ps: Call for monthly tickets affectionately again!

Chen Feng was writing novels in class, and it was very smooth because of the cover of Xiao Hongye. Basically, it was one chapter a day, which made Xiao Hongye enjoy watching it. Now Chen Feng was starting to worry about her because he was waiting for updates every day, thinking about the subsequent text of "Harry Potter". During class, Hongye was not very attentive. Fortunately, she had a strong foundation, and Chen Feng answered her questions and made up lessons from time to time. During the unit test, her grades were still in the top three.

In this month, Chen Feng finished writing all "Harry Potter and the Magic Stone", with a total of more than 100,000 words. At this time, Chen Feng was not in a hurry to write the second part "Harry Potter and the Secret Room", because he did not have a deep memory of the second part. Like the following few, he knew some general questions about the specific content and plots in it. He wanted to memorize it almost in a far cry from the first part, but it was a far cry from the first part, and he wanted to continue to "create" effortlessly. However, Xiao Hongye couldn't wait because the first part left enough suspense, which made her urge to update every day, and forced Chen Feng to continue writing. There was no way, so Chen Feng had to "create" again with difficulty. However, of course, the writing speed was much slower, and it often took several days to write a chapter. Although Xiao Hongye was a little dissatisfied, he knew that Chen Feng had tried his best, so he did not urge him to write again, so he could only wait patiently.

When the second grade semester ended and the summer vacation was on, Chen Feng's second part was only written less than one-third. Some of the content was pieced together and revised repeatedly. Compared with the original manuscript of history, it was a bit different. However, judging from the reading feedback of the little girl, the effect was still good.

However, at this time, Chen Feng said he was unwilling to continue writing. Hongye couldn't do anything about Chen Feng's stubbornness. Chen Feng also promised her that he would write after the summer vacation.

The reason why Chen Feng did not continue to "create" was that he suddenly remembered a huge event that was about to happen more than a month later.

Now it has entered 1994. What impressed Chen Feng this year is undoubtedly Typhoon No. 17. This is a major disaster that has not been encountered in a century. After the typhoon, the entire Xiuzhou City became a Qianli Ze Country, with direct economic losses of nearly 10 billion yuan. Official statistics show that more than 1,000 people died and hundreds of people were missing. But in fact, everyone knows that this number must double. In Chen Feng's memory of his past life, at least 50 people died in Guangyuyang Township. A family of six in Chenjia Village was buried alive by collapsed houses, and none of them survived. This is because the entire Hengyang County is not at the typhoon landing site. In a town in the neighboring county center, the losses were particularly heavy. After the typhoon, almost every household held funerals, which was comparable to a tragic massacre.

Thinking of this natural disaster, Chen Feng immediately slapped himself a few times, and his face was swollen. After being reborn, he was just looking forward to how to help his family get rich and achieve a well-off life and realize his childhood dream, but he forgot this most important thing, which is related to the wealth and life of millions of people in the city.

However, it is no wonder that although Typhoon No. 17 was impressive to him, in his previous life, after the typhoon passed, Chen Feng and his family were safe and sound, and there was no big loss. There was no pain in his skin, and no wonder he forgot such an important thing.

When Chen Feng was in college, he accidentally learned about the situation of Typhoon No. 17 on the Internet. Within a few hours before and after the typhoon landed, the first-line seawalls in all coastal districts and counties in the city almost collapsed, countless second-line seawalls were breached, and the third-line seawalls also flooded water to varying degrees. Then the seawater poured back and started a massacre, leading to a tragic human tragedy. That night, nearly half of the standard seawalls that were more than 100 kilometers long along the coast of the city were damaged to varying degrees, and dozens of kilometers were flattened by the tide. The so-called standard seawalls were so fragile! Only one-fifth of the ordinary seawalls were well preserved, and one-third of the strong were washed so that they could not even find the mold.

This typhoon is defined as a major natural disaster that is rare in a century, but to some extent it is not a man-made disaster. If the relevant government departments can pay attention to the construction of seawalls and strengthen funds before the typhoon comes, the government will promptly issue emergency alarms throughout the city before the typhoon arrives, and organize the evacuation of the masses, then this typhoon will not cause such a large loss of economic personnel afterwards, causing a human tragedy. It is the relevant departments who are as careless as the people, and have almost done nothing before the typhoon lands, which has given the entire Xiuzhou City a painful and bloody lesson and a painful memory that will never be erased.

Now there are only two months before the summer vacation is about to begin, and there are still nearly two months before the typhoons are raging. In terms of time, it is obviously impossible and unrealistic to ask the central government or the government to allocate funds to rebuild and reinforce seawalls. However, if the government can prepare earlier and transfer personnel to a safe place before the typhoon lands, it is still very likely.

"Dad, I have something important to you."

After remembering this Typhoon No. 17, because it was working hours in the morning, Chen Feng immediately ran to the construction company to find his father Chen Dayong.

In the chairman's office, Chen Dayong was shocked when he saw his son's face pale and his right cheek was swollen. Although Chen Dayong often said he wanted to beat his son, most of the time it was thunder and rainy, so he was really reluctant to beat him. Seeing his son's appearance, he felt so distressed.

"Son, what's going on with you? Who beat him? I can't spare him."

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I beat myself, dad, I dreamed again last night."

Chen Dayong's face was not good at first, but when he heard his son's words, his face was even worse. After being stunned, he said with concern: "What dream have you had again? Is it a good dream or a bad dream?"

His son has not "dreamed" for a long time, and he suddenly started to dream again, but he had no idea.

Chen Feng sighed and said dejectedly: "It's a bad dream, so many people died in the dream."

When Chen Dayong heard his son's words, his face suddenly turned pale. After experiencing the previous few verifications, he has long believed in his son's dream.

"Son... don't scare dad...what does it mean... so many people died?"

Seeing that my father was frightened by his words, Chen Feng hurriedly explained: "I dreamed that a month later, before school started, there would be a big and large typhoon of level 12. Our entire Xiuzhou City suffered disasters, with economic losses of nearly 10 billion yuan, and thousands of people died, and dozens of people died in our Yuyang Township alone."

"Typhoon!?" Chen Dayong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately became nervous again. Xiuzhou City basically had typhoons every year, and the people were used to it, but they were also very afraid of it. In the days of typhoons, every household was very difficult to deal with. Thousands of people who died suddenly had never been there. If so, it was before liberation. At that time, Chen Dayong was not born.

Chen Fengchen nodded: "That's right. This time it's true. I didn't remember this dream when I woke up in the morning, but I suddenly remembered it a few minutes ago. It was very clear that it was the dream I had last night. After the typhoon came, the sixth family in our village would be buried alive. Isn't their second boy in the construction team now? We must save their family. In addition, Huayang Town in the neighboring county is the focus of the disaster, with hundreds of people killed. So, Dad, you have to find a way to save it as much as possible. This is a thousand lives!"

Chen Dayong was already stunned for a long time. After a long time, he smiled bitterly with a depressed smile: "Son, you really think that your father is a god. Dad is just the boss of a country company. Although he has some money, he doesn't have much, and he is not an official. Yuyang Township has several nearby townships, and Dad is still capable. After these townships, your father is at most a nouveau riche. If those government officials were not paid to support him, how could they usually look at your father? If the government did not come forward, no matter how capable I, a private enterprise boss, would be useless."

Chen Feng said angrily: "What should we do? Are we watching so many people die?"

Seeing that his son was so compassionate and kind to the people, Chen Dayong was a little helpless and relieved, "Son, this is fate! Destiny! Destiny cannot be violated. You have leaked too many secrets... Our whole family should cherish blessings..."

"The destiny cannot be violated, but it is reversible!" Chen Feng said stubbornly, "Dad, aren't you very good at village chief Zhang and Deputy Secretary Liu? Can you use them to make the government prepare earlier? Before the typhoon comes, you can quickly transfer people to a safe place."

Chen Dayong pondered for a long time before sighing and said, "Son, what do you want your father to say about this? Do you have to tell them the truth that my son can dream of something that will come true and foresee the future? Even if they say so, they must believe it. Besides, if they know this ability, then don't you take you as a monster and be captured by the state? We must never reveal this secret. Even if Dad, you can't say anything randomly that thousands of people will die when the typhoon comes in a month. Maybe this is a witch that confuses the public, disrupts social order, and is arrested. Besides, Dad is very close to them now, but people's hearts are unpredictable, who can guarantee it accurately? Dad promises you that Dad will do his best to renovate and strengthen the school buildings in Yuyang Township and several nearby townships, and he will do his best to mobilize local villagers to transfer them before the typhoon lands."

Chen Feng was silent for a while before he said helplessly: "Dad, can you also repair the school buildings in several other townships in the county?"

Chen Dayong hesitated for a while, but when he saw his son Qi Yi's gaze, he finally made up his mind and said, "Okay, at worst, we won't do business now. We will draw everyone's hands over and build the school building."

"Dad, you are such a good person!" Chen Feng looked at his father with admiration. This is not artificial, but completely sincere. There are many people who are unkind for wealth, but very few people who can still repay society without any benefit after getting rich, but his father Chen Dayong is obviously one of these very few.
Chapter completed!