Crisis Management Game

As soon as these words came out.

Beth's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and her originally bright pupils were now filled with fear and disbelief.

"All of London is going to fall?"

But after careful study, Beth's shoulders drooped slightly, and he seemed to have lost all his strength, standing there shakily.

Although she didn't say anything, her absent-minded attitude proved the truthfulness of Gu Ji's words just now.

"God, is this smog...really going to kill us?"

Someone in the protesting crowd whispered this, which instantly caused ripples.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and the feeling of fear spread quickly among the crowd like a plague.

A middle-aged woman hugged her child tightly, her eyes full of worry, fearing that the terrible smog would harm her. The child seemed to have sensed the adults' fear, and his originally curious eyes suddenly became timid, and he snuggled tightly in his parents' arms.

"Why don't we go to Congress? As long as we can meet with the congressmen, there is hope for change!"

"Don't even think about it, these guards won't let us in!"

"Damn it, are we really going to just sit there and wait for death?"

"Didn't this little brother just say that the problem can be solved by letting Beth show this report to her friends in the city hall?"

Once fear spreads, panic becomes more obvious.

Everyone started making suggestions like headless flies, and finally their eyes all fell on Gu Ji's face wearing an S10 gas mask.

He nodded again.

"That's right, Mrs. Beth, you should understand the professionalism of this report. As long as the government officials can see it, I believe they will make changes!"

"I'll give it a try..."

Beth gritted her teeth and agreed immediately.

With her leading the way, another bald old white man also rushed to speak up: "Can you give me a copy of this report? I know a lawyer who can help us!"

“I want one too!”

"My husband works for a newspaper, maybe he can help out!"

Those who gave up their lives and work and came to the Capitol Square to protest today must have done so because they or their families have been suffering from the long-term harm of air pollution and can no longer bear it.

So when they learned the severity of the smog, which was even enough to kill people, they spontaneously asked for help.

"Don't worry, everyone has a share!"

Gu Ji took out a pen from his pocket and wrote down for everyone while explaining: "If we can get reporters or TV stations to publicize this, our chances of winning will be even greater!"

This was the purpose of his visit to Parliament Square.

Find a group of like-minded people and leverage the power of social interaction to expand your influence.

Gu Ji divided the on-site personnel into two groups.

A group of people got the analysis report and immediately used their personal connections to put pressure on official agencies such as newspapers, radio stations and the government;

Another group of people split into several protest groups and spread the severity of the smog in the busiest areas such as Parliament Square, Piccadilly Circus and Oxford Street.

This way, the matter can be made a big deal in the shortest possible time.

no way.

In this era without Internet media, this is the simplest and most effective method Gu Ji can think of.

"Without further delay, let's split up!"

"yes!"

Gu Ji dismissed everyone and prepared to go with Beth to contact her friend at the city hall first.

The two of them went to a public telephone booth next to Parliament Square and waited for a long time before the call was connected.

Beth took a deep breath.

"Hey! Sahana, I'm Beth, I have something very important to tell you..."

"Beth, I'm sorry my friend! If there is still something about the smog, I'm sorry I can't do anything about it."

Before she could finish her words, the woman on the phone interrupted her.

Seeing that Beth was hesitant, Gu Ji snatched the phone away.

"I think the City Hall must be very busy right now. Since this morning, there have been frequent car accidents in the city, and trains, ships, and the airport are facing serious disruptions. The crime rate is obviously higher than usual, right?"

“You… who are you?”

Sahana was silent for a moment and suddenly asked a question.

From her surprised tone, Gu Ji knew that he was right about everything.

Although according to the records of the 1952 London smog incident, the smog only became serious in the afternoon, he witnessed many car accidents while running around that morning. I'm afraid that the phones at City Hall would have been blown away by the calls.

"I'm Henk, Beth's friend."

"Oh, even if you guessed it right, so what? London gets foggy every once in a while, and both officials and citizens are used to it."

“But this time is different.”

Gu Ji lowered his voice and said word by word:

"In 1873, there was a heavy fog in London, which caused the death rate in London to rise by 40% compared to normal times. In November 1948, there was another heavy fog that also caused a rise in the death rate. I have a report in my hand that proves that today's smog is more serious than any other time in London's history!

I know you are just an ordinary secretary, but if you can take the initiative in this disaster, I think it will definitely make your career go further, and your family, friends, and countless London citizens will all survive safely.

What do you say, Ms. Sahana?"

If the first half of the sentence uses actual examples to increase credibility, then the second half uses actual benefits to entice.

There was a long silence.

Sahana spoke again, her tone much more serious.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Let this report appear on the desk of the head of the public health department."

"I'll wait for you in front of the City Hall in one hour!"

"no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Beth leaned against the phone booth as if relieved.

Seeing that she was in a strange state, Gu Ji raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Isn't this Sahana your friend? Why do I feel so stressed when I see you talking to her?"

"She, she is actually my sister, but because of some things, we haven't been in touch for a long time..."

Beth sighed, her expression quite complicated.

It seems that she has made great determination and effort for the health of her daughter.

"From now on, you'd better keep your family at home, buy more food, masks and medicines, seal the doors and windows, and avoid inhaling smog as much as possible. Don't put your hope in the hospital. The public medical system will definitely be paralyzed in the next few days!"

Gu Ji didn’t know how to comfort her, and he didn’t know how well he could do in this first round.

In the face of this national crisis, his personal power is very limited.

The only thing that can be done is probably just to remind Beth a few words and save as many people as possible!

"Thank you, Mr. Henk. If you can see Sahana, please give her my regards..."

"OK."

Farewell Bess.

Gu Ji found a public bus and prepared to go to the City Hall to fulfill his appointment.

It was past noon.

But the London smog not only did not dissipate, but became more and more severe. The visibility was shortened from 30 to 40 meters in the morning to less than 10 meters, and the fog began to turn yellow, indicating that it was filled with a large amount of sulfide acidic substances.

The bus was even more crowded than the morning train. The coughing sound never stopped, and many people had gray matter around their nostrils.

It's outrageous.

Even though the air has become so polluted, the passengers in the car still did not blame the factories and coal pollution. Instead, they were worried about whether the bad weather would affect their work and lives.

But Gu Ji could understand it.

Before the London smog incident, there was no law in the world related to air pollution control, so people naturally had no idea about air environmental protection.

As we walked along, we found that the streets were completely in chaos and out of control.

Car horns honked one after another. Even with the headlights on, they seemed faint in the thick fog, and it was still difficult to see the road conditions ahead. Car crashes and scratches were everywhere.

Pedestrians covered their mouths and noses, groped their way forward cautiously, and dodged the onrushing vehicles from time to time.

Suddenly, a sharp brake sound startled everyone.

What followed was the sharp sound of metal colliding violently. The bus driver failed to brake in time and crashed into the old car in front. Fortunately, neither party was driving very fast because of the smog.

The bus driver rushed down angrily and cursed at the driver of the old car.

Seeing that the car couldn't be driven for a while,

Comparing the distance with the ORS satellite map markings and seeing that it was not far, Gu Ji simply jumped out of the car and ran towards the target point.

At this time, the excellent isolation and filtering properties of the military gas mask can be reflected.

If it were an ordinary mask, he would never dare to run in this "poison fog".

Running requires a large lung capacity, which means a lot of air intake.

However, the sealing performance of the mask is too poor to meet this requirement. If he takes a few more breaths of sulphur haze, his respiratory tract will definitely be injured and infected!

“We’re finally here…”

Gu Ji stood at the street entrance with rough breathing, looking up at the white Gothic building opposite.

The tall stone door frame, exquisite carvings, huge Romanesque windows all around, inlaid with the names of successive mayors and British monarchs, is exactly the London Financial City Hall in 1952.

Not far from the entrance hall, he saw a woman with bun-haired hair wearing a camel-colored wool coat, who looked very much like Beth.

So he took the initiative to move closer.

"You are Sahana, right?"

"You're Henk?"

Sahana did not deny it, but looked at his gas mask with caution.

Gu nodded and took out a notebook from his pocket.

"Here's my report. I'll meet you at the door."

"I can't guarantee that the Permanent Under-Secretary will be able to see you!"

Sahana took the notebook, flipped it open and took a look at it, her pupils shrank instantly.

"As long as you can let him see this report, he will definitely come to see me. Also, your sister Beth, let me give you her regards!"

"You wait here."

I don’t know if it was because she saw the content with her own eyes, or if the second half of the sentence touched something deep in her heart.

This time, Sahana did not refuse, but turned around and hurried into the city hall.

I waited about ten minutes.

She ran out again, "The Permanent Under-Secretary of the Ministry of Public Health has agreed to see you. He is in a bad mood today, so you should be more careful with your words..."

As if she was afraid that Gu Ji would implicate herself, Sahana gave many special instructions.

In 1952, the functions of the British government were not yet so finely differentiated. They were roughly classified into education, housing, transportation, urban planning, etc., and the Environmental Protection Agency did not even exist.

Public health is not only responsible for the city of London's medical system, but also for supervising and managing environmental sanitation, including garbage, fog and water treatment, and street cleaning.

The permanent deputy minister is the highest leader in charge of the department.

Gu Ji followed her into the interior of the city hall. The spacious and tall hall suddenly opened up. Gorgeous crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, and the exquisite murals and reliefs on the walls were lifelike.

It’s just such a magnificent building.

But it was just like the streets outside, filled with smog and smoke, and constant coughing. If you didn't know, you would think you had entered a casino.

The two of them went upstairs.

Just as Gu Ji had said on the phone before, the arrival of smog has almost paralyzed the entire city of London, and it has become more serious as time goes on.

Various events piled up at once, making all the officials in the city hall extremely busy.

Sahana took Gu Ji to the innermost part of the third floor.

"Take off your gas mask."

"good."

Gu Ji didn't waste any words. After all, on the third floor, the haze content in the air was still very limited, and taking it down wouldn't have any impact for a while.

But Sahana was confused.

Looking at his face that looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, I couldn't help but feel suspicious for a moment, as if I regretted that I shouldn't have trusted this guy so easily.

But now the arrow is on the string and must be shot.

I gritted my teeth and pushed the door open.

What caught Gu Ji's eyes were the tall Roman windows and the walls full of bookshelves filled with all kinds of books and files.

In the center was a large oak desk. A middle-aged male official with thinning hair was leaning over the desk, looking at a map with a magnifying glass in one hand and rubbing his temple with the other hand, his face full of worry.

"Secretary White, the person has been brought here."

"good!"

White put down the magnifying glass, stood up and looked at Gu Ji. His round belly stood out under the exquisite black suit. "Did you write this report?"

"That's right."

"Sahana, let him out!"

"yes!"

"etc!"

Gu Ji suddenly shouted, "Secretary White, are you questioning the authenticity of this report because of my age?"

"Hunk, shut up and get out..."

Sahana glared and scolded him softly, wanting to drag him out first.

But Gu Ji stood there, motionless.

White walked out from behind the desk with a big belly: "Hey, a 17 or 18-year-old kid holding a piece of data that he didn't know where he got it from, what do you want to prove to me?" (End of this chapter)