The next day.
Saturday morning.
It was his day off. The moment Dong Xuebin got out of bed, one word kept flashing through his mind over and over: earthquake! Earthquake! Earthquake!
He took a deep breath. After quickly finishing breakfast, he did not waste another second. He sat down on the sofa, pulled out the electronic newspaper from a month in the future and a notebook, and continued refining his plan. He wrote down, one by one, what he should do, what he needed to do, and what he absolutely had to do, arranging every day of the month before the earthquake from start to finish. The key points were still the same: first, rectify the situation and reduce casualties within the jurisdiction of the Guangming Street Office to the lowest possible level. Dong Xuebin's goal was to bring the death toll to zero. Second, persuade Yang Zhaode, Xie Huilan, and the others. If once was not enough, then twice. If twice did not work, then three times.
The great earthquake had already entered its countdown!
Dong Xuebin had been put over the fire. Whether casualties could be reduced and whether he could keep his position depended entirely on what he did in the coming days. If he failed, his political career would be over, and tens of thousands of people would lose their lives. Dong Xuebin could not afford to lose.
Only one month remained!
Everything hinged on this one move!
After finishing the plan, Dong Xuebin's gaze hardened. He prepared to attack from several angles at once.
With a smile, Dong Xuebin followed the plan and turned on his computer, connected his phone, and began bombarding Xie Huilan and Geng Yuehua with text messages and emails. He compiled the casualty figures from earthquakes that had occurred in China