use my position to obstruct your normal production needs. If I, Qian Jin, were that kind of person, the country would not entrust the approval committee here to me to lead the team."

"Let's stick to the facts today. Since there's a disagreement about replacing the water pump, let's follow the work process and have the top leader make the decision."

When the seaside secretary saw him arrive, he hurriedly asked what was going on.

Qian Jin recounted the situation.

The seaside secretary looked at Zhou Yueji with a probing gaze.

Now that things have come to this, Zhou Yueji had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

Qian Jin remained calm.

The work should be carried out in the same way as before.

He can't afford to be seen as someone who bullies others with his power.

Although he did do it.

But that was only because Zhou Yueji was the one who provoked him first, and because he was a factory director with a higher rank than Qian Jin, the director of the Foreign Trade Office of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, he tried to put pressure on him, which is why he retaliated.

The chief secretary reported the situation to Zheng Guodong, who then made a special trip to meet with the two.

Zhou Yueji first reported the factory's needs. He dared not cause any trouble at this time, so he explained the whole story in detail.

Zheng Guodong listened calmly, then remained silent and asked Qian Jin, "Comrade Qian Jin, how do you explain the situation reported by Factory Director Zhou?"

Qian Jin gave a clear and organized report on the findings of his on-site inspection and the provisions on water use priority in the "Guidelines".

Finally, he added, "Drought relief is like fighting a fire. Right now, Dawangzhuang Commune and Hongdongfeng Commune in Anguo County are in dire need of water pumps. These two communes are among the areas in the city with the greatest hope of protecting the seedlings. Their water supply must not be cut off."

"The two communes have more than 5,000 people and a total of more than 20,000 mu of corn and more than 10,000 mu of sweet potatoes. If the water supply is cut off, all of this grain will be lost. But if the autumn harvest is successful, this grain can become the food supply for tens of thousands of farmers!"

“I conducted an on-site inspection and concluded that the situation at Hongxing Factory was not serious. The existing water pumps were sufficient to ensure the normal operation of its cooling system and would not affect production. Therefore, I rejected their application to replace the water pumps!”

Zheng Guodong was puzzled after hearing this.

Do I really need to get involved in this?

He noticed that Zhou Yueji had become obsequious in front of Qian Jin, so he asked, "Director Zhou, is what Deputy Commander Qian said true?"

"Are your factory's current water pumps still working? Is the cooling system a closed loop? Does it mainly rely on its own well water?"

Under Zheng Guodong's intense gaze, Zhou Yueji's momentum weakened further, and he stammered, "Yes, yes, Director Qian is right, that's indeed the case, but, but the main thing is..."

"No buts!" Zheng Guodong slammed his hand on the table and made the decision.

"Comrade Zhou Yueji, what time is it now? The worst drought in Haibin City in twenty years has occurred!"

"The people are having trouble getting drinking water, and the crops in the fields are about to fail! You, the director of a large state-owned factory, don't think about sharing the country's burdens and contributing to the drought relief efforts. Instead, you're using a special permit to scramble for life-saving drought relief supplies?"

At this moment, the chief secretary came in and whispered a few words in Zheng Guodong's ear.

Clearly, he had just gone to the materials control office to inquire about the background and was now reporting the information he had gathered truthfully.

After listening, Zheng Guodong subconsciously smiled, but quickly put on a serious face again.

He understood why Qian Jin had brought Zhou Yueji, who had already submitted, to him.

Qian Jin didn't want to be branded with a bad reputation for "using his power to intimidate others and push things forward" before officially taking up his new post.

This led him to criticize Zhou Yueji even more: "You're always going to complain to the provincial level? Huh? What's wrong, you want to submit a report to a higher level?"

"Where have you gone from your Party principles? Where have you gone from your sense of the masses? Where have you gone from your overall perspective?!"

Factory Director Zhou was scolded until his face turned red, and he lowered his head, not daring to argue any further.

Zheng Guodong turned to Qian Jin, his tone firm yet kind: "Deputy Commander Qian, you did the right thing. You upheld principles and dared to take responsibility!"

"The allocation of drought relief supplies must strictly adhere to the guidelines, prioritizing people's livelihoods and agriculture! No one, no matter how close they are to the cause, can be exempt! I support your decision!"

Then he turned to Zhou Yue, gave him another round of criticism, and then waved him away.

Factory Director Zhou slunk away.

Just as Qian Jin was about to leave, Secretary Zheng stopped him and said meaningfully, "Qian Jin, whether now or in the future, it is right to adhere to principles in your work, but sometimes you also need to pay attention to the methods and approaches."

“Doing a good job requires not only a sense of responsibility and ability, right? You also need some tact.”

“However,” he stepped out of his desk and patted Qian Jin on the shoulder, “you are a good comrade. If you have any trouble, just come to me. Comrade Zhao Xin and I can protect you.”

Qian Jin nodded: "Thank you, leader, I understand."

"As long as it doesn't violate principles or affect the overall drought relief efforts, we will definitely provide the support that factories and units deserve!"

Zheng Guodong laughed and said, "I'm talking about the future, after the drought relief work is over."

Qian Jin sighed: "There's no rush. We can deal with the future later. Let's focus on the present."

"Right now, the drought is getting worse and worse!"

Now, inland areas far from the coastline, such as Anguo County, the land is like a huge piece of clay repeatedly roasted over a furnace, with heat rising from the ground and the air distorted by the scorching heat.

It's scary.

Qian Jin had never seen such a severe drought in the 21st century, and this was quite an eye-opener for him.

Although it can be said that not a drop of rain fell at all this summer, the previous sporadic rains were really ineffective.

Fortunately, multiple measures were taken simultaneously, drought relief work was prepared and started early, and the whole city worked together as one.

This truly shows that while drought is merciless, people are compassionate.

The underground water veins accumulated in the mountains over many years have been developed, water transport routes have been established in all directions, geological survey teams have been working tirelessly, well drilling teams have been working in all directions, and then more and more drip irrigation pipes have been sent to the countryside.

Therefore, while the drought in rural areas is severe, it is not to the point of repeating past mistakes that would make it impossible for farmers to survive.

Especially with the implementation of drip irrigation in rural areas, some production brigades' farmland has begun to turn lush and green.

In mid-July, Qian Jin traveled from Xiamapo to Beichangsheng Brigade. As the car drove by, kicking up dry dust, he looked out the window and saw vast expanses of green in the local farmland, unlike the farmland in Xiamapo Brigade.

When Qian Jin arrived at the brigade headquarters, the brigade leader, Sheng Jiangong, saw him and excitedly slapped his leg repeatedly.

"Oh my, what a distinguished guest! Commander Qian, it's you! Come, come, come with me to the fields..."

"Aren't you going to invite me in for a cup of tea this time?" Qian Jin teased him.

Last time, when he brought technicians from the service team to the Beichangsheng production brigade for on-site training, Sheng Jiangong kept urging him to go to the office for tea first.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Jiangong grinned and said, "Yes, we should drink! Haha, but let's go check out the fields first, and then we'll go back and drink our fill of tea..."

"What kind of tea should we have? We should be calling for money to go for drinks!" the accountant said excitedly.

They jokingly picked a random spot.

The corn in the field to the east is already almost knee-high, while the buckwheat seedlings to the west have just sprouted and there aren't many yet.

As the wind blows, green waves sway in the east, while patches of green bloom in the barren earth in the west.

Qian went into the field to check the situation and nodded repeatedly.

There's a good reason for using science to combat drought.

These farmlands, which use drip irrigation, retain moisture in the deep soil because water is supplied slowly and continuously from the roots. The crops absorb the water and withstand the scorching heat, growing quite vigorously.

Looking around, you can see greenery blooming tenaciously everywhere.

Qian Jin pinched the corn leaves, and juice seeped out: "Okay, it's growing well..."

"To be honest, Commander Qian, this isn't just good, it's fucking amazing." Sheng Jiangong couldn't help but slap his thigh again.

"If we didn't all know what was going on, and if you just randomly brought some outsider here to see for yourself, they would never believe that we had experienced a drought that only happens once every twenty years!"

"Look at these corn seedlings, how well they're growing! They're growing so well, they're not even this good before the drought, are they?"

The accountant chimed in, "That's absolutely right. I've researched it, and this drip irrigation technology is truly amazing."

"It saves water, as it supplies water specifically to crops, and it also saves on urea. In previous years, we had to use urea sparingly; one bag of urea was only enough for two acres of land."

"As a result, this year when we mixed urea with water, one bag of urea could be used on about ten acres of land. Moreover, the seedlings absorbed the fertilizer slowly and evenly, and they grew really well..."

Qian Jin said, "Yes, because in the past you used to use flood irrigation to water the land, and then spread nitrogen fertilizer such as urea after watering, which led to serious waste of fertilizer."

"Mix nitrogen fertilizer with water and release it to the crops little by little. The crops have a high fertilizer utilization rate and grow well."

The accountant said admiringly, "Commander Qian is highly educated; what he said is absolutely right."

"That's not all. I've also found that there are no weeds competing for water and fertilizer in the fields."

Qian Jin laughed and said, "This drought has actually helped the crops. Without drip irrigation, the crops wouldn't have survived."

"That's it!" The accountant grinned excitedly. "Weeds don't have drip irrigation to help them; they get baked to death by the sun as soon as they sprout, haha!"

Farmers who were irrigating their fields under the scorching sun nearby also came over upon hearing the commotion. Qian Jin shook hands with them: "Comrades, you've worked hard, still irrigating the fields in this sweltering heat."

"Commander Qian, you're the one who's really working hard. You still have to go to the countryside in this sweltering heat. You're the kind of cadre who deserves this!" A burly, dark-skinned man grabbed his hand with his right hand and gave him a thumbs-up with his left hand, showing him to his left and right.

He added, "In the past, people said that the officials were corrupt and had problems, and that the people would have to suffer again."

“I, the fourth brother, don’t have any special skills. I can’t go to the city to see what other cadres are like. Anyway, I saw you, Commander Qian. You, Commander Qian, are a big official in the city. As a result, when it comes to drought relief, you go wherever the hardest work is and wherever people are needed.”

"I don't care about anything else, but I've met cadres who are truly capable and willing to help farmers. I think our country will definitely be awesome in the future! With you cadres leading the way and with the hard work of us farmers and workers, our country will be great, right?"

Qian Jin patted his arm and laughed, "This comrade has a very high level of thinking. Don't worry, the country will definitely be great in the future!"

He glanced at the man's sunburned skin and handed him his own straw hat: "You still need to be careful not to get sunburned."

“We’ve all taken turns. This drip irrigation system can’t stop. We’ll take turns working on each plot of land. In two or three months, when autumn comes, we’re sure to have a good harvest,” Sheng Jiangong said.

Qian Jin asked, "How many sets of droppers do you have?"

"Five sets now!" the accountant said excitedly.

"Is it enough?"

"It's enough. It's enough for our whole brigade. We take turns operating it 24 hours a day. The people don't rest and the drip irrigation equipment doesn't stop either. It keeps turning around and around, which helps the crops in the fields to thrive."

The brigade cadres were all smiles.

For farmers, nothing is more valuable than a bountiful harvest.

People eat for food.

You can't buy food if you have money but no ration coupons, but a good harvest means you'll have enough to eat.

They inspected the effectiveness of drip irrigation, and even more people came after hearing the news:

"Boss, your drip irrigation system is really effective! These little drops are more effective than a torrent of water!"

"It saves water, and the crops grow even better after using it! I'm truly impressed; I admire your skill!"

Qian Jin also had to visit other production brigades and teams that used drip irrigation technology to save their farmland.

good results.

The "drip irrigation technical service team" he trained has become highly sought after. After returning to his commune, he was invited by various production teams assigned to drip irrigation systems to provide guidance on installation.

Wherever the drip irrigation pipes reach, patches of dying fields are given a faint glimmer of life.

Especially drought-resistant crops like buckwheat, millet, and mung beans have extremely high germination rates after replanting, thanks to the nourishment of drip irrigation.

However, this is only the case in some areas.

In most areas, corn and drought-resistant crops were planted in the farmland, but they did not grow very well.

The corn, which should have been knee-high, is now withered and stunted, with most of its green leaves turning yellowish-green.

The cornfields were full of dead stalks, barely alive. The villagers saved the water they drank and used buckets to scoop it up and water the crops.

This can be considered a human-powered version of drip irrigation precision irrigation.

Qian Jin and everyone at the command post, along with the farmers and urban youths supporting agriculture, have done their utmost and have finally managed to save the autumn seedlings.

But preserving one's livelihood is of no use.

Rain is necessary, and the water supply must be adequate; otherwise, the corn won't be able to produce ears by autumn.

When winter comes, all the crops will die!

This is the worst possible outcome; we've tried our best and worked incredibly hard, but the harvest is still completely lost.

Qian Jin was also troubled by this matter.

He's just a human, not a god, so he can't bring down the water. All he can do is keep urging his overseas partners to send the hydraulic deep-water well drilling rigs they've purchased to China as soon as possible.

Thus, Haibin City, a city that was once nestled between mountains and the sea and enjoyed favorable weather, is still largely shrouded in the shadow of this drought that stretches for thousands of miles.

On the afternoon of July 12th, the sky was still clear and cloudless, without even a breath of wind, and the stagnant heat in the air grew heavier and heavier.

In the observation and analysis room of the Haibin City Meteorological Station, the staff members were busy with their own tasks, their faces grim.

The fan is broken and no one can fix it for the time being, because the repairmen in the city have all been sent to the countryside. They need to repair water pumps, generators, and all kinds of vehicles. In short, there are a lot of machines that need to be repaired in the countryside right now.

So everyone could only wave a fan to cool down.

Guo Youjia, the chief of observation and analysis, is an old meteorologist. He stood on the north wall, staring at the weather map hanging on the wall, his palm-leaf fan waving wildly, but he only felt hot and couldn't feel any coolness at all.

The office phone rang, and Xiao Li, who had graduated from university less than two years ago, answered it listlessly:
"Hey, that's for sure, this isn't a seaside weather station—what? Ah!"

"Really? Really? Okay, okay, thank you, leader! Long live the leader! Quick, quick, turn on the wireless phone and the fax machine, connect to the National Meteorological Center channel immediately..."

Seeing his subordinates suddenly become so agitated, Guo Youjia had an exciting thought: "Xiao Li, could it be..."

The wireless equipment is turned on.

As the operator turned the knob back and forth, crackling noises and intermittent Morse code messages alternated.

The old-fashioned mechanical fax machine on the table next to me clicked and spat out a narrow strip of paper covered with numbers and symbols.

Xiao Li took off his thick glasses, wiped his sweat, and put them back on, his eyes fixed on the thin red ink line on the barometer.

The recording paper on the cylinder rotated slowly, and the red line on it suddenly stopped descending smoothly and instead began to undulate slightly, like an irregular beat on the faint electrocardiogram of a dying person.

Xiao Li's eyes widened.

That's right!

The barometer did indeed detect pressure fluctuations!
"Director Guo! Director Guo!" Xiao Li waved vigorously at him, pointing to the paper strip and the air pressure curve.

"The movement of the cold trough at sea—probably around 124 degrees east longitude—is consistent with the characteristics of a frontal system passing through, just as the comrade from the National Meteorological Center conveyed! And the cold advection and humidity field, um, um, there are also anomalies, indeed anomalies have appeared!"

Guo Youjia suddenly straightened up, his hands covered in age spots grabbing the fax tape.

His eyes, which had been squinting, widened to the size of peanuts as he eagerly scanned the numbers and symbols on the fax paper.

The palm-leaf fan was thrown away long ago.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and cheeks, but he was completely unaware of it.

The dull, lifeless symbols and data on the note have now transformed into a biting north wind, dispelling the heat that once gripped him.

"Quickly!" He clenched the paper. "Split up and immediately redraw the upper-level isobaric maps, calculate the movement path, and determine the strengthening trend!"

"Hurry! Xiao Li, you continue to contact the comrades at the meteorological station. Lao Du, you draw the map, and I'll personally calculate the movement path. Hey, Du Xiaohua, you have beautiful handwriting, you copy the report!"

The once lifeless office suddenly became bustling with activity.

The young woman who had been chosen asked expectantly, "Director Guo, could it be...?"

"No need to hesitate, just follow orders!" Guo Youjia interrupted her.

These experts know what signals the sea pressure indicates, but they have too little information to have too much hope.

Otherwise, it can be very disheartening when expectations are not met.

Xiao Li turned around, rushed to the table, picked up the phone again, and started communicating with the other end of the line.

The young woman spread out the manuscript paper marked with red lines, picked up her pen, and began to write in a flowing, elegant style.

Guo Youjia and several other veteran comrades rushed to the machines, some large and cumbersome and others light and nimble, and began to operate them professionally.

Guo Youjia was operating a calculator. His fingers flew across the worn-out keys as he muttered calculations and comparisons of various data, his collar quickly becoming soaked with sweat.

Thirty minutes later, Guo Youjia shakily stuffed the letter into the brown paper bag.

The others high-fived each other, their faces beaming with joy: "There's hope..."

"We absolutely have to take it down..."

"May God bless us, may the Dragon King bless us—Comrade Leader, you must also bless your beloved people!"

The sweat-stained report was finally stuffed into a kraft paper envelope marked "Express".

Guo Youjia took a deep breath and said, "Why are you all so happy? It's not like it's going to rain. We don't even know if it will rain at all. We can't be so quick to be happy!"

He beckoned to the security officer and shoved the manila envelope into his hand: "It has to be quick!"

The weather station's only dilapidated military sidecar motorcycle roared to life, and the security officer, displaying the fearless spirit he had shown when the motor transport company delivered supplies to the snowy plateau, sped off.

The billowing dust resembled a raging dragon, with the sidecar motorcycle as its head, speeding out of the gate and hurtling towards the Haibin City Drought Relief Headquarters.

Upon receiving an urgent phone call, Qian Jin abandoned the meeting at the command post and returned to the command center by car.

When he entered, the command center had already started a meeting.

The command center is now just like a war room during wartime, with huge maps hanging everywhere, marked with red, blue and black lines.

Although the doors and windows were open, the acrid smoke from the tobacco couldn't dissipate; it filled the air so thickly that it seemed impossible to dissipate, mixed with the strong, sour smell of sweat from the clothes of those who worked at their desks, leaving Qian Jin completely unresponsive.

Because the command post is in the same sorry state now.

At most, people can wipe their sweat with water; it's too difficult to take a proper shower now.

In order to support rural water supply, many neighborhood committees have issued a call to refrain from bathing.

Life is just that tough!

But the collective efforts of urban and rural residents have yielded results. The huge drought map hanging on the wall is no longer so alarming. The deep red representing severe drought is not so much; the pink representing mild drought is the main color, and some places have even shown a beautiful green.

After Qian Jin entered, Han Zhaoxin nodded to him and pointed to the side with the finger holding the cigarette between his fingers.

“…The surface water in the three northern counties is basically dried up,” Zhang Chengnan’s voice was a little hoarse. He, who always paid attention to his image, was now only wearing a T-shirt, but he had a polyester shirt draped over the back of the chair to maintain his image at any time.

"The water level in the underground water veins and wells in the mountainous area has dropped sharply. Those underground water veins are ultimately formed by water accumulating in karst caves. Alas, they are not proper water veins."

“There shouldn’t be any problem with people drinking the same water that livestock use,” said Dou Honglou, a leader in the agricultural sector.

Zhang Chengnan nodded: "Yes, there shouldn't be any problem with that."

"But if this continues, I think all the crops we've worked so hard to save will be wasted..."

Dou Honglou's composure vanished instantly.

He subconsciously slammed his fist on the conference table in front of him, causing the lids of several white enamel teacups with the words "Serve the People" printed in red on them to clang.

As if he had made a desperate decision, he gritted his teeth and said, "No, we must get through this critical juncture!"

"The crucial stage of corn grain filling and peanut pod forming is just around the corner; we absolutely must ensure the water supply..."

The conference room was deathly silent, with only the monotonous buzzing of the electric fan overhead, futilely stirring the stagnant and stifling air.

Han Zhaoxin slapped the table and said, "Alright, Deputy Commander Qian is back. I will now report the important information I just received."

He took out a new kraft paper envelope, opened it, and pulled out a letter: "According to an urgent report from the National Meteorological Center and our city's meteorological unit, a cold air front has formed about 60 kilometers east of our coastline!"

"Based on precise calculations, we can conclude that this cold air mass will make landfall in our city, and it is almost certain that it will affect our city!"

"What?!" The people who had just been lifeless suddenly raised their heads as if they had been electrocuted, their movements perfectly synchronized, their eyes blazing with disbelief.

Han Zhaoxin nodded solemnly.

He continued reading from the letter:

"The municipal meteorological station reports that at 2 PM today, a trough of cold air was detected moving southward in the Haidong direction..."

"The frontal system has a clear structure and is expected to arrive over our city within twelve to fourteen hours..."

"According to meteorological satellite monitoring, cloud systems capable of generating effective precipitation have appeared, but the cloud systems are quite scattered, making direct precipitation unlikely, although conditions for artificial rainmaking are met..."

Everyone instinctively screamed:

"Why keep this good news a secret?"

"Holy crap! Mr. Han, are you... are you about to make headlines?"

"Great! It's okay if it can't rain directly, as long as we can make it artificially rained, or if the conditions for artificial rainmaking appear!"

Han Zhaoxin's initial excitement had subsided, and he calmly began smoking.

He handed the report to Qian Jin: "Read it quickly, pass it on, and then we'll discuss the topic of artificial rainmaking."

The group of leaders who came to the meeting understood.

The leader waited for Qian Jin to arrive at the scene before announcing the news!

This is incredible!
(End of this chapter)