Upon hearing this, the company commander quickly waved his hand, "Sir, I am the company commander, not some kind of leader."
The old man chuckled and said, "No matter what the position is, it's all about serving the people, and everyone needs to eat."
Seeing that the soldiers lying on the ground were getting up one after another, he figured they were also craving this dish, so he immediately held up the noodles that hadn't been cooked yet:
“Our belongings were all washed away by the flood. This meat and noodles were delivered by a big boss named Chen Dong.”
The old man looked at his companion and then explained, "We had already eaten at the resettlement site. After we finished eating, someone said that the soldiers in the company hadn't had a sip of hot soup for days. We thought that since we were just sitting around doing nothing, we might as well do something we could."
"This doesn't belong to ordinary people." The old man, fearing they might hesitate like the young soldiers earlier, and also worried that the company commander was being too harsh on them, immediately added, "This was sent by a patriotic enterprise."
"By the way, the water we brought was provided by the township government for the resettlement site. It's government property, not something the people have."
With that as a premise, the company commander finally relented, "In that case, everyone line up and go eat noodles."
Seeing that he had finally achieved his goal, the old man's two white eyebrows beamed with joy. As he led them the way, he said, "At noon, we cooked a pot of meat at the resettlement site. We originally planned to cook noodles there and bring them over, but we thought that noodles tend to clump together, so we boiled water first and will cook the noodles when we get there."
A group of officers and soldiers walked up to the two large pots and saw that there was indeed a pot of noodles and a pot of meat, with a fragrant aroma wafting from afar.
When the dozen or so people who came to help saw that the old man had actually persuaded the soldiers to eat their food, they immediately busied themselves preparing bowls and water.
"How can we have the strength to fight disasters without a bowl of hot soup in this heavy rain?"
The elderly men and women, along with a few young people, personally served the soldiers large bowls of noodles and meat. Watching them eat it all up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had accomplished a remarkable task.
During the meal, someone noticed the words "Longteng Support" written on the box containing the noodles. At this time, someone chatted and said, "Other companies in China have not yet reacted to prepare relief supplies, but Longteng has reacted very quickly."
"I heard that this batch of supplies had been locked in the warehouse for a long time, but Longteng's supplies were only taken out after the massive flood broke out and the government had distributed all its supplies."
At this point, someone added: "Longteng previously acquired several factories along the Yangtze River, and these things should have been temporarily produced by those factories."
“Impossible,” another auntie who was tending the fire retorted. “I received supplies from Longteng before the heavy rains caused floods, which means these supplies were prepared long ago.”
"Then how do you explain why Longteng has a presence in so many dangerous areas throughout the Yangtze River basin that have been reported in the news? If they were prepared in advance, how many warehouses would they have to rent to receive this batch of goods?"
At this point, the aunt who was tending the fire fell silent. "Anyway, I heard from my nephew who is in business that Longteng was farsighted and started procuring supplies from all over the world in February. As for whether the supplies they are using now are those procured in advance, shipped from overseas, or produced in factories, I don't know."
As they chatted, they changed the subject again.
The boxes of noodles labeled "Dragon Soaring" were finally emptied, and everyone enjoyed a hearty meal.
After explaining all the things that needed to be noted to Liu Huiming in Pengcheng, Chen Dong hurriedly rushed back to Poyang Lake County.
At this moment, Secretary Liu had already woken up, but his mind was still not quite clear. Afang, holding the only Motorola, nervously waited for Chen Dong's arrival.
I heard that several cities were washed away by flash floods, and some residential areas were completely uprooted by the floodwaters.
People's fear of the massive flood intensified. Chen Dong had only been gone from A Fang for less than two days, and she was already feeling uneasy, as if all the crises were about to befall Chen Dong.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally saw Chen Dong return, and quietly wiped away her tears. "After the massive flood, we opened all the warehouses, and now the supplies in the warehouses have basically been used up."
“Some rescue equipment and tools were distributed to local governments, universities, and rescue teams composed of veterans.”
Chen Dong turned his gaze away from Secretary Liu, his tone weary, "In other words, the supplies that cost hundreds of billions of dollars to purchase were all used up within two weeks."
“The factory production lines are still running, but due to severe flooding in major cities, there are problems with the supply of raw materials. So of the dozen or so factories we acquired, only a few are still operating normally,” Afang explained.
Chen Dong frowned, quickly recalling the Mitsui family in Japan that he had previously asked Lin Zhiyuan to contact.
"Didn't we order a batch of supplies from Mitsui Suzuki?" Chen Dong asked Afang earnestly, "Why hasn't anything happened yet?"
Afang shook her head. "There must be some problem on the island nation's side."
Chen Dong sighed and was about to contact Lin Zhiyuan by phone when a group of reporters appeared out of nowhere. They surrounded the entire clinic, saying they wanted to interview some flood relief role models.
Most of the people sent to the clinic had suffered minor drowning or were injured while fleeing the flood. Chen Dong saw that the microphones the reporters were holding had the word "CCTV" on them, so he didn't say anything and went out to find a signal tower.
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