Chapter 57 I'll Pay for This: Turning the Tide
The flood control headquarters is certainly not crazy; they are all intelligent and their minds are perfectly normal.
The water level at the provincial capital station has reached 9.71 meters. If the floodwaters are not released soon, the provincial capital will be flooded, and the loss of life and economic losses will be unimaginable!
Sacrificing the small family for the greater good means sacrificing villages around the waterway to protect the provincial capital; this is a fundamental principle.
Zhimen is a sparsely populated area, located in a polder region with dikes. If we breach the dikes here, the water will flow in, greatly reducing the pressure on the provincial capital.
In fact, the Qingtian dike further upstream had already been breached, flooding an entire town. But the water was too high to hold, so they needed to find more places to release the floodwaters.
There is only an air force base and two villages in the Zhimen area. The troops can move quickly, and the two villages together only have about a thousand people who need to be transferred.
From any perspective, this is the most suitable flood discharge area, and it has no industrial zones.
However, the timing of this conclusion is wrong; it would have been fine three months earlier, but now there is a big problem.
Without saying a word, Wang Xiao made his request directly: "Who made the decision? Give me their phone number."
The political commissar who came to inform her tried to reassure her: "The flood control headquarters is swamped right now. This decision was made in a joint meeting. You really need to find a way to evacuate as soon as possible. Hurry up, everyone get moving, otherwise if the dike is blown up tomorrow, everything will be over."
"Move it?!" Wang Xiao roared, pointing at the warehouse and yelling, "There are goods worth tens of millions of US dollars here!" He then pointed towards the airport, "Over there, every flight costs 500,000 US dollars. How am I supposed to move it? Where am I supposed to move all this stuff? If it floods, how am I going to compensate the foreign companies? Who will pay us the penalty for breach of contract?"
The unfortunate political commissar was also completely bewildered.
The East China region was hit by massive floods, and troops were deployed in large numbers to fight the floods. Some were on the dikes, others were evacuating people. He was left feeling utterly overwhelmed.
Besides, what could he possibly see now? Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it. The sky looked like an overturned ink bottle, and he felt even the rain falling was black.
What can he see clearly?
He stayed at the base, and he was extremely busy.
Besides, the decision to release the floodwaters wasn't something he could make.
"The phone!" Wang Xiao roared, "Give me the phone!"
However, the flood control headquarters could not be reached by phone; it was unclear whether it was a line problem or if their phone lines were overwhelmed with calls.
Wang Xiao's head completely exploded.
Her only impression of flood discharge in her previous life was the flood discharge in Hebei Province, which happened in the summer before she transmigrated into the book, but she only saw snippets of it on the news.
The only feeling is that Hebei is a bit unlucky. Being close to Beijing doesn't seem to have brought any benefits. It has the least presence in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region.
When bad things happen, it gets quickly targeted.
Now she herself has become the unlucky one.
Now we can't get through to her on the phone, what should we do?
"Where is the flood control headquarters?" Wang Xiao stared at the political commissar. "Tell me quickly."
The failure to release the floodwaters at Zhimen not only meant the loss of her tens of millions of dollars worth of goods, but also meant the complete shutdown of her air cargo business.
Who knows when the floodwaters will recede? Who knows how long the cleanup and reconstruction will take?
What if it takes two months, three months, or even half a year? How will she continue her business?
Even if 24 aircraft are just sitting idle at the airport doing nothing, that's still $3.6 million in rental fees every month. Not to mention the losses caused by losing customers due to this delay.
The young political commissar was a little frightened by her, and his voice involuntarily stammered, "I...I have to ask."
How would he know? The military simply follows orders from higher-ups; it's a completely different system from the local government.
Fortunately, Wang Xiao had a flash of inspiration. He realized that the flood control efforts would definitely be reported in the news. Reporters would inevitably have to go to the flood control headquarters for interviews, and the TV station should know the address of the flood control headquarters, so he quickly called to ask.
The call to the TV station went through, but the editor who answered was completely bewildered: "What good would it do you to go to the flood control headquarters?"
"If Jiangzhimen can't release the floodwaters, who else can I turn to if not them?"
The TV station is also extremely busy right now, and the editor can't find anyone to ask in detail for the time being, so he can only give her the address first: "You can call, the traffic in the whole city is in chaos right now, and our reporters have to take a watercraft to go out for interviews, which is very dangerous."
The problem is that we can't get through to the flood control headquarters by phone.
Wang Xiao didn't dare to waste any time. As soon as he got the address, he called Tang Yicheng: "Let's go, let's go find the person right away."
Xiang Dong stood up and pressed her down: "You stay here, who knows what the water will be like on the way. It's too dangerous for you to go out. I'll go with Xiao Tang."
Hu Haiping, a college graduate who was just recruited this month, was eager to try: "I'll go too, Mr. Xiang, I'll lend you a hand."
He was supposed to go home last week, but the rain was too heavy and the trains had stopped running. So he had to stay in Jiangzhimen to help out.
Seeing his statement, the other college students quickly followed suit, raising their hands one after another: "We'll go too."
Wang Xiao refused: "No, I have to be there."
Because she is the one who can make the final decision.
If they can't make the decision at that time, and if they can't get through on the phone, then we're definitely doomed.
Xiang Dong hesitated for a moment, then frowned and reluctantly nodded in agreement: "Alright, be careful when you go out."
The political commissar tried to salvage the situation, attempting to persuade them: "What's the point of going out? The roads are flooded, and vehicles can't get any closer to the command post. If we need to evacuate immediately, we'll take a boat to higher ground."
Wang Xiao's eyes lit up instantly: "So that means you have a boat? Lend me the boat, I have to go."
The political commissar was truly going crazy. He was just an ordinary company political commissar. How come the old political commissar was always so effective at persuasion, but when it came to him, people just wouldn't listen to reason?
He went away to study for three months, and this happened as soon as he came back. How could he be so unlucky?
He chased after the person, shouting, "Come back! You're kidding me, you really will drown!"
He had just run out of the temporary housing when there was a loud "crack" in the sky, followed by a thunderclap like TNT, which exploded right down on his head.
Oh my god! Wang Xiao was so frightened that she sat down in the water with a thud, watching helplessly as a willow tree less than 20 meters away from her was chopped down.
Tang Yicheng quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her backwards.
If she had run just two seconds faster, the lightning would have struck her.
Wang Xiao was trembling all over, shaking uncontrollably.
The political commissar was still urging her: "Hurry up, hurry up, quickly notify everyone to evacuate. Human lives are at stake, we can't be careless. Everything else is secondary, the key is that people are alive."
Wang Xiao finally managed to control her trembling body and tried to speak.
Another soldier ran in from outside and shouted to the political commissar, "Political commissar, they're urging us to hurry up and evacuate everyone immediately. They want us to go to the village and get everyone out of there as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao realized the phone line must be working, and struggled to make the call again.
However, Xiang Dong was a step ahead of her, but the line was still busy and she couldn't get through.
Damn it!
Wang Xiao cursed loudly: "Which bastard made this decision? We have an airport here! An airport!"
Although most of the planes have already flown away, there are still planes around. With so many foreign merchants, so much cargo, and so many people, what's the point of leaking the floodwaters?
The political commissar only had human lives on his mind. Upon hearing about the plane, he said regretfully, "It's a pity there was thunder. Otherwise, we could have flown the plane to take the people out; it would have been safer. Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Wang Xiao rushed out again, but today's thunder seemed to be working against her, another thunderbolt that made everyone's ears go numb.
The lights in the warehouse and the prefabricated houses all went out at once.
The surroundings were in complete chaos, so he headed east with a flashlight to find the power switch.
Tang Yicheng reached out and pushed Wang Xiao into the house: "You stay here, I'll go find her. Tell me what to say when you see her."
"They say that since we opened on June 1st, we've shipped 6,700 tons of goods, worth 67 million US dollars. They also say that if the floodwaters were to overflow here, the economic losses would amount to 660 million US dollars."
The power switch was turned back on, and under the light, Tang Yicheng nodded and prepared to leave.
The college students looked at each other in bewilderment, then rushed out without saying a word, with some shouting from behind, "I can swim! I got third place in the swimming competition at my school sports meet!"
Qian Xuemei rushed over from behind.
She has been insisting on selling goods in the warehouse. Of the 6,700 tons of goods, 170 tons came from the garment factory in their town.
Seriously, they're making a killing. Those Russians are ordering thousands upon thousands of items at a time.
The sewing machines in the factory were running at full capacity, but there wasn't enough time to keep up. We had to urgently transfer goods from a factory in the next town, and even then, we were still running out of stock, having to deliver goods every day.
Garment factories in several nearby towns all said they were going to make all the money they had in a year this time.
But Qian Xuemei couldn't care less about making money right now. She grabbed Wang Xiao and held him tightly with her arms like an iron fence: "No, you can't go out. You'll be exhausted! The old man from the production team was struck by lightning, have you forgotten? Nobody is allowed to go, not a single one of you is allowed to leave!"
As she was speaking, another bolt of white lightning struck down from the sky, abruptly stopping Tang Yicheng and the other college students.
Wang Xiao was devastated. She thought that although she wasn't a good person, she wasn't so wicked as to warrant being struck by lightning on her way!
what to do?
The sky was dark and gloomy, like a giant mountain pressing down on Wang Xiao, making it hard for her to breathe. It was also like a monster with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow her whole.
She definitely can't go to the flood control headquarters, so who can she turn to to change the situation?
Yes, the decision is made by the leader.
The decision to release floodwaters must be made by... provincial leaders.
Her eyes lit up instantly, and she forcefully broke free from Qian Xuemei: "Auntie, I need to make a phone call."
As she spoke, she ran over and dialed the provincial government's phone number.
The floodwaters must not be released; under no circumstances should the floodwaters be released through Jiangzhimen.
No one can afford to pay for this loss!
But the more urgent things get, the more likely the phone line is to be busy and you can't get through.
It's just like on the battlefield; life-saving equipment always malfunctions at crucial moments.
Even if Wang Xiao had experienced school bullying in both his past and present lives, or even if he had encountered trash while eating late-night snacks and swore at a girl, the amount of profanity he had hurled at her would not have been as much as it had at this moment.
In desperation, she had no choice but to call the provincial television station again and ask a familiar editor: "Do you have anyone who can conduct a phone interview with provincial leaders?"
The editor asked the people around him, and they replied, "Yes, yes, yes, what do you want to do?"
"Now, I need you to go over there and pass on my message: this involves losses of hundreds of billions of dollars, and it must be stopped!"
The unfortunate news editors were dumbfounded.
Hundreds of billions of US dollars!
This was in 1991. In 1990, China's GDP was US$360.9 billion.
She stood up in a panic, calling out, "Wait a minute!"
Then a jumble of noises came through the receiver: the sound of something falling to the ground, the telephone hitting the table. Amidst the chaos, someone exclaimed, "Water! Water! Water! My manuscript—!"
Then came the editor's shout: "Xinfang, please call Deputy Secretary Cao. Wang Xiao said there are losses of tens of billions."
After a chaotic mess, Wang Xiao finally heard the voice of Deputy Secretary Cao, whom he had met once before, through the receiver.
Without saying a word, she immediately spilled the beans about the enormous losses that the flood discharge would cause, losses that no one could afford, resulting in bankruptcy and the complete collapse of the nascent private trade between China and the Soviet Union and between China and Europe.
Deputy Secretary Cao looked puzzled, moving his mouth further away from the microphone as if asking a subordinate such as a secretary: "How do we select generals for the direct flood discharge?"
In this flood control effort, each provincial cadre had their own area of responsibility, and determining the location for flood discharge was not actually the responsibility of Deputy Secretary Cao.
It was quite a misunderstanding, since before June 1st, not many people in the provincial capital had any impression of Jiangzhimen.
When deciding to continue breaching the new dikes to release floodwaters, the water resources department had data from May.
It's quite new now. People know there's an airport near Zhimen, but back then it was a semi-abandoned airport. I heard there were still a few planes there; they could just fly away.
They can be requisitioned to airdrop living supplies to the disaster-stricken people.
The bigwigs in the water resources department were unaware that this place had undergone tremendous changes in less than a month.
Unfortunately, the air force was urgently deployed to the front line of flood relief, and the political commissar of the company left behind was someone who had just returned from a training trip and was completely clueless about airport matters.
Due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, the current situation has become unmanageable.
Deputy Secretary Cao asked his subordinates, "Where else can we release the floodwaters? Are there any other options?"
The subordinate who rushed over reported: "We are also considering Xujiawei and Qinghewei. We definitely need to release the floodwaters, otherwise the railway will be lost. But if we bomb those areas, the losses will be too great. We will have to evacuate nearly 10,000 people."
Wang Xiao couldn't wait to state his terms: "Two thousand yuan. Our Wuzhou Company will compensate each of the relocated residents with two thousand yuan."
This compensation plan was the result of her calculations.
Most rural families nowadays consist of six people: two elderly people, two children, and a husband and wife. Each person receives 2,000 yuan, totaling 12,000 yuan.
First and foremost, for farmers, their houses are their most important assets.
However, according to news reports she saw about the flood discharge in Hebei, most of the sturdy brick and tile houses were still standing after the floodwaters receded.
Xujiawei and Qinghewei are not far from the provincial capital, so there are probably not many mud houses there.
If such a thing exists, the construction cost of a mud house would be very low.
Besides houses, furniture is also an important asset for rural families nowadays.
Wang Xiao previously worked as a bridesmaid and makeup artist at her uncle's house, attending more than a dozen weddings.
The young couple spent approximately 690 yuan on furniture for their new home: a 1.50-meter-wide ironwood bed frame costing 150 yuan, an ironwood sofa costing 100 yuan, a three-door ironwood wardrobe costing 320 yuan, and a bookcase costing 120 yuan.
She remembered clearly that, as a businesswoman, she was naturally very sensitive to money. Moreover, at that time, she was eager to understand the basic level of current prices.
If the number of beds and wardrobes for a family of six triples, that would amount to 1340 yuan.
In addition to these, there are home appliances.
Currently, most rural areas have black and white televisions, which typically cost around 400 to 500 yuan. Washing machines are a bit more expensive, but still around 600 yuan.
Refrigerators are rare in rural areas, so they weren't on her radar.
In addition, pots and pans are priced at 200 yuan, and bedding and pillows at 300 yuan.
These add up to two thousand nine hundred and forty, let's say three thousand.
Let's assume each person's clothes and personal belongings are worth 500 yuan, totaling 3,000 yuan.
Then the number becomes 6000.
Near the provincial capital, the population is dense, and a family of six can be allocated about four or five acres of farmland.
Even with optimistic estimates, one mu (approximately 0.16 acres) might yield 800 jin (approximately 400 kg) of wheat or rapeseed (though this is rarely achieved in reality). At a purchase price of 6-7 mao (0.6-0.7 yuan) per jin, that's a harvest of 600 yuan. Five mu would yield 3,000 yuan.
The economic losses, when added up further, totaled nine thousand dollars.
Oh, and poultry and livestock, which are also important assets for farmers.
But it's only June now. Farmers usually don't collect piglets until March of the lunar calendar, which is April or May, because the weather is warm and they are easier to raise.
The piglets haven't sold for much money yet, let's say 300 yuan. The chickens and ducks together, let's say 200 yuan.
In short, it can be covered within 10,000 yuan.
For a family of six, 12,000 yuan in compensation should be about right.
As for the resettlement of people after the relocation, that should be the responsibility of the state.
Farmers now pay agricultural taxes, and the amount is quite substantial.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed stunned.
Qian Xuemei on the other end of the phone was also dumbfounded. 2,000 yuan! Their Zhouzhen is a land of fish and rice, a standard plain area, and there are factories, but even if you combine the harvest from the fields and factories, a person can't earn more than 1,000 yuan a year.
Not to mention her, everyone else was equally bewildered.
And this is in the countryside! Even a decent, formally employed person in the city can't earn 2,000 yuan a year.
That's a really big investment.
Wang Xiao continued reporting: "Isn't there a Hongguang Town near Xujiawei and Qinghewei? As long as the products from factories in that town meet quality standards, they will be given priority to sell at the International Trade City in the future. We will help them with post-disaster production and reconstruction."
In fact, she knew that if it weren't for the misunderstanding that led to this mess, her superiors would never have chosen to release the floodwaters through the gate unless they went crazy.
What is the purpose of flood discharge? To reduce losses.
Sacrifice the poor and needy to protect the rich and powerful. Sacrifice farmland to protect factories.
This is a fundamental principle, a principle that has never changed.
The International Trade City, a golden goose that generates astonishing foreign exchange, simply cannot afford to be sacrificed.
But she dared not gamble; she needed assurance immediately. She feared that even a second's delay would lead to a mishap.
In this era of slow information transmission, it is not surprising that errors occur due to information asymmetry.
Even if they are held accountable afterward, are they capable of compensating her for her losses?
Wang Xiao couldn't stop talking: "This year, 10% of our Wuzhou Company's profits will be used for disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction."
In fact, even without the flood discharge, Wang Xiao had planned to donate money to the flood relief efforts.
Before she entered the book, she had donated seven figures to both the floods in Henan and the disasters in Hebei.
It's not that she's trying to cultivate a positive public image, but rather that she believes her wealth is mainly due to the benefits of the times.
Society has given her so much, it's only natural that she would give back.
If you can't cure poverty, you can at least help in an emergency.
Energy should flow naturally.
If there is no mobility, society will be doomed.
What's the point of talking about making money?
Wang Xiao swallowed hard, forcing his throat to become less dry and hoarse, and continued, "This flood will likely cause losses of hundreds of millions, even billions or tens of billions. Post-disaster reconstruction requires commercial orders to develop the economy. With the existence of Zhimen, tomorrow's foreign trade development can bring in at least billions of orders every year. It cannot collapse; it is the key to post-disaster reconstruction."
This is probably what the person on the other end of the phone really wants.
After all, the cost of relocating tens of thousands of people far exceeds that of relocating a thousand or so.
The call was finally disconnected.
The soldiers gathered at the entrance and the employees of the commercial center were all eager to ask, "How is it going?"
Wang Xiao stood up and glanced around: "Who's signing up? The dike must be held; this side can't collapse."
While everyone was still stunned and unable to react, several young people subconsciously raised their hands: "I'll go."
But where to go?
Soldiers outside were already shouting: "Political Commissar, we're ordered to go up the embankment and hold the embankment at Jiangzhimen!"
Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd: the flood discharge has stopped! They've stopped discharging the floodwaters here!
Some of the children who had come to join in the fun looked bewildered, not understanding why the adults were so happy.
An elderly person scolded the children: "What do you know? The flood has caused all the damage, and our homes are gone."
Every time a flood comes, there are always a bunch of beggars left.
With land gone and homes gone, how easy is it to save ourselves through production?
They're not immortals who can turn stones into gold.
Goodness, thank goodness we didn't bomb their dikes, otherwise all our work would have been for nothing.
The children still didn't understand what flood discharge meant, but seeing the adults happy made them happy too.
Oh—I can go out fishing again!
A group of children, some carrying buckets and others carrying basins, ran in droves towards the fields as the downpour subsided.
Whether it's a wheat field or a rapeseed field, fish and shrimp that wander in haphazardly will surface when the water rises.
There were grass carp the size of a bowl, silver carp the size of a soup bowl, and even big red carp longer than a child's arm and crucian carp the size of an adult's palm.
The area is all paddy fields, with high ridges along the edges. These ridges can't stop the backflow of water, but they do become cages for fish and shrimp, leaving them with nowhere to escape.
The children could scoop up buckets and basins full at a time. If they couldn't finish it all at home, they could sell it to the market to earn some pocket money.
Russians actually eat river fish too! Who said they don't know how to spit out bones? Big carp is their favorite.
But the fish they cooked—well, it didn't taste good at all.
Braised fish is still the best.
The adults breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about being flooded, and turned a blind eye to the children's mischief.
Anyway, we can't let them catch all the fish and shrimp now. When the water recedes, the fields will be full of dead fish and rotten shrimp, and the stench will be unbearable and annoying.
Tang Yicheng reached out and pushed Wang Xiao: "Go back, this is not a job you can do."
As he spoke, he raised his arm and called out to the college students, "Follow me and obey my orders."
Strengthening the dikes—that's a job he's very good at.
Wang Xiao shook her head; she had no intention of going up the embankment.
Every inch has its advantages, and every foot has its disadvantages.
She certainly can't compare to these young men when it comes to physical labor.
Now, she only felt exhausted, as if all her energy and spirit had been drained.
The 20 million compensation is nothing to me, and a 10% profit is also fine.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
Qian Xuemei snapped out of her daze, gently patted her niece's shoulder, and comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright, we'll definitely save it. We can earn the money back slowly later. Come on, come on, hurry up and change your clothes. It's all damp today, you'll get sick."
Wang Xiao let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "It's nothing."
But she didn't have time to change her clothes; she had to talk to Ivanov about something so important.
If Ivanov is unhappy and doesn't want to bear the expense, that's fine too. After all, she bypassed the decision he made.
She can pay for it herself.
It was really hard to make a phone call today. Even after I got through, I couldn't hear the other person clearly. In the end, Ivanov had to call back.
The other end of the phone was bustling with activity. At this hour, it was already dawn in Moscow, and the sky was about to brighten. But the dance party at the villa was still going strong. The phone rang with the sounds of floorboards scraping against each other, along with the laughter of men and women and lively dance music.
I'm truly impressed by their stamina.
Ivanov was all smiles when he made the call. He knew about the heavy rain in Jiangdong, and the frequent flight delays caused by the downpour were a real headache.
But he was unaware that the water level had risen so high that it was even necessary to release the floodwaters.
This is truly astonishing.
However, he was quite nonchalant about Wang Xiao's apology: "No, no, no, my dear comrade, you did the right thing, you were so decisive. If I were here, I would support your decision 100%. Even if you donated all of this year's profits, I wouldn't object. As long as we can keep our route contract."
He can still distinguish between long-term and short-term gains.
He was able to grow his business so rapidly in just six months, which shows he's not the type to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Now, the past cannot be retrieved; let bygones be bygones.
He was more concerned about something else: "My dear comrade, is Jiangdong able to supply goods now? Can our cargo planes be fully loaded?"
That's the key point.
If there's a flood, will the roads be cut off? If transportation is disrupted, how will goods be delivered to Jiangzhimen Airport?
We can't really turn it into Venice on the water.
By then, they'll be truly finished.
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Although, the government's relief efforts after the floods back then were incomparable to those now. Often, people had to rely on themselves for help.
It's true that many houses collapsed, as shown in online materials. However, most of these collapsed houses were likely made of earth and wood, unlike the brick and tile houses mentioned in the article.
Emergency room doctor and medical blogger "The Last Dopamine" is from Anhui and personally experienced the floods of that year. In a memoir he wrote in 2020, he mentioned: At that time, my family lived in an earthen house, which was a house made entirely of mud and wood.
This type of house is very common in my hometown; in fact, only very wealthy families can afford to live in brick houses.
The three mud houses in front of my house were used as the kitchen, dining room, and place to store farm tools. The three houses in the back were used as the living room and bedroom. The two side rooms on the left were used to store grain. There was a chicken coop on the right. In the middle was a wide courtyard with two Chinese toon trees about the size of a washbasin.
This was my happy home before I was ten years old, and it holds many unforgettable childhood stories for me.
There was no television, no radio, and power outages were frequent. People couldn't access the latest information or the outside world. After nightfall, they could only pass the time by sleeping.
(This description also shows that Zhouzhen was already considered a very well-off area in the rural areas at that time.)
Regarding post-disaster reconstruction, Dopamine wrote the following:
The countryside was already impoverished at that time, and the devastation caused by the great flood made people's lives even worse.
In the face of natural disasters, the government provides some relief and subsidies, such as food, clothing, and subsidies for rebuilding houses.
However, many years later, I learned from my parents about those sordid things that I dared not speak out against: even these life-saving things, some people dared to embezzle them.
There's a scene in "The Eloquent Ji Xiaolan" that I always find particularly interesting every time I watch it.
Heshen asked Ji Xiaolan, "Are refugees even considered human beings?"
Indeed, refugees can no longer be considered human beings, because in order to survive, they can abandon their dignity. As long as they can fill their stomachs, they no longer have any demands or pickiness.
Fortunately, we are no longer in that era where we were like ants.
Now, if such a major flood occurs, the people will certainly receive timely assistance.
Today, our country is prosperous and our information technology is advanced.
In the devastating floods of East China in 1991, some lost their homes, some lost their lives, some rose to prominence through officialdom, and some lost their humanity.
However, in this natural disaster, we also witnessed compassion and morality.
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