Crisis Management Game

Gu Ji couldn't help coughing twice and felt a burning pain in his throat, while the white old woman behind him coughed even more violently.

But the old woman just blamed him for breaking the windshield and allowing smoke to fill the car, but she didn't pay any attention to why there was fog and air quality in London this morning.

It seems that in the eyes of these British people.

This fog filled with the smell of coal dust has long become a label of London and a symbol of industrial development and advancement.

As the car gradually moved away from the city, I looked back at the Thames Bridge in the distance. It seemed like it was in heaven. The buildings on both sides began to become low, looming in the fog, as eerie as ghosts.

finally.

After passing through an area filled with pungent odors, Gu Ji slowly parked the car in front of a factory in a small town north of London.

On the shiny black iron gate hangs an iron-carved factory sign, on which the words "Kenthorpe Steel Works" can be vaguely seen.

No wonder this old woman is so rich, it turns out she runs a thriving steel mill.

Gu Ji drove straight in and saw the towering chimneys at a glance. They were like huge black pillars. Thick smoke kept billowing out of the top, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur and metallic rust, which made people want to vomit.

The ground inside the factory was covered with thick dust and rust, and when the tires passed over it, a cloud of dust would be raised.

Various large-scale machines and equipment made deafening roars, and the huge steel furnaces emitted blazing lights.

Workers wearing worn-out work clothes and simple protective masks were busy moving around the factory.

Gu Ji parked the car in front of the factory gate.

A middle-aged white man wearing a linen gray suit and a black top hat seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

After seeing the classic car, he hurriedly trotted and exclaimed.

"Oh my God, my most honorable Mrs. Molly, you, what's wrong with you..."

"It's all because of that damn Henk. He caused me to lose at least 50 pounds and almost cost me my life!"

The old white woman got out of the car door opened by the white man in the black hat, complaining impatiently and casting looks of disdain and disgust at Gu Ji from time to time.

"Damn it! Henk, get down here!"

When the white man in the black hat heard this, he immediately started to glare and pointed at Gu Ji and shouted at him.

But Gu Ji ignored him completely and just covered his mouth and nose and held his breath.

The reason why the London smog incident was so serious.

It's not just the high humidity and serious air pollution, but another very important point is the wind speed.

It was winter in December, but there was hardly any wind in the whole city of London.

When he was driving just now, Gu Ji's feelings were not very strong.

Now that he had stopped, and since he was already in this heavily polluted steel mill, he could feel the coal slag almost completely sticking to his face, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"No, if I continue like this, my lungs will have problems sooner or later!"

Gu Jike still remembers the system's 8-hour survival mission.

He got out of the car immediately and went to the trunk, where there were indeed two packages.

One of the cloth bags contained the gaming equipment he brought this time, and the other cardboard box contained a full set of British Army gas suits and an S10 gas mask.

"Hunk! Damn it, you dare to ignore me!"

Seeing that he was being ignored, the white man in the black hat walked over with gritted teeth and grabbed Gu Ji by the collar: "Let me ask you! What did you do to Madam Molly!"

"open!"

"What did you say? How dare you tell me..."

Before he could finish his words, Gu Ji put on the S10 gas mask.

This turn around frightened the white man in the black hat so much that his face froze.

I have to say that the classic fly-eye shape of the S10 is indeed quite intimidating. It looks like a devilish alien and is quite intimidating.

"Forget it, George, don't bother with this kind of trash!"

Mrs. Molly waved her hand, and the white man in the black hat took the opportunity to back off and let go of her hand.

She pulled a note out of her bag and threw it on the ground: "Here's 10 pounds. Go fix my car and come pick me up before dark!"

Gu Ji picked up the money, returned to the car without saying a word, and drove away.

He now needs this car and money to help him quickly collect intelligence information on this level.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, constantly thinking of a way out of the impasse.

At present, the fastest way to reduce this disaster is to have the traffic department close the road and prohibit all ground transportation to avoid traffic accidents;

Secondly, all heavily polluting factories will be shut down to prevent the further accumulation of harmful gases;

Finally, it would be best if an order could be issued to prohibit citizens from going out. If that is not possible, hospitals, medical teams, and pharmacies should be organized to distribute masks and provide key care for the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.

The method is very simple.

But the problem is that with his current status, even his own boss won't listen to him, let alone the British Prime Minister. He can't even enter the door of London City Hall.

"Get out of here! You damned devil!"

"What did you say?"

Suddenly.

Just when Gu Ji was thinking about how to break the impasse, he unexpectedly heard a quarrel ahead.

He looked up and saw several young men fighting on the left side of the road.

One of them punched a young blond man in the face, pushing him right into the middle of the road.

Gu Ji immediately pressed the clutch and brake to slow down.

The blond young man's butt was sitting on the hood of the car.

"Hey! Damn Englishman! How do you drive!"

"Shut up, Paul!"

I saw my companion get into a car accident.

The short-haired young man who was fighting with someone hurried over, helped the blond young man up, and cursed Gu Ji.

Just from their poor accents, we can tell that they are probably not British.

"I'm sorry, sir. We are the ones who offended you. The front of the car..."

"It was broken to begin with. Are you okay?"

Gu Ji got out of the car and walked over.

The other person had neat, slightly curly blonde hair, deep blue pupils, a high nose bridge, strong lip lines, and was wearing a work jacket. He was a handsome guy with very handsome features.

It’s a pity that he has a long scar on his left cheek, running diagonally from his temple to the corner of his mouth, making him look a little fierce and cold.

"Thank you, of course I'm fine."

The blond scarred young man spread out his hands to indicate that he was fine.

At this time, several British people on the roadside were still scolding them. The short-haired young man wanted to rush up and teach them a lesson, but was stopped by the blond scarred young man, "Forget it, Paul."

"But we can't lose money, can we? He took our trial equipment and data, but didn't give us a penny! He even called us devils, just because we are Germans?"

The short-haired young man's face was full of complaints.

Although it has been seven years since the end of World War II, many Europeans still have great fear and hostility towards Germany, and they have long been accustomed to it.

Gu Ji’s eyelids twitched.

"Are you German?"

"That's right."

When the blond scarred young man heard this, his expression changed slightly. He thought that Gu Ji also hated his nationality and identity, so his tone suddenly became cold, "Sorry to trouble you, Paul, let's go!"

"Wait a moment."

Gu Ji immediately called out to the other person.

They both turned back at the same time, their eyes alert.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"Don't be nervous. I don't have any ill will towards you. I just want to ask if you know where to repair my car. I accidentally..."

Gu Ji began to pretend to be a child laborer exploited by a black-hearted capitalist in an attempt to gain the other party's trust.

In fact, the reason why he called the two people was very simple.

I just wanted to take the opportunity to find out some things about Germany, such as the Volut company.

If you calculate the time, Volut was founded in Germany in 1949. It has been three years now, so it should be well-known.

Even if Volut cannot be found, it would be fine if the HELG Group could be found. At this point in time, old Hermann is still alive, and with his resources and connections in Germany, he should be living a very comfortable life.

If we can follow the clues and find him for help.

Not only can he dig up more information about Volut, but he can also take this opportunity to elevate his own status and start a dialogue with the London City Government.

After listening to Gu Ji’s story.

He immediately won the sympathy of the two people, especially when he cursed Mrs. Molly and the factory director. It really made the short-haired young man, who already hated the black-hearted British capitalists, feel very satisfied.

"I didn't expect you to suffer so much unfair treatment!"

The blond scarred young man clenched his fists and looked at Gu Ji seriously:

"How about this, my friend? I own a small company that specializes in electrical engineering and mechanical equipment manufacturing. Although it's not car repair, I can help you restore these headlights and body panels for free. As for the windshield..."

"Don't worry, I'll handle this myself!"

"Okay! Then let's go now!"

The blond scarred young man called his short-haired companion to get in the car together, "By the way, my name is Bakken, and this is my sales manager Paul. What's your name?"

"My name is Henk."

While driving, Gu Ji chatted with the blond, scarred young man beside him.

But when he finished answering.

Suddenly I reacted and even stepped on the accelerator subconsciously.

etc!

Buchan?

It can't be such a coincidence...

Gu Ji glanced secretly at Bakken beside him, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, beating violently "bang bang bang", and his temples were beating even more violently, and each beat was accompanied by a rush of blood.

The founder of Volut is also called Bakken!

He never dreamed that he would suddenly meet his biggest "enemy".

Although the other party's identity has not yet been fully confirmed.

But Germany, starting as an electrical engineer, and age, these points seem to correspond!

He tried hard to suppress the turbulent waves in his heart, knowing that he must not reveal any flaws at this moment.

Although it is not known whether Bakken is related to the THEO organization, based on the principle of "add one more danger", Gu Ji must remain highly vigilant to avoid alerting the enemy.

then.

Gu Ji tried hard to adjust his breathing rhythm and forced himself to remain absolutely calm so that no one would notice that something was wrong with him.

As a result, Baken on the side frowned slightly and stared at him for a long time.

Did this guy discover something?

Gu Ji's brain was working rapidly, thinking about the next response plan, and his right hand began to relax, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Unexpectedly, Buchan just asked:

"Henk, why are you wearing a gas mask?"

"Yes, I was scared when I saw you at first. I thought you were a British soldier!"

Paul in the back row also echoed.

Gu Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Oh, this is to prevent smog. Don't you feel that this weather is a bit choking?"

"Hearing you say that, it does make me feel a little choked, but London's horrible weather has been going on for a long time!"

Paul then complained.

Gu Ji pretended to be curious and asked indirectly: "By the way, Buchan, Paul, why do you insist on coming to the UK to start a company?"

"It's a long story..."

Buchan sighed.

With every sentence he spoke, Gu Ji became more and more horrified.

He is now 100% sure that the person in front of him is Bakken, the founder of Volut, a future world medical device giant!

The first half of his description is almost identical to the information found on the Internet.

Bakken was an electrical engineer and had served as an engineer during World War II. Unfortunately, he was injured in a battle, leaving a scar on his face. In addition, he hated war, so he chose to retire.

After returning home and recovering from his injuries, he continued to do his old job.

Specialized in repairing various electronic equipment for hospitals.

After the end of World War II, the establishment of the Marshall Plan allowed the European economy to begin to recover, and industrialization, electronicization, and world medical technology all advanced rapidly.

Buchan was not content to be just an engineer.

He gathered a few like-minded friends, set up his own company, and began to undertake power maintenance projects. He also used his accumulated professional knowledge to develop some medical equipment.

But the Berlin Crisis of 1948 always made Bakken worry about the security of Germany's internal environment.

So after the company developed the first improved electrocardiograph, it decided to move the company to the most developed city in Europe, London, England!

But what Bakken didn't expect was.

Due to their little-known company and their German identity, they repeatedly ran into obstacles in London. Many hospitals or research institutes, even if they accepted his free sample trials, would refuse to buy them later for various reasons.

And those black-hearted businessmen just now simply confiscated his prototype and were unwilling to pay for it.

Gu Ji listened to Bakken's entrepreneurial history.

I didn't find any suspicious factors in it, and even thought he was very inspiring.

But this is just Buchan's one-sided statement.

He still couldn't understand how an electrical engineer, and a wounded soldier who had served in the battlefield and retired, could suddenly become a medical device giant.

The gap between the two is too big.

Especially the design drawings of pacemakers and various high-tech medical equipment at the end, which are definitely not the knowledge and skills that a young man in his twenties or thirties should have! (End of this chapter)