Yu Changzheng's words calmed the others down. The possibility of the container falling into the sea without taking in water was extremely small.
It just means that if you come across it, just salvage whatever can be salvaged.
However, they soon reached a consensus that only more than 100 of the 3,000 fire boxes have been found so far, and it would be too troublesome to search for them around the world with the coordinates.
The longer the tinderbox is left behind, the more difficult it is to salvage.
The base cannot sit still and wait for death, it needs to take the initiative to find the tinderbox.
"We can ask the Spark Planner to drive a submarine out to search for it. Once the coordinates are confirmed, we can send out the salvage team."
Division of labor and cooperation can save fuel and improve efficiency.
Yu Changzheng could not object to this opinion.
After the meeting, Yu Changzheng hurried away. Xiao, a division commander of the same rank, caught up with him and said jokingly, "Old Yu, you stole the show this time."
Yu Changzheng nodded, "I am serving the base. It is mainly because the commander was unwell that I took over temporarily. I don't seek credit, but I just hope to avoid mistakes."
"The salvage team has amazing skills, and the base is in urgent need of talent in this area. Don't you plan to expand?"
Yu Changzheng smiled, "Old Xiao, the special salvage team is under the command of the chief. I am too busy with my own work. If you have time, why don't you ask him yourself?"
Commander Xiao was choked, "Isn't this for the development of the base?"
"Oh, I was so busy in the meeting that I even forgot to take my medicine." Yu Changzheng patted his head, "I'm going to be nagged by my wife at home again."
He waved and hurried back to the office to get the medicine.
In the evening, Jiang Ning was too lazy to cook, so he took out steamed pork ribs, medicinal chicken soup, braised pork, and stir-fried vegetables from the space.
When the rich meal was placed on the table, Shu Xueqing was extremely surprised, but seeing Gu Tinglin's calm expression, she smartly did not ask.
Under the light, the family was eating happily.
It was the ultimate enjoyment for the taste buds as I hadn’t eaten such delicious meals for more than ten years, but what made Shu Xueqing even happier was Gu Tinglin’s overflowing smile.
Jiang Ning accepted him as his father from the bottom of his heart.
She was happy for Lao Gu as his biggest worry was finally resolved.
After dinner, Jiang Ning gave Shu Xueqing a box of fruit and said, "Eat some every day. Come and get more when you run out."
Gu Tinglin did not rush back, but sat down to talk with his daughter and son-in-law. The military would organize a team to go out and search for the coordinates of the fire boxes left in various places, and the salvage team might be even busier at that time.
The base urgently needs to develop, but going out to sea is risky. Gu Tinglin doesn't want to put too much pressure on the two. "Your own safety is the most important. If it's not suitable, I will find a way to turn it down."
Development tests the team, not one individual's ability to turn the tide.
Having lost before, Gu Tinglin didn't want to regret it, so he would rather slow down his development.
Jiang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Let's collect the coordinates first and see if we can salvage it."
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After resting at home for two days, Jiang Ning went to the port to board the ship.
Young Master Rong has been extremely busy these days. He had to organize people to transport fire boxes and supplies, and he completely missed the time to eat.
Don't be fooled by his usual lax attitude. He is very impressive at work.
Jiang Ning glanced at him from a distance but didn't go forward to disturb him.
Once on the transport ship, Huang Mao, Zhang Li and others helped to carry the supplies. After the transfer ship left, they went about their own business and discussed how to transform the containers.
Seeing Jiang Ning coming over, the team members were all very happy, "Sister Ning."
Since there were no outsiders around, Jiang Ning took out the drilling machine, cutting machine, sewing machine, and power box.
These are what the team members lack, it is a timely relief.
"Sister Ning, what are you and Captain Huo going to do with the supplies you got?"
Jiang Ning said casually, "Keep a few pieces of cloth for yourself, and exchange the rest for points. Do you need containers? If not, I'll give them to those who need them."
The supplies were divided 50-50, with only thirteen containers. Xu Kaitai had a high rank and was assigned a dormitory, which meant that he did not need any containers.
Huang Mao and the others were already very satisfied that they could separate one from the others. "Leave it to someone in need. We have enough."
After chatting about some things, Young Master Rong came over in a transfer boat to organize the transportation, "Sister."
Jiang Ning asked, "Where does Mayor He live now?"
"Mayor He is of high rank, and the base has made arrangements."
Jiang Ning handed him two containers and said, "Take care of it."
Young Master Rong smiled happily, "Thank you, sister."
Around dusk, when Jiang Ning was about to return to the port, he saw a ship approaching in the distance.
The boat was not small, but it was very old and it was obvious that it had been through a lot of wind and rain in the ocean.
Jiang Ning took out his telescope and looked into the distance, only to see quite a few people standing on the deck.
The survivors on the ship also found the port. Some covered their faces and cried, while others hugged each other excitedly.
They were all emaciated, with tears and snot flying. There was no escape for our Chinese compatriots.
Young Master Rong has been on duty at the port for a long time and has seen many such situations. "Sister, while you were at sea, several groups of survivors came to the base. Some came from the sea, some traveled a long distance over land, and several submarines also came."
In less than a month, there were more than 300 people.
The base is taking in more and more survivors.
I’m used to it, but I’m still excited to see my compatriots coming over.
After all, they had been there before.
The boat approached slowly, not far from the transport ship.
Huang Mao looked surprised. "Sister Ning, do they look familiar to you? They seem to be the same people we encountered during the tsunami."
Jiang Ning didn't notice it at first until he found the boy with a head injury in the crowd, who was still bandaged.
The official survivor ship of Jiacheng.
Jiang Ning was somewhat expectant. He used a telescope to search one by one, but he did not find Qin Chuan and his son or the Zhong family.
The other party was sharp-eyed and recognized Huang Mao at a glance. He even waved and said hello, "Young man, we are here."
The team members were inspired and waved to the other side, saying, "Welcome to Fengcheng."
The container is very large, but the lifting and transfer tools are limited, so the materials are only transported back to the base in small pieces, so the handover takes a long time.
The team members helped on the boat and also had a rest.
We will wait until the container is modified and then go ashore, and then we can have a housewarming party together.
"Sister Ning, you and Captain Huo must come and show your support."
Jiang Ning left, "It's a must."
When we were approaching the shore in a speedboat, we happened to meet the survivors of the Jiacheng base who were queuing up to get off the boat with their belongings.
On the shore, soldiers on duty lined up to verify their identities.
Supplies were being transported and survivors were landing, and it was very busy for a while.
Just as she was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang out from not far away, "Jiang Ning."
Jiang Ning looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin man in shabby clothes.
Very thin, but with sharp eyes.
Jiang Ning looked at him for a long time. Director Ling?
When the disaster first started, he was only in his thirties, but now he is almost fifty.
Thinking of his former demeanor, even though his character is still there, one can't help but sigh at the cruelty of natural disasters.
Time is a butcher's knife, and more than ten years of dream are like a yellow beam.
They looked into each other's eyes across the crowd.
Jiang Ning walked over, raised his smile and said, "Director Ling, long time no see."
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