The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 334 The rain kept falling, but the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Regardless of who Han Zhaoxin wants to wait for.

In short, they finally received some good news!

The westward movement of cold air presents an opportunity to conduct artificial rainmaking operations!
It should be noted that this year's drought came suddenly and was severe, and the conditions for artificial rainmaking were not even met.

So now that the conditions have arisen, the entire conference room is like boiling oil being poured into cold water, and it instantly "explodes"!
The meeting was originally about the problems that the leaders were introducing in the recent drought relief work, which led to a depressed mood.

Now that their pent-up emotions have found an outlet, the entire room of high-rise residents is excitedly dancing and gesturing wildly.

Some people suddenly stood up; they couldn't wait to take turns reading the report and rushed to Qian Jin's back to look at it.

Some people excitedly slammed their fists on the table and cheered loudly.

A few people remained calm and collected, but their faces were filled with ecstatic joy. They looked at each other and could see the joy in each other's eyes.

"Heaven has not forsaken my coastal city!"

"That's wonderful! Heaven has smiled upon us... no, it's the comrades at the weather station who have done a great job!"

Han Zhaoxin watched this scene with a smile.

Zhang Chengnan was closest to Qian Jin, and being in a good position, he quickly rushed to the water conservancy map hanging on the south wall opposite Qian Jin.

On the map, the coastal city area is covered with red crosses.

Based on the report's prediction of the westward flow of cold air, he plotted it on a water conservancy map, becoming increasingly excited as he did so.

"Great, great, great! Comrades, great! According to my prediction, our entire coastal city will be enveloped by this cold air mass. As long as it can bring moisture from the sea, there will be no problem with artificial rainmaking throughout the entire area!"

Han Zhaoxin shook his head calmly.

But someone noticed this scene, and their heart, which had just settled, jumped again: "President Han, what does this mean? Is there a problem with this cold air mass? Is there no possibility of rainfall across the entire region?"

Everyone knows that at this stage of the drought relief efforts, artificial rainmaking is the only and last chance to turn the tide.

Otherwise, the autumn harvest will be hard to guarantee!

Han Zhaoxin said, "There's no problem. According to the dual monitoring of the National Meteorological Center and our meteorological station, this incoming cold air mass from the ocean is massive and extremely powerful..."

"Great!" Everyone clapped and cheered.

The agricultural official then asked, "So, should we prepare for artificial rainmaking?"

Han Zhaoxin said, "That's right. I have already ordered the meteorological department and relevant units of the armed forces to prepare all anti-aircraft guns and shells, and ordered the air force airports to be on standby. Meteorological experts will provide full support, and the artificial rainmaking office has also begun to coordinate all resources. Artificial rainmaking will definitely be carried out!"

Hearing the leader's firm tone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Zhaoxin is cautious in his actions. Since he dared to mobilize a large force to prepare for a decisive battle, it means that the opportunity for a decisive battle has arrived!

A chance to win has arrived!
Everyone volunteered for battle, waiting for the command to deploy troops.

Han Zhaoxin's sharp gaze swept across the room, but he raised his voice again: "But..."

This turn of events made everyone's hearts leap into their throats again.

No, boss, are you teasing a monkey?
Why are you making such a fuss at a time like this?

Han Zhaoxin said, "However, artificial rainmaking is not allowed to be carried out across the entire region; it is limited to Anguo County and its surrounding core drought-stricken areas..."

Someone immediately stood up: "President Han, what's going on?"

Some people, unaware of what was going on, looked at Qian Jin:
"President Han, Anguo County is indeed the county facing the most difficult drought relief work. But it's not just them that are short of water. We have no objection to giving priority to Anguo County in terms of drip irrigation equipment, water trucks, and well drilling teams."

"Now that there's a chance for rainfall across the entire region, why should we only consider Anguo County? Yes, Commander Qian is now in charge of Anguo County..."

"Old Wu, what did you say!" The leader from the light industry department next to him quickly pulled the speaker back to his seat.

Qian Jin was baffled.

What do you mean?
It's as if I'm trying to trap this rainwater all by myself. The problem is, are you blind? I just arrived and haven't even said a word yet!

Han Zhaoxin said sternly, "Where is the discipline? Where is the awareness? Have I finished speaking?"

The leaders who were about to voice their objections all lowered their heads.

Han Zhaoxin angrily said:

"Rain enhancement operations cannot be carried out to the limit, nor can they be exhausted! We must reserve the remaining cloud energy for our brother regions in the west and north, deep inland, who have suffered from drought even earlier than us!"

"Is it just that coastal areas are short of water? Ah! Is it just that coastal areas are going to get rain? Ah! Look at me, ask yourselves honestly!"

"The drought relief work is a nationwide effort. Are we only concerned with our own situation and not with the lives of our neighboring cities and counties?"

Old Liu, the cadre in charge of coordinating transportation and water transport in various districts and counties, couldn't help but speak up: "President Han, there's nothing we can do at this point. Water is life!"

"This little bit of cloud, which we've been waiting for so long, we all know that artificial rainmaking doesn't produce much moisture. We don't even have enough for ourselves, let alone share it with others. This..."

The other cadres followed suit, saying, "Yes, President Han, it's not that we don't care about the overall situation, it's just that we can't afford to..."

"The drought is so severe, and we've finally seen a glimmer of hope, but we still have to restrain ourselves..."

Even the cadres in the agricultural sector had voices that sounded like they were crying.

They conducted summer harvest statistics and autumn harvest simulations based on the current situation, and they all know how difficult this year will be for farmers.

Most people looked anxious.

Drought relief is like putting out a fire; how can we not give our all to this opportunity that has just been given to us?
"President Han..." Zhang Chengnan was about to speak up to offer advice.

Han Zhaoxin acted as if he hadn't heard, staring intently at Qian Jin.

Qian Jin hasn't been home lately, he's been busy working in the countryside, and he's tanned to a dark brown, his face showing signs of exhaustion and hardship.

This made Han Zhaoxin sigh.

When Qian Jin was in charge of negotiating with ICI to introduce pesticides in the spring, he was so full of vigor and youthful spirit.

As a result, in just three or four months, I aged ten years!

He originally wanted Qian Jin to give his opinion.

Seeing Qian Jin's current state, he felt a pang of sympathy, so he didn't directly ask Qian Jin, but instead continued to reiterate his orders to everyone:

"The bigger picture! Comrades, think about the bigger picture! If we drink our fill, what will happen to the neighboring cities? Are we just going to watch them die of thirst?"

He took two steps back, behind him was a map of the province's drought relief efforts.

He then forcefully pointed with his finger at the large areas on the map west and north of Anguo County, all marked in a glaring deep red, his tone heavy:
"The drought has swept across three thousand miles, comrades. It is not only the land beneath our feet that is affected, but also other lands where our brothers and sisters live."

“I and the other commanders-in-chief of the command centers in other cities and prefectures hold telephone conferences almost every day. To be honest, our coastal city has done the best in drought relief work, and our conditions are also the best.”

"Old Zhang, you know a thing or two about this, right?"

He looked at Zhang Chengnan.

Zhang Chengnan sighed and nodded: "That's right. At least our Haibin City still has some groundwater to use, especially the karst caves in the mountains that have accumulated over the years. This is just an emergency measure."

“Other cities, especially those in the northwest inland areas, are in a much worse situation than us. So, in terms of drip irrigation equipment, our coastal city uses locally produced equipment, while the products first produced in the south have already been sent to them for use.”

"We also need to prioritize supplying domestically produced hydraulic deep-water well drilling rigs to them, because we can still find water at depths of 30 to 50 meters here, while in other places we can only find water at depths of 100 to 200 meters!"

Hearing this, Han Zhaoxin nodded: "Yes, but don't be discouraged, everyone. The more advanced hydraulic drilling rig that Deputy Commander Qian imported from abroad should be arriving soon..."

He looked at Qian Jin.

Qian Jin said, "It's already been shipped, it should arrive within three to five days!"

Han Zhaoxin nodded again, a smile appearing on his face: "With artificial rainmaking and deep wells, I estimate that our drought relief campaign has reached a critical point, and the dawn of victory is about to appear!"

"In this situation, we cannot only think about ourselves, but also about our comrades in other cities and prefectures."

"Do you all understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'? This cold front path is very valuable. We must consider the whole picture and not simply use it all for ourselves. Otherwise, we would be committing a crime against the people and a crime against the country!"

Hearing that the machine capable of drilling deep wells would be arriving soon, the excited leaders breathed a sigh of relief.

There is water underground, but there is no machine to drill a well.

Once the machines are delivered, they will work around the clock to drill wells everywhere, and then the water supply problem will be solved.

In this way, the anxious atmosphere of eagerness to get results in the meeting room gradually subsided and became solemn in the face of a deeper sense of responsibility.

Seeing this, Han Zhaoxin didn't waste any words and immediately began to arrange the work: "Prepare for artificial rainmaking immediately. Everyone must get moving. The artificial rainmaking office will take the lead, and Zhang Chengnan and Su Ping, you will fully cooperate!"

"Old Lin, go and mobilize the artillery units and meteorological experts, and request the Air Force to coordinate. Next, we'll discuss the details. All details must be implemented properly. Comrades, time is of the essence!"

The team repeatedly discussed and calculated how to carry out each step of the artificial rainmaking operation.

Once everything was confirmed to be in order, Han Zhaoxin submitted it to Zheng Guodong for approval, and Zheng Guodong glanced at it briefly and signed his name.

The next order, like a thunderclap, resounded through the nerve endings of every staff member in the command center and related units.

A meticulous battle to seize water from the heavens, where every second counts, has begun.

Han Zhaoxin originally wanted Qian Jin to go home and visit, but Qian Jin waved his hand.

The main battleground for artificial rainmaking is in his territory, so he still has to go back.

He couldn't play a role in this; experts had to be responsible for choosing the battle locations, and he was in charge of the coordination.

After calculation, five positions were finally selected.

The main battleground was on a desolate hill called Laojunpo, about 20 miles west of Anguo County. Qian Jin called on the local commune to send laborers to clear the hill and set up a temporary command post.

The next day, four dark green Jiefang brand trucks arrived at the hill.

The armed forces department dispatched active-duty main anti-aircraft guns, the main players in this artificial rainmaking effort—the heavy 37mm twin-barreled anti-aircraft guns.

The soldiers got off the vehicle and prepared.

The heavy wooden ammunition boxes were carried down, with large red Song typeface characters clearly written on the box panels:
"Express," "Silver Iodide Bullet for Artificial Rainmaking."

The massive jack beneath the cannon stood firmly, pressing down on the yellow earth beneath its feet.

Behind the position was a makeshift command shack.

It was hastily constructed using military-grade rough canvas on a few thick wooden sticks, and the small command table inside was simply pieced together from a few planks of wood.

On the table lay a crucial weather map, densely covered with arrows and symbols in red and blue pencils, making it almost impossible to decipher.

The radio transmitter was set up, and other equipment that Qian Jin didn't recognize was also brought in.

The diesel generator roared to life, and electricity began to flow.

Company Commander Wang, in charge of the artificial rainmaking unit, was a dark-skinned, sturdy man. At that moment, he unbuttoned two buttons on his uniform, revealing a small patch of his equally bronze-colored chest.
"Damn you, God! You won't let it rain on us people? Well then, I won't hold back and will give you a good blast!"

Qian Jin handed him a cigarette, which he put in his mouth before straightening the cannon's scope and carefully observing the changing light and shadow of the sky through the telescope.

The experts sent by the weather station were hunched over the pile of drawings and documents on the table, discussing the matter.

This artificial rainmaking operation must not fail!
The telegraph operator, wearing a military green headset, kept transmitting radio signals in front of the transmitter, while the recorder beside him quickly wrote down:
"Position number two is ready..."

"Position No. 3 is ready..."

"Reporting to the company commander, there's been an error at position number five; grain has been planted on the hillside..."

Company Commander Wang frowned as he got out of the car.

Qian Jin said without hesitation:

"The priority is to carry out artificial rainmaking. Tell the comrades at the No. 5 position to tell the local commune leaders that I, Qian Jin, promised that the command headquarters would compensate for the damage to crops caused by the position based on the high yield of a bumper harvest year!"

Company Commander Wang exclaimed, "Good, this comrade really made a decisive decision."

He then went to communicate with the experts.

The experts, holding red and blue pencils and slide rules, rapidly sketched various routes and angles on the map while asking questions of the soldiers beside their walkie-talkies:
"I need the Xishan observation point. What's the wind direction there now? Has the wind speed changed? Latest cloud base height data... Quickly! Don't report intervals, give me the exact values!"

Outside the shack, three observers responsible for frontline meteorological observations were busily operating portable radiosonde receivers.

A young man held the receiver of a radiosonde device with a long wire attached, straining to listen to the crackling noise in his headphones, while his eyes were fixed on the clouds that were slowly advancing from the east.

The thick, dark clouds resembled a massive army pressing in.

Qian Jin also looked at the clouds.

This year, we've never seen such dense cloud cover. It's a pity it can't rain automatically, otherwise there would definitely be heavy rain throughout the region.

I wonder how many farmers were also looking up at it.

There was no need for the artificial rainmaking office to send notices to the grassroots level; every household knew to move their buckets and water tanks under the eaves to wait for water to be collected.

The production team's pond was covered with plastic sheeting and used as a water storage tank.

This rainfall is very important.

Inside the shack, the mercury column of the hanging thermometer stubbornly slid down.

The pointer of the hygrometer was shaking uneasily.

The observer's voice, as he reported the numbers, grew increasingly louder:
"Wind from the northwest, force 3... no, force 4! And it's still increasing!"

"Cloud base height 1600...1500...and still rapidly decreasing!"

"Relative humidity is 73%... 78%... it's broken 80%! And it's still rising!"

"The internal structure of the clouds is stabilizing! Supercooled water distribution area detected!" The voice of the radiosonde team came through the walkie-talkie.

The air began to become humid.

It is humid and hot.

Very uncomfortable.

The expert nodded, and Company Commander Wang immediately waved his hand.

The gunners quickly and silently took their positions.

They wore only yellowish-green military vests on their upper bodies, their back muscles were taut, and sweat streamed down from between their shoulder blades, soaking the waistbands of their loose yellowish-green military trousers.

The loader opened the heavy ammunition box and took out the golden 37mm anti-aircraft gun shells.

Unlike ordinary artillery shells, the projectiles were not filled with explosives, but with the core of artificial rainmaking—silver iodide composite rain-enhancing agent.

Qian Jin was also seeing artillery fire and shells for the first time. He went closer to take a look, and Company Commander Wang pointed to the obvious yellow marking ring and the special "∞" symbol on the shell:
"These are artificial rain-making bombs, these are artificial rain-enhancing bombs, but we won't use rain-enhancing bombs this time."

The gunners quickly and skillfully unscrewed the protective caps from the bullet tips, revealing the special detonation device at the end used for detonation.

It was a non-lethal micro-explosive device, designed to evenly distribute silver iodide powder at a specific height.

Working in pairs, they quickly fed the shells into the breech chute of the anti-aircraft gun.

The metal meshing together produced a crisp "click," which was particularly clear on the battlefield where the silence was so profound you could hear your own heartbeat.

The loader's roar echoed across the position: "Loading complete at gun position number three!"

"Firing complete at gun position number one!"

Company Commander Wang raised his binoculars, staring intently at the speed at which the clouds were advancing.

Through the artillery scope, a dark band of clouds slowly and steadily covered the clear sky overhead.

The wind blows from the sky to the ground.

The wind was very strong.

"Azimuth, 0 degrees 47!" Company Commander Wang shouted through the megaphone. The observer rapidly turned the elevation and azimuth controls.

The heavy muzzle emitted a faint mechanical grinding sound, and when it was slightly raised, it resembled a giant python poised to pounce.

"Constant angular velocity, zero nine!"

Following the command, the gun barrel was further adjusted in elevation.

Inside the shack, the expert took the walkie-talkie and repeated the message to all the locations:
"Attention all points! Attention all points! Target cloud altitude: 6,000 meters! Target cloud altitude: 6,000 meters! Rain-enhancing agents must be sprayed within a -6 degree Celsius temperature zone!"

"Repeat, 6,000! Sub-six degrees Celsius!"

The wind grew stronger.

The gun azimuth mechanism clicked as it spun in the wind.

Time ticked by, second by second.

As the gray of the sky completely obscured the last patch of light in sight, a muffled rumble of thunder echoed faintly from the depths of the clouds.

Qian Jin couldn't help but ask, "It's thundering, won't it rain automatically?"

The expert shook his head: "This is a discharge inside a natural cumulonimbus cloud. The water vapor density is sufficient, but the cold front is too small. It won't rain automatically; artificial rainmaking will definitely be necessary..."

Information about the northern observation position came through the receiver.

The experts quickly gathered together to calculate, while waving vigorously to Company Commander Wang outside.

Upon receiving the signal, Company Commander Wang immediately ceased his hesitation:
"fire!"

The observers at each gun position immediately gave the following orders:

"put!"

"put!"

"put--!!!"

The main gunners at each gun position slammed down the firing pedals.

boom--!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
A deafening explosion suddenly tore through the oppressive air!

Not just one shot, but several cannons fired simultaneously!

In that instant, the entire hill seemed to tremble slightly under the enormous recoil!

The cannon spewed out a dazzling orange-red flame, which instantly expanded into a huge fireball.

Thick propellant smoke rose up like an explosion, swirling violently and briefly obscuring the cannon and the sky.

The scorching hot brass shell casings, emitting acrid white smoke, were violently ejected from the cannon barrel, tracing arcs through the air before crashing onto the yellow earth with a clanging sound.

The copper shell was scorching hot, instantly charring the wild grass on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third batches of shells slid into the cannon barrel, and the deafening roars echoed in a distinct rhythm.

Boom boom boom!
The muzzle flash continued to spew out.

The shockwave struck the man's chest as if it were a physical object.

The strong smell of gunpowder quickly filled every corner of the entire position.

Qian Jin couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his ears; the enormous sound of the cannon fire made his temples throb.

He gasped for breath, his mouth agape. It was his first time experiencing artillery fire, and even though he knew the cannons weren't aimed at him, he was still filled with rage and dread.

No wonder artillery is called the king of the army.

This guy is indeed very imposing.

Thunderclaps rang out one after another.

"It's a success!" The experts slammed their fists on the table in the makeshift shelter, beaming with joy. "The catalyst has been successfully applied, and a positive feedback loop has formed!"

"Quickly! Ground teams, capture samples!"

More radiosondes were launched.

The radio data stream poured into the receiver like boiling water.

The technician stared intently at the rudimentary paper tape recorder and shouted excitedly, "The ice crystal density in the -6 degree layer is increasing! Excellent! It's starting to increase exponentially! It's increasing exponentially!"

The sky seemed to be startled by the continuous artillery fire and the natural thunder.

The churning leaden clouds grew lower and heavier, their color changing from dark gray to a chilling, deep black.

The sound of cannon fire gradually subsided.

Company Commander Wang wiped the sweat and gunpowder residue from his face and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Pause! Pause! All units, observe the situation!"

The roar faded, leaving only a deep, oppressive silence in the world.

Only the wind continued to howl across the empty fields.

The experts emerged from their shacks, and everyone on the position—gunners, observers, and commanders—looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Tick."

Something cold unexpectedly hit Qian Jin's raised cheek, splashing a tiny bit of coolness.

He was startled and subconsciously reached out his finger to wipe it away, immediately feeling a refreshing, damp coolness on his fingertips.

Two drops, then three drops...

Like a dense drumbeat, water droplets began to pound against the dry, scorching yellow earth, then splashed up tiny, almost imperceptible specks of dust and smoke.

Then—crackling and popping!
Like countless tiny pearls suddenly cascading down!

The raindrops changed from sparse to dense, from slow to fast, with a powerful momentum, carrying the fresh moisture that had just arrived on the earth, pattering against the cold barrels of the anti-aircraft guns, against the scorching shell casings on the field, and against the faces and bodies of a group of people who were looking up!
Accompanying the sounds of wind and rain was a deafening roar from the battlefield.

"It's raining! It's raining..." The gunners on the position were the first to shout, and Qian Jin, the experts, and the staff also cheered happily.

The rain began in lines, quickly turning into a curtain.

Cheers echoed from afar across the fields, but were quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.

Inside the command post shack, the transmitter crackled with the urgent sound of signal reception.

The walkie-talkie in Company Commander Wang's hand also rang.

Both sides went back to their own business.

A moment later, an expert excitedly shouted to Qian Jin, "Commander Qian, great news! The measured rainfall per unit time at Daliushu has reached 25 millimeters, and it's still increasing..."

Qian Jin excitedly pumped his fist and said, "Continue monitoring!"

He waved excitedly to Company Commander Wang: "The rainfall has reached twenty-five millimeters..."

"No, it's the rainfall per unit time—it's only been a short while, how could the rainfall reach 25 millimeters? That's considered a rainstorm!" The expert quickly corrected him.

"Anyway, this artificial rainmaking worked very well!" Qian Jin said.

The experts nodded in agreement.

Company Commander Wang was very happy and slammed his fist heavily on the makeshift pillar made of wooden sticks next to him: "Good!"

He told the messenger, "Run forward—order all gun positions, second round of firing begins! Target the tail of the cloud! Pierce through the tail of the cloud! Stop the rain!"

The position roared again.

Thunder rolled again over the parched land of Anguo County.

Then, the real torrential rain finally poured down without restraint, crashing onto the scorching ground and creating a misty spray that enveloped the artillery positions, hills, and distant fields in a hazy yet bustling gray-white world.

Qian Jin squatted at the entrance of the shack and looked outside.

Listen to the rain quietly.

When the intense artillery fire finally stopped, the rain in Anguo County continued for quite some time.

The atmosphere in the conference room of the Haibin City Drought Relief Headquarters was much more relaxed than usual.

Although the artificial rainmaking operation was carried out in Anguo County, its impact was widespread.

It's raining in the city too.

It was just a light rain, with only raindrops pattering on the ground.

This is enough to make the staff in the command center happy.

In particular, several messengers kept bringing good news from Anguo County and the surrounding areas, and each piece of good news made everyone cheer.

Han Zhaoxin sat upright, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

He did not stop the staff from cheering.

The command center has been under too much pressure; it's time to let them relax.

The phone rang again, and the communications officer, Xiao Liu, rushed over, grabbed the receiver, and eagerly awaited good news.

But after hearing only two sentences, his face instantly turned extremely tense, and he whispered to Han Zhaoxin, "President Han, it's... it's a call from Commander Hu of the Xilin City Drought Relief Headquarters in the north!"

The celebratory atmosphere in the conference room suddenly froze.

A sense of foreboding flashed through everyone's minds.

Xilin City is located on the west-downwind side of the coastal artificial rainmaking operation, along the path of the cold air mass.

Their drought is equally severe, and the water shortage is even more severe inland.

Will this sudden, large-scale artificial rainmaking operation in the coastal area severely deplete the moisture in the cloud layers, dashing Xilin City's hopes?

Everyone knew that this phone call was probably to interrogate them.

Han Zhaoxin's face remained expressionless; he simply hummed in response and took the heavy microphone from Xiao Liu's hand.

"Mr. Hu? I am Han Zhaoxin," he said with a smile.

As expected, the voice of Lao Hu, the commander-in-chief of the Xilin City Drought Relief Headquarters, was full of volatile temper on the other end of the phone; one could feel his barely suppressed anger even through the receiver.

"Old Han! Commander Han! You can still laugh? Yes, you should laugh. It's raining where you are? Oh, congratulations!"

After making that sarcastic remark, he suddenly slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What are you guys up to? The National Meteorological Administration just sent us an analysis report saying that the tail of the cold front passing through your coastal city experienced unusually heavy rainfall!"

"Our radar echoes detected the explosion of a high-intensity rain-inducing bomb, and the cloud system was severely depleted. Did you conduct artificial rainmaking across the entire region? Holy crap! You guys are practically cutting off our lives!"

"You've been here before, you know what the situation is like in Xilin, we have millions of people..."

The barrage of questions made the microphone buzz.

Han Zhaoxin listened patiently until General Manager Hu's angry roar paused for a moment as he took a breath, before he slowly spoke:
"Old Hu, don't panic, listen to me..."

"How can I not be anxious?!" The voice on the other end rose again. "We've been waiting for this little bit of moisture! It's almost at our doorstep, and you..."

"Old Hu," Han Zhaoxin interrupted him helplessly.

"Don't worry. I've got the accounts covered for you."

"For this artificial rainmaking, we did not conduct widespread blasting, but strictly limited it to the core drought-stricken area of ​​Anguo County. Our experts monitored cloud thickness and water vapor flux throughout the process."

"Even in the arid Anguo County, only four rounds of salvo were fired, only four rounds!"

"Let me tell you, what we destroyed was the supercooled water region at the bottom of the cloud, which activated the natural precipitation process, but the main cloud anvil, which carries the main water vapor kinetic energy, was basically untouched!"

"I dare say that the moisture content and dynamic conditions in the core area of ​​the cold front that we've advanced to your side are still at least 70% of what they were before our operations! Or even higher!"

"We will then have our meteorological experts send this data to your analysis room via a dedicated secure telephone line!"

President Hu's momentum noticeably weakened; he stopped making bold statements and instead asked weakly:

"Brother Han, are you serious? You've reserved so much for us? Hey, you didn't bring rain to the whole area? You really only sprayed the area above Anguo County? And stopped after only four rounds?"

“Absolutely true!” Han Zhaoxin laughed.

"We've known each other for more than a year or two, and you still doubt what I say? What time is it? This is a critical period for drought relief work. Do you think I would lie? That would mean going to the provincial level for inspection and writing reports!"

"My dear General Manager Hu, don't worry. The province said that we are all on the same front line in North China, and the drought is affecting three thousand miles. No matter who is doing things, they can't just think about what's right under their noses. They have to consider the big picture!"

A more detailed report was sent over.

Old Hu flipped through a few papers, and began to smile ingratiatingly:
"Brother Han, my dear brother, it was Xiao Hu who was confused, confused! No, I was just too hasty. Look at my impatience. You're right, I need to change. I almost wronged a true friend!"

"On behalf of the millions of people in Xilin City, I thank you!"

Han Zhaoxin laughed and said, "Alright, do you think I don't know your temper? Enough with the polite words, hurry up and prepare your artificial rainmaking team."

"According to our experts' estimates, the cloud system is expected to reach the edge of your airspace in another six to eight hours."

"Let me tell you, you must seize this opportunity, but you also need to leave some moisture for the Yunshan region behind you. As I said before, drought can affect three thousand miles of land, and North China is just one line. We all need to have a big picture perspective!"

"Okay! Okay! Don't worry, Brother Han, I'll call Old Zhong from Yunshan right away!" Mr. Hu's voice was full of warmth.

"I'll head over to the position to keep an eye on things later! Thank you, Brother Han. We in Xilin will remember your kindness, Haibin City!"

Han Zhaoxin said, "You don't need to thank me. Actually, our drought relief command center does want rainfall throughout the region, but our deputy commander, Qian Jin, firmly disagrees."

"During this artificial rainmaking operation, he put forward a key suggestion: 'regional restriction, water retention and westward flow.' Is this guy a spy for your Xilin County? He kept praising you at our rainmaking seminar!"

He paused for a moment, then emphasized his words: "This plan was finalized under considerable internal pressure. If it weren't for his foresight, accurate calculations, and resolute attitude, I might not have been able to make this decision."

"This sense of the big picture, this sense of responsibility... oh my, let me tell you, this young man has a bright future ahead of him!"

The decision was made by him.

But favors have to be sold to money.

This is the care and concern that veteran cadres have for their younger generation.

As the drought relief efforts come to an end, Qian Jin will soon be returning to his new unit, which is responsible for overseeing almost all of the province's technology and equipment import business. It requires the support of local city leaders; otherwise, the work will be difficult to carry out.

Old Hu subconsciously said, "Oh? This young man gave us the suggestion?"

“I know him. Our comrades who went to your coastal area to learn about drought relief brought back many useful methods, many of which were proposed by your Comrade Qian Jin.”

"It's truly remarkable that this young man possesses such talent and such profound thinking at such a young age!"

"Brother Han, you're really lucky! Having such a great general under your command is incredible! You must train him well!"

"Of course! A promising talent!" Han Zhaoxin's voice was filled with laughter as he hung up the phone.

The people in the conference room breathed a long sigh of relief, and then their faces showed expressions of joy and admiration.

This phone call not only resolved the conflict, but also subtly delivered the name "Qian Jin" precisely to the ears of senior decision-makers in the neighboring city.

Leaders like Zhang Chengnan, who were familiar with the situation, couldn't hide their envy.

The leaders really like Qian Jin.

Han Zhaoxin put down the microphone and turned to look at the sparse rain curtain outside the conference room window.

Qian Jin.

Keep up the good work!

(End of this chapter)