Chapter 2164: Zhou Andong's Promise

Hearing the shout, everyone put away their moods and looked in the direction of the sound. Many people had already gathered around.

Lian Zhongyu, who had been arranging work at the resettlement point, came out of a tent with red eyes. Seeing Chen Wenqi, he walked over quickly.

"Secretary!"

Looking at Lian Zhongyu's haggard face and red eyes, Chen Wenqi said: "You haven't had a good rest for several days. Now, immediately, find a place to sleep for a while."

"In this situation, how can I sleep." Lian Zhongyu shook his head, his throat already so hoarse that it was difficult to speak.

Kang Yu advised: "Secretary Chen and I are here, as well as Commander Han, so don't worry, hurry up and rest. In case you collapse, we'll have to worry about you too."

Zhou Andong laughed heartlessly: "County Magistrate Kang is right. There are so many people here, you really aren't needed. Hurry up and rest. Even if you are exhausted, you won't get a hero medal."

Lian Zhongyu wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chen Wenqi's unceremonious wave: "Hurry up and rest."

"Okay!"

Lian Zhongyu compromised. Just as Zhou Andong said, he really wasn't needed here. Moreover, Yugong Group's rescue supplies were very sufficient, with two thousand military tents, which were completely enough for more than ten thousand disaster victims.

There were dozens of large trucks parked at the foot of the mountain, all filled with food and drink, completely enough for these ten thousand people to eat and drink until the flood receded, so he didn't insist, and he was really tired.

At this time, a staff member brought a handheld loudspeaker and handed it to Chen Wenqi. Two other people brought a table.

Chen Wenqi took the loudspeaker, stood on the table with the help of the two staff members, scanned the disaster-stricken masses back and forth, and his eye sockets became a little moist.

"Villager comrades, hello everyone!" He raised the loudspeaker and said after a deep breath: "Since the 8th of this month, our city has experienced continuous heavy rain, triggering natural disasters of varying degrees, causing huge property losses.

The Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government organized rescue and disaster relief work at the first time, and established a leading group, focusing on flood control and flood prevention measures, and fully guaranteeing the safety of people's lives and property.

Last night, when the flood struck, I saw many brave rescue personnel, as well as many disaster-stricken villagers, who were all doing their part and participating in the rescue work.

Here, I represent the municipal government to thank the armed police officers, as well as all the personnel who participated in the rescue. Thank them for sticking to the front line and dedicating themselves selflessly in this flood.

In the face of this great flood, we are all ordinary people, but we must firmly believe in the power of emotion, and we must also believe that as long as we work together, we can overcome difficulties and get out of the predicament.

The Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government will not abandon any masses, because this is the mission and responsibility of our party members and cadres, and it is also our faith and motivation.

We will definitely go all out and use our actions to repay everyone's trust and support. As long as everyone works together, we will definitely welcome new sunshine and hope...

Finally, I hope everyone will pay attention to prevention, try to stay at the resettlement point, don't go to places where the water is deep, be cautious in action, and ensure your own safety—thank you everyone!"

Chen Wenqi jumped off the table and handed the loudspeaker in his hand to Zhou Andong: "Chairman Zhou, you should say a few words too."

Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Forget it, I won't say anything."

Chen Wenqi laughed: "You must say a few words, so that the disaster-stricken masses can see hope, and they will be encouraged."

Zhou Andong sighed, took the loudspeaker, and jumped onto the table.

The originally noisy scene instantly became quiet.

"Secretary Chen asked me to say a few words to cheer everyone up, so I will say a few words, just two sentences."

Zhou Andong took the loudspeaker and looked at the haggard, expressionless faces.

"First, all food and drink before the flood recedes will be provided by Yugong Group. Second, the reconstruction of all disaster-stricken villagers' houses will be the responsibility of Yugong Group.

That is to say, if your house is gone, I, Zhou Andong, will build it for you. All will be built into large tile-roofed houses, and distributed to you for free."

For Zhou Andong, building houses for villagers was much easier than donating money directly. If he donated money, he would definitely have to send people to supervise it, which was time-consuming and laborious and thankless.

But building houses directly was much easier. Besides, he had a development company and a construction company. Building bungalows for villagers really didn't cost much money.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. Some people thought they had auditory hallucinations, some thought they heard wrong, but no one believed it, just staring straight at Zhou Andong standing on the table.

Zhou Andong really just said two sentences, then jumped off the table and handed the loudspeaker to Kang Yu.

"You, the county magistrate, should also say a few words."

Kang Yu took the loudspeaker handed by Zhou Andong, climbed onto the table nimbly, and then took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and spoke.

"Dear villager comrades, hello everyone, I am Kang Yu, the county magistrate of our Jinli County. Just now, I think everyone should have heard what Chairman Zhou said.

However, looking at everyone's expressions and reactions, it seems that you are skeptical about these words. Here, I solemnly declare to everyone that what Chairman Zhou said is absolutely true, and this house is indeed funded by Chairman Zhou to be built for everyone."

As soon as the words fell, an old man with gray hair and a hunched figure in the crowd raised his hand tremblingly and asked with a slightly hesitant voice: "County... County Magistrate, is what you said true?"

Kang Yu looked at the old man with a firm gaze and answered decisively: "Absolutely true. If Chairman Zhou deceived everyone, I, this county magistrate, will resign immediately and go home to sell roasted sweet potatoes!"

With a thud, the old man knelt on his knees without hesitation, and then kept kowtowing, muttering in his mouth.

"Thank you, Boss Zhou, thank you for your great kindness. And the county magistrate, you are really the blue-sky official of our common people..."

This scene not only scared Kang Yu, but even Zhou Andong, Chen Wenqi, and Han Shizhen were startled, but they were a little far away and couldn't stop it in time.

Two staff members stepped over and helped the old man up.

Zhou Andong reacted quickly, walked to the old man in a few steps, grabbed his hand and said.

"Old man, New China has been established for decades, and we have all become masters of our own affairs. This set of kneeling in the old society can no longer be used."

Kang Yu also jumped off the table: "Old man, our party members and cadres are the public servants of the people, and they are here to do things for the common people. If we do a good job and you are satisfied, a thank you is enough."

"Make way, make way!" Gu Bing squeezed in from behind the crowd: "Leader, can we eat now?"

"Yes!" Kang Yu nodded and shouted with the loudspeaker: "Okay, everyone don't surround us, take your utensils, and get ready to get food."

It was still instant noodles and ham sausages, but it was very popular. Whether it was men, women, the elderly, or children, they all ate until their stomachs were round.

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After eating, Zhou Andong acted quickly, organized manpower, and joined the ranks of blocking the breach of the river embankment.

At noon, Zhou Andong stood on the embankment, his gaze firmly locked on the armed police officers who were brave and moving forward.

Only to see them clenching their teeth, the blue veins on their foreheads bulging, and they tried their best to carry the heavy sandbags on their shoulders one by one.

Afterwards, they took difficult but extremely firm steps, climbing the steep river embankment one step at a time, and threw the sandbags into the huge breach.

Among them, many faces still looked very immature. Perhaps they had just reached adulthood, and they should have been enjoying the carefree and green time belonging to teenagers brought by their youth.

However, at this moment, at this critical juncture of flood control and disaster relief, they showed amazing maturity and responsibility to the world.

Although sweat soaked their clothes, beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down their cheeks, dripping onto this land that had been ravaged by the flood.

Long-term high-intensity labor made fatigue erode their young bodies like a demon. But even so, their eyes were firm from beginning to end, without showing even the slightest retreat.

Zhou Andong took a deep breath and said to the group TV station reporter who was interviewing him standing beside him: "Did you record it all?"

The reporter nodded hurriedly and said: "Recorded."

Zhou Andong asked: "Do you have paper and pen?"

"Yes!" The reporter took out a fountain pen and a notebook from his pocket.

Zhou Andong took it over, pondered for a moment, and wrote it down on the notebook.

The reporter tilted his head curiously and watched, muttering in his mouth.

"Mud covers the trouser legs, sweat soaks the back of the clothes, I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for. For whom, for the harvest of autumn, for the return of the wild geese in spring, full of hot blood singing youth without regrets, looking at the end of the world not knowing when the comrades will return..."

While reciting, the reporter carried the camera and recorded this scene.

Zhou Andong finished writing the lyrics, hummed, and wrote down the music score, which shocked the reporter.

His boss's talent was well known. He wasn't surprised that he could write such lyrics on the front line of flood control, being touched by the scene.

What he couldn't believe was that he could even compose music, and it was on the front line of flood control, writing lyrics on the spot, composing music on the spot, and in just a few minutes, a song was completed. No matter if it sounded good or not, if it was reported, it would definitely shock the people of the whole country.

Zhou Andong tore off the song score, put it in his pocket, and returned the pen and notebook to the reporter.

That evening, Zhou Andong handed the song score and the two recorded flood control videotapes to Yao Jun, asking him to send them to Beijing overnight and hand them over to Future Culture.

Then, he picked up the phone and dialed Jiang Yuyue's office.

"Big star, how have you been lately, are you busy?"

Jiang Yuyue's somewhat exhausted voice came from the receiver: "Beijing is also flooded. In the past few days, we have been performing comfort performances on the front line of flood control."

Zhou Andong fell into silence: "I wrote a song and have already sent it to you overnight. After you get it, record it immediately.

In addition, there are two tapes, which are the materials recorded by the TV station of the armed police officers on the front line of flood control. After the song is recorded, edit the materials of the armed police officers' flood control, use them as the MV of the song, and then send them to CCTV for broadcast."

Once she heard about the new song, and it was about the armed police officers fighting the flood, she became energetic.

"When will the song arrive?"

"Tomorrow morning, it will definitely be in your hands." Zhou Andong was also very exhausted, picked up a cigarette and lit it: "That's it, you rest early.

In addition, if you are going to perform comfort performances on the front line of flood control, you must pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, I will pay attention." Jiang Yuyue's voice became very soft: "You also rest early, good night!"

Zhou Andong put down the phone, leaned against the head of the bed and smoked, feeling that the bed in the Jinli County Guesthouse was a bit old, and there was a slight sound when he moved. ===== CHAPTER 2165 =====