"Climate disaster warning?!"
What did they say?
The two people in the room were extremely surprised. Although they were still asking questions, they had already looked at the paper on the table at the same time.
They all guessed that the matter mentioned in the warning was probably related to this paper.
The young man who rushed in to deliver the message didn't know what to say for a moment, so he pulled the two of them away and quickly walked to the department's large lounge.
A large number of meteorologists have gathered here, all intently watching the television in front of them...
"Get out of the way!"
Tom led Jack through the crowd, squeezing all the way to the small, colorful television.
Then the two saw a male spokesperson standing straight in front of the camera, speaking in Chinese in a serious tone.
However, they couldn't understand Chinese, but that didn't matter, there was sign language available, and the television also provided simultaneous English interpretation.
They understood the translated meaning.
"Viewers worldwide, we are here to formally issue a warning to everyone and assure you that the following content is true and serious."
"According to the latest scientific exploration, we have recently discovered a climate crisis that is approaching the entire world due to global warming. It is predicted that it will trigger an unprecedented superstorm that will sweep across the entire Northern Hemisphere, and will lead to a global ice age after the storm."
"We speculate that its mechanism is due to the cessation of the North Atlantic Ocean Current's influence caused by the massive melting of polar ice caps in recent years... We predict that this disaster will occur in October of this year."
"Hereby, we solemnly urge all countries and peoples to begin disaster prevention and mitigation work in advance, to organize the migration of people to the south as much as possible, and to work together to overcome these difficult times..."
Listening to the sounds on the television, Jack stood frozen in place, motionless for a long time. The principle described on the television was extremely similar to the Younger Dryas event he was currently researching.
Of course, it's more similar to the theories he heard from the meteorologists he met in Antarctica.
As for that paper...
That's exactly the same.
Jack looked down at the printed copy of his thesis that he had unconsciously clutched in his hand, which he had brought with him all the way, and he didn't know what expression to make at this moment.
The other meteorological personnel in the surrounding area had similar expressions to Jack; none of them knew how to comment on the situation.
A long time passed, until the news broadcast on television began its repetitive cycle again, before anyone spoke:
Are they serious?
"We've never experienced anything like this before... forecasting future climate disasters directly on television to the world. How advanced is their meteorology?"
"It's not April Fool's Day today. Do they really think they'll become the focus of the world by playing a prank?"
Almost no one takes the information being presented on television seriously.
Everyone was watching what seemed like a play, a play destined to end in embarrassment.
"No one can accurately predict the weather a month and a half from now, let alone such an absurd result!!"
His colleagues didn't seem to care, but Jack felt a strange sense of unease, a premonition of something ominous brewing within him.
He recalled their two previous encounters with Liu Chunshi and his group in Antarctica.
Although the time all was short, he could clearly sense that those people were well-equipped, and every meteorologist there was more skilled than him...
Would someone like that talk nonsense?
Jack didn't know, but he found it hard to believe.
Becker's office.
The secretary suddenly pushed open the door and, equally panicked, brought Becker the latest news:
"The weather department across the street seems to have gone mad!"
There wasn't time to explain much; while Becker was still completely bewildered, she simply turned on the TV and switched to the international channel.
Then no further explanation is needed.
"Did they take the wrong medicine or are they possessed by a demon?" Becker sat in his seat, his small eyes behind his glasses wide open.
Am I dreaming today?
Why are all my experiences so surreal?
First, Chai Ping came to their door with a "self" from a parallel universe.
Then the meteorological department on the other side issued a global warning.
These two incidents are beyond what even his ex-wife and his ex-ex-wife ever encountered...
The secretary stared at Becker in disbelief, then tentatively asked, "Sir, what should we do next?"
This matter has already caused quite a stir, very
Many people received the news, and many media outlets began to follow up, with a large amount of related information appearing online...
Although it is only the beginning of the new century, their domestic internet is already quite developed. The speed of information dissemination, while not comparable to later generations, is still many times faster than in the last century.
Becker gestured to his secretary to wait a moment, giving him some time to think.
He quickly came up with a preliminary plan.
"Immediately block their international channels and prohibit all media from reporting on this. Also, meet with Chai Ping immediately; I need to see him in an hour to discuss this matter in person. They must be held accountable for this!"
Becker was breathing rapidly.
On his desk was the agreement he had just had translated into English.
Before the secretary came in, he was looking at the English version of the agreement, but the language was so confusing that he couldn't figure it out for the time being.
But this agreement is no longer important.
He felt he already knew what Chai Ping and the others were thinking.
"This is definitely a conspiracy of theirs. They are trying to spread false information to disrupt our economy, cause panic in our markets, and then retaliate against us!"
In his report to his superiors, Becker spoke through gritted teeth.
That was his idea.
He couldn't think of any other use for this tactic besides damaging their economy.
He consulted meteorological experts, who all said it's impossible to predict the weather a month and a half from now, even with the most advanced computers!
The president, sitting opposite Becker, fell silent in the face of his words.
Before his boss could voice his opinion, Becker quickly offered to handle everything himself.
"I will definitely handle this matter well. Our economy will not be shaken by them. Their plan seems quite clumsy to me."
"Don't worry, they'll completely collapse in a month and a half!"
Upon hearing Becker's words, the president was intrigued.
This was just over ten years after the clouds of the last century had completely dissipated.
They absolutely love the word "collapse".
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let me down, Becker."
Becker adjusted his small glasses, a smile spreading across his usually stern face. "You won't be disappointed, sir."
After giving his report, Becker immediately returned to his office to handle the related matters.
He has just ordered a nationwide shutdown of all news related to disaster warnings, and the operation has been carried out quite smoothly.
Apart from some spontaneous rumors, the chain of new information dissemination has now been completely cut off, and such rumors will not affect the overall economic situation.
All that's left is to appease the other countries.
Other countries were first startled by Zhong Ruijin's phone call and diplomatic personnel, and then by this climate disaster warning.
Even if people didn't believe it, Zhong Ruijin's three extremely unusual actions in one day had already frightened a considerable number of people into a state of bewilderment.
If these people continue to be intimidated by Zhong Ruijin and his group, other countries might start following suit.
Then their plan will succeed.
What he needs to do now is sabotage this plan.
Thinking of this, Becker couldn't even bother with his meeting with Chai Ping. He immediately called to comfort his many underlings and sent them his latest domestic meteorological research report.
The results shown above naturally indicate that the future climate will be normal, and everyone will be safe and sound.
This report was fabricated at his instruction to the meteorological department half an hour earlier.
Yes, this is a deliberately fabricated report.
How could they possibly predict the weather a month and a half from now?
However, Becker felt that if the other side was fabricating papers, wouldn't they be at a disadvantage if they didn't?
Moreover, the things they fabricated are far more authoritative than that nonsensical paper on the other side.
Zhong Ruijin's warning to the meteorological department, which was issued globally, has not yet caused a great stir abroad, but it has already caused quite a stir in China.
The emergency announcement was broadcast domestically right around dinnertime.
This is when the most people watch news programs, and now all TV stations have stopped broadcasting other programs. As long as you turn on the TV, you will definitely see information related to weather warnings.
At least half of the people across the country received the warning message. Even those who did not know immediately were quickly informed by relatives, friends, or various local departments.
Departments at all levels received the information earlier and had already made emergency preparations.
Then, unsurprisingly, the situation unfolded.
Is what they say on TV true?
Is that ice age really coming? What are we going to do then?
Will it really get so cold that it drops to minus 100 degrees Celsius?
The phones in every department were ringing off the hook, and the doorsteps were practically worn down by the crowds.
The public was quite panicked.
Everyone is anxiously awaiting an answer.
The answer came quickly.
After Zhong Ruijin finished communicating with people from other countries, he immediately announced that all levels of government departments were in a state of emergency and were ready to fully implement the disaster evacuation plan.
One by one, plans were launched, and the progress of the civil defense project renovation, which had only started a few days ago, went from being kept secret to being made public, and all accelerated suddenly.
Residents of every city and even every village received clear instructions on disaster evacuation plans.
Some will be relocated to the south, while others will be housed in civil defense facilities and rescued by Mutual Aid Society and teams dispatched by Zhong Ruijin after the storm.
Of course, these are just preliminary plans at the moment, and it's far from time to implement them.
In vast rural and remote areas, most of the work arrangements went very smoothly, with only a few experts and professors raising questions about the views on climate disasters.
Among them were some people with ulterior motives, but these people were quickly brought back down to earth with a slap on the head.
After the state of emergency was declared, newspapers and magazines were strictly controlled or even stopped publishing altogether, cutting off these people's channels of communication. No matter how loudly they shouted, it was useless.
In addition to these, the following day Zhong Ruijin addressed all Chinese citizens working or studying abroad, advising them to return home as soon as possible, and that ambassadors in various locations would organize evacuation efforts...
Seeing how seriously Zhong Ruijin preparing, Becker and the people from other countries were all dumbfounded.
"Isn't this a scam?"
Why do they seem to take it so seriously?
These major domestic moves don't seem like a joke.
To pull off such a massive operation within one's own country just to swindle them once—it's simply impossible for a normal person to do something like that.
"However, maybe they weren't normal people to begin with?"
When facing his superiors, Becker seemed at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.
Because Zhong Ruijin's movements were just too serious.
Based on the intelligence they received, Zhong Ruijin absolutely, positively, and genuinely serious about this nationwide southward migration.
There's absolutely no way it could be fake.
After thinking for a long time, Becker finally came up with an idea just as his superiors were getting impatient. "I've heard that people in East Asia like to gamble on the fate of their nations. Perhaps this is also a form of gambling on the fate of the nation?"
This statement truly baffled the president.
He sat in his seat pondering for a long time, and felt that it seemed to make some sense, since he couldn't find any other explanation.
Surely we can't believe what Zhong Ruijin and his group are saying about climate catastrophe, can we?
Isn't that even more absurd than gambling on the fate of the nation?
"Forget about them, let's just stay calm. They're just little mice. As long as we don't have internal problems, they can't target us!"
Upon hearing the Kazu's response, Becker secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then actually walked out of the office. In the formal reception room outside, Chai Ping and Carl were already waiting for him.
This meeting should have been scheduled for yesterday, but it was delayed until today.
Becker glared at the two men, then angrily sat down opposite them, his face darkening. "I don't know what your scheme is, but this is the last time I'll tell you—"
"Stop your actions now, voluntarily and honestly accept punishment, restore and compensate for the damage you have caused to the global economy, and only then will you have any chance of being forgiven."
Upon hearing this, Chai Ping remained calm and composed, not yet showing any emotion, but Carl's face darkened first.
The middle-aged, overweight man tapped the table, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "I think Mr. Becker may have made a mistake. Our Mutual Aid Society and Mr. Chai are here to rescue you. We shouldn't be treated like this."
"No, all I know is that you're causing trouble and making a mess of the world; you're playing the role of a nuisance," Becker shrieked...