Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

(The words have been updated in 21 days, with an average of words per day. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I have said enough about who the macho man is.)

(By the way, I wish everyone a happy Winter Solstice! Reunion!)

"Rengui and Lielie have already arrived. They have destroyed nearly fifty off-road motorcycles. Nearly 3,000 slightly affected victims have been arranged in more than 300 military camps. Botuo, the manager of Baoli Trading Company, is responsible for the overall planning and distribution. supplies.

"Supplies are currently extremely scarce. If four people share one can and two packs of compressed biscuits every day, it can only last for two days."

"There is new news. More than 420 victims have been rescued. They all have varying degrees of abrasions, contusions, fractures, and bone fractures. Medicines are in short supply. We have run out of bandages and splints, and Lie Lie has already found someone to cut down trees to make splints. ”

Su Quan grabbed a telegram and ran directly into the East Palace: "It's open! The railway is now open, and the best train drivers running the Western Region Construction Corps line are already in place and can start to transport supplies to Ganzhou at any time!"

Li Shimin and Yuchi Baoqi breathed a sigh of relief as they listened to the good news one after another: "Hurry up, make arrangements quickly, and let the train drivers take shifts to quickly transport supplies back and forth. Is there any news on the cement road?"

Su Quan shook his head: "There is no news yet, which is a good thing. It means that the cement road may not have been damaged."

"The Tianwei Army of the Hanhai Protectorate sent a telegram with the vehicle. Some vehicles broke down halfway through the journey and are undergoing emergency repairs."

Li Shimin slapped his thigh anxiously: "Damn it, the roads are still not repaired enough! Tighten your belt next year! The whole Tang Dynasty must provide me with cement roads! No! We want flat asphalt roads like Qizhou's!"

Su Quan wanted to say that she hadn't married Chengyang yet. The date was set for April, but now it seems like? He is going to become the owner of the dual spiritual roots of earth and wood again.

"The transport team departing from Zhuangzi has encountered road debris and is cleaning it. In the best case scenario, it is expected to arrive in Ganzhou tomorrow morning."

Li Shimin immediately changed his face: "Okay! Okay, okay, okay! Look at the real estate minister! It has to be a transport truck! I said I bought less at the beginning! I will tighten my belt next year and buy another 180 trucks!"

Fang Xuanling felt that her waistband was about to cut her in two. In this situation, it seemed that everything she said was wrong.

No money? Why not make money? I want you to be the Minister of Household Affairs just to let you tell me that you have no money? Too much pace? What if another natural disaster occurs and disaster relief is not timely?

When Yuchi Baoqi heard the news that the supplies would arrive tomorrow morning, he came to life: "Stop talking, let Su Quan be a normal person for a few years, and I will give you fifty light trucks for your marriage to Princess Chengyang." .”

Su Quan was about to shed tears. Brother Bao was still kind to his cousin. He stretched out his hand to hug Yuchi Baoqi: "Brother~!"

Yuchi Baoqi pushed the tearful plateau red Kunlun slave, black and red, and looked at her.

On Su Lie's side, only the commander and the two had night lighting equipment and flashlights.

The two led people into groups to continue the rescue overnight, leaving the Tianwei Army sergeants who had no working area and space to rest.

The camp was already overcrowded, and the young sergeants of the Tianwei Army gathered outside the camp, lit a fire, and fell asleep lightly with their engineering shovels on Pao Ze's shoulders.

Early the next morning, the victims spontaneously went to clear the rubble on the road. Those who were not injured and had some strength followed the Tianwei Army to the city for rescue. As soon as they left the camp, they found dew-covered Tianwei Army soldiers resting on each other. .

"Children, aren't you cold?"

The sergeants who were sleeping very lightly were gently pushed awake by the victims, and they all shook their heads: "It's not cold, our clothes are very warm."

With faces turning blue from the cold, these words were not convincing at all. Many victims shed tears and helped them boil water to warm themselves.

"Du! Angry~~~~~~~"

I believe everyone has heard the sound of a truck. It is the sound made by the release valve of the air brake. Tianwei Army Material Truck Brigade! Come on stage!

Botuo ran out of the camp: "Help move the supplies! The supplies for the Tianwei Army have arrived!"

The squad leader of the transportation team gave a military salute to Botuo: "Is this the manager of Baoli Commercial Bank's Ganzhou Branch?"

Botuo was stunned: "Yes, I am."

The squad leader took Botuo's hand and said: "Baoli Commercial Bank and Tianwei Army officially commend your Ganzhou Branch for your actions, and grant the Ganzhou Branch permission to display the Hope Branch plaque. The purchasing price of various materials will be reduced by half, which will be effective for a long time!"

After saying this, the transportation squad leader arranged for someone to help move the supplies while he went to look for Su Lie and General Xue Rengui.

"There are a total of sixty trucks of medicines, emergency food, tents and other supplies. Subsequent supplies will be shipped one after another. Please sign for them!"

Su Lie and Xue Rengui also returned the military salute to the transportation squad leader: "Take some repairs before you go on the road. We are short of supplies here, and this batch of supplies of yours has really solved an urgent need."

Just after the transportation team arrived with the supplies, teams from various Baoli Commercial Bank branches arrived one after another with bullock carts, horse-drawn carriages, and handcarts.

Although they are relatively close to Ganzhou, the transportation method is still too backward and is not as timely as the transportation class.

"Nagele, the manager of the Qinghai branch, has 3,072 sets of leather clothing, fifteen carts of dried meat, and five carts of salt."

Botuo was obviously stunned when he heard about the supplies brought by his colleagues, and then shed tears.

As a manager of a trading company, he knew very well that being able to be so accurate meant that he had shipped all the inventory of the entire trading company without considering subsequent sales.

"Don't cry! Hey! You are such a man, why are you crying!"

Nazile thought he had done something to make Botuo cry, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

"Yushu branch, there are a total of sixteen trucks of supplies, including all kinds of daily necessities, canned goods, and emergency supplies. The manager, the manager, fell off a cliff in the dark on the way. It's no use, wuwuwu."

The more the young man talked, the more sad he became. How could such a good person in charge of things just, how could he...

Botuo also clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, unable to say a word. He could only hold back the tears, but unfortunately he couldn't do it.

As the general manager of Qinghai, Nazile still has courage: "Don't cry! What are we doing here! Have you forgotten what the young master said we should do? What's the use of crying!"

"Queue up! Register supplies! Make overall plans! Rebuild Ganzhou disaster area!"

Nazile's straightforward speech aroused everyone's motivation for action. Wipe away your tears. Yesterday has passed. Wipe away your tears. Tomorrow is coming!

Botu also gained confidence and puffed up his chest: "There are enough tents now. It was just a helpless move to make do with one night yesterday. Now to check in again, the family will be in the same tent first, and then the men and women will be separated, and the children will be unified." Take care of the people who come out and sign up yourself!”