The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

During the golden time of rescuing people, many people, including Xia Meng, did not sleep well. When they were tired, they just found a place to rest for a while. When they woke up, they ate something and rushed to save people. Their sleepless nights were rewarded.

Two days later, thanks to the efforts of all the people, rescue dogs and mechanical dogs, all the survivors trapped under the rubble, at least in the entire Tangzhou city, were rescued.

Each tent is like a small bubble full of hope. In the vast world, although small, they stand firm, emitting their own light while crumbling.

The disaster situation in Tangzhou City is very serious. Of course, perhaps many places are also seriously affected by the disaster.

The disaster situation in some places was much more serious than that in Tangzhou, such as the surrounding cities.

Xia Meng knew that a big earthquake was going to happen. Although she couldn't say it out loud, she made a lot of preparations secretly.

For example, many safe zones and safe houses were established to allow production equipment in the factory to be moved before an earthquake struck, and many new houses were built to replace the old ones.

All of this requires a lot of money and effort.

The official finances are already tight, and apart from Xia Meng, few cities would go to the trouble of doing these preliminary preparations like Tangzhou.

In addition, Xia Meng also bought a lot of food before the earthquake.

So after the earthquake, although many people were killed, the overall order did not collapse.

Because there are enough tents and food, as long as the people have something to eat to avoid starvation, most of them will not take risks.

Of course, there were also many people who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble, but they were all dealt with by Xia Meng.

In the first life, Xia Meng died when the earthquake just happened.

So, how long will the earthquake last, will there be more earthquakes in the future, and how long will the earthquake outbreak last?

Xia Meng didn’t know these either.

So Xia Meng didn't dare to act rashly.

There are enough tents for now, and living in a tent is not bad. At least you won’t freeze to death. Let’s live in the tent for now.

Just need to resume production as soon as possible.

Although Xia Meng asked people to buy a lot of food, the amount of food that people in the entire area needed to eat every day was simply an astronomical figure.

Many businessmen in Tangzhou were extremely grateful to Xia Meng at this time.

Although when Xia Meng threatened them before, they wanted to kill Xia Meng.

But now the earthquake has really happened, and because of Xia Meng, the equipment in their factory has been preserved, so they began to express their sincere gratitude to Xia Meng.

If it weren't for Xia Meng, with such a big earthquake, the equipment in their factory would have been damaged if it hadn't been moved out in time. By then... the loss would have been immeasurable!

Xia Meng didn't even have time to rest and immediately led people to start rebuilding.

But unexpectedly...

"What?" Xia Meng looked at Ruan Feng in surprise.

"Are there many disasters coming to our Tangzhou?"

Ruan Feng's lips were slightly chapped, and he nodded.

"I just received news that the disaster in the neighboring city was even more serious, and many people died, including officials, so they had almost no way to provide disaster relief. Many victims had no food. They heard that our Tangzhou was less affected, so they came to our side."

"But..." Xia Meng frowned, "The food we have stored is only enough for the people of Tangzhou to eat!"

"Yes," Ruan Feng nodded, "Governor..., why don't we drive them away?"

Xia Meng thought for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, I'll call the leader above."

Ruan Feng nodded.

Xia Meng picked up the phone and called her leader. The call was connected quickly. Xia Meng did not delay and immediately gave a brief report to her leader.

The leader's voice was very tired. "We are trying to solve this problem... but... the disaster is too severe. We will try our best to save it, but the effect..."

Xia Meng understood that this was a case of good intentions but powerlessness!

Xia Meng could understand it. The whole country, perhaps not only the whole country, but also the surrounding countries, and perhaps many countries around the world, had a major earthquake at the same time. In this case...

Who saves whom?

We can only do our best!

After Xia Meng hung up the phone, she said to Ruan Feng,

"First, stop the disaster victims, set up a temporary relief center, and distribute some food for free."

The most critical issue at present is to resume production as soon as possible, otherwise as time goes by, order will collapse little by little.

Even if Tangzhou is fine, the surrounding area is in chaos. Can Tangzhou be okay?

Xia Meng discussed the disaster relief matters with Ruan Feng and then let Ruan Feng get to work.

There are not too many disaster victims coming to Tangzhou. The first batch currently has about 30,000 people!

Xia Meng was worried, so she took a car to the temporary disaster relief area to check the situation.

It was winter and the temperature dropped even lower after dark. When people breathed, they exhaled white smoke that was like smoke and fog and quickly disappeared.

Xia Meng looked at her phone. The current temperature was minus ten degrees Celsius, and the lowest temperature at night was minus fifteen degrees Celsius!

Xia Meng arrived at the disaster relief site and saw busy volunteers and many disaster victims shivering with cold.

When Xia Meng found Ruan Feng, Ruan Feng was on the phone.

Seeing Xia Meng coming, Ruan Feng immediately hung up the phone and said to Xia Meng with a worried look on his face,

"Governor, we are running out of tents!"

Xia Meng thought for a moment and said, "I'll figure out a way to do this."

Xia Meng took out her cell phone and called Du Chanjuan.

Over the years, Du Chanjuan has worked for Xia Meng, and the company has grown bigger and bigger, involving various industries, including a company that produces tents.

After Du Chanjuan received Xia Meng's call, she immediately said,

"We have about 100,000 tents in our warehouse. The production equipment has been reinstalled and we will be able to resume production soon."

"Very good," Xia Meng heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, and the corners of her mouth subconsciously curled up.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Upon hearing this, Du Chanjuan smiled bitterly, "...Not bad!"

"Although it is indeed hard work, work has also helped me find more meaning in life, given me more power, and helped me realize a higher value in life. I... don't regret it!"

I heard Du Chanjuan say to her: I don’t regret it!

Xia Meng subconsciously showed a smile on her face.

"Ok!"

Du Chanjuan, "Just go ahead and do the disaster relief. Things are made to be used by people. I will try my best to provide sufficient supplies."

Xia Meng, "Okay!"

After Du Chanjuan hung up the phone, she immediately arranged for vehicles to transport the supplies. However, due to the earthquake, many roads were damaged, so it would take longer to get there.

The tents are not big. After being set up, they are about ten square meters. But because there are few tents and many victims, they can only accommodate as many victims as possible.

Many of the disaster victims did not know each other and were not familiar with each other, but were placed together, so conflicts were naturally likely to occur.

Xia Meng was arranging the allocation of supplies when she suddenly heard a loud noise.

After hearing this, Xia Meng rushed over immediately and saw a tent surrounded by three layers of enemies. A fierce quarrel came from one of the tents.

"What do you mean yours? This is my house!"

"You're talking nonsense! This is obviously my house!"

"You said it's yours. Do you have any evidence? If you call it, will it respond?"

Ruan Feng also rushed over soon. He stood in front of Xia Meng, asked the crowd to disperse, and squeezed in to check the situation.

When Xia Meng and Ruan Feng entered the tent, they saw the two families confronting each other!

One of the families was a couple in their thirties, and they brought with them a mother who looked to be in her sixties with gray hair.

The other family consisted of a man and a woman in their forties, with two strong teenage sons.

Ruan Feng stood between the two parties and asked them,

"What's going on? What's the quarrel about?"

On the left, a woman in her thirties with short hair immediately said to Ruan Feng in a wronged tone,

"Boss, they are going too far! This box of instant noodles is clearly mine, but they insist on saying it's theirs. This box of instant noodles is the only edible thing left in my house."

The curly-haired woman in her forties on the right immediately shouted,

"Leader, don't listen to their nonsense. This box of instant noodles is obviously mine. How could it be theirs?"

"Leader, you can't believe her. She's lying."

Ruan Feng ignored the woman in her forties and looked at the woman with short hair.

"You said this box of instant noodles belongs to you. Do you have any evidence?"

The woman was stumped by the question and said helplessly,

"This...this instant noodles originally belong to me. Besides, they all look the same. They are my own...things. How can I prove it?"

Ruan Feng looked at the woman in her forties again, "You said it's yours, do you have any evidence?"

The woman chuckled, "Boss, of course I have evidence. Although this box of instant noodles looks intact, there is actually one pack missing. There are 48 packs of instant noodles in a box, and one pack is missing, which means there are 47 packs left. If you don't believe me, just check it out!"

The woman spoke with great confidence.

The short-haired woman was surprised when she heard this.

"This is impossible!"

"This box of instant noodles is our last ration. We are reluctant to eat it unless we have no other choice."

The curly-haired woman laughed triumphantly upon hearing this, and said to Ruan Feng with a very determined tone,

"Boss, why don't you open this box of instant noodles and see if there is a bag missing?"

Hearing this, Ruan Feng turned his head and looked at Xia Meng. They both nodded secretly, and then Ruan Feng opened the box of instant noodles in front of everyone.

After opening it, Ruan Feng took out the instant noodles bag by bag and counted them, and finally counted out 47 bags!

The curly-haired woman immediately laughed triumphantly.

"Hahaha..., I just said there was one bag missing, take a look... everyone take a look."

Everyone nodded, thinking that the box of instant noodles should belong to the curly-haired woman.

The disaster situation is serious now. It is an enviable thing to have a box of instant noodles at home for emergencies.

The curly-haired woman looked at the woman with short hair.

"Did you see clearly? This box of instant noodles belongs to me! It's not yours."

"This..." The short-haired woman stared at the instant noodles in disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

"I..., impossible!" The short-haired woman was so anxious that her eyes turned red. She looked at Ruan Feng helplessly and aggrieved, with a pleading tone.

"Boss, believe me, this box of instant noodles is really mine. It's really mine. I bought it myself!"