Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

The energetic Ji Shumiao spent the entire night as an internet troll. He lay down to sleep for two hours at daybreak and woke up feeling energetic again.

Great, I already have all the necessary qualities of a successful person—more energy than ordinary people!

Especially after knowing that there would be no divine punishment for changing the fate of others, Ji Shumiao was full of energy and even ate two more curry beef buns for breakfast.

The whole family ate breakfast while watching the morning news, which naturally reported the latest situation in the disaster area.

There were continuous aftershocks last night and residents spent the night in fear in tents in the earthquake-proof safety zone.

In the warm tents, the elderly people who were watching over the sleeping children were chatting quietly; outside the tents, the women were busy making fires and cooking; the men were slaughtering the livestock that had been transferred together yesterday, preparing a snack later; some half-grown children put fruit and bread in the PLA rest area, threw them down and ran away; in the temporary medical tents, medical staff were bandaging and changing the dressings for the wounded...

The person in charge of the earthquake-proof safety zone said: "At present, there are sufficient daily necessities and order is in place. Please rest assured, people across the country."

The scene changed, and on the national highway leading to the epicenter, excavators were working non-stop, and the engineering corps was working hard to clear the road.

On the other hand, international rescue teams from various countries have arrived in various provinces and cities...

Everything seemed perfect, but Ji Shumiao sensed the undercurrent beneath the calm. How could one expect tens of millions of people to have brains when faced with a natural disaster?

There are so many troubles and conflicts that are not reported in the news.

As for supplies, Ji Shumiao estimated that the supplies in each shockproof safety zone could last for three to five days at most.

The TV screen changed and switched to the studio. The female anchor, who was usually calm and dignified, showed a trace of sadness: "As of 7 o'clock this morning, 89 people have been confirmed dead, 1643 people have been injured, and 23 people are missing in this geological disaster, of which more than 70% are..."

In a natural disaster of that severity, casualties are inevitable, and a double-digit death toll is already a blessing.

Ji Shumiao sighed for sacrifice and threw away all psychological burdens. This was already the best result.

Grandma asked: "Are you two going to school today? Will lunch be delivered to the company or school?"

Ji Shumiao: "I won't go. I need to allocate disaster relief supplies. The departmental reform of Shuxianghe is also on the agenda. I have a video conference with Liao Da today."

The relief supplies purchased by Ji Shumiao were transported to the closer Chutuo County in advance. Chutuo County felt the earthquake strongly but was not affected. Everything was normal. Ji Shumiao's previous plan was: if an earthquake occurred, those would be relief supplies. If an earthquake did not occur, they would be donated directly to Chutuo County.

The departmental reform plan of Shu Xianghe was already discussed by the brother and sister. Previously, the Matcha factory undertook almost all the work, and the company in Beijing was just an empty shell, only occasionally receiving one or two consultation calls.

As the production scale of the matcha factory continued to expand, Liao Da was overwhelmed and reform was imperative. All work other than production should be transferred to the company level, and the matcha factory that Liao Da was in charge of would only be responsible for production-related work in the future.

Work transfer, personnel changes, insufficient office space... There are so many things to do, and I will be busy for a while.

Lang Ge looked depressed: "I have to go. I have a mock exam tomorrow, so I have to go to school today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Shumiao took half a salted duck egg and put it on his plate, smiling maliciously: "Good luck on the exam~"

Brother Lang stared at the half salted duck egg, his eyes sparkling.

Ji Shiqian's fatherly love rarely emerged: "Then Miaomiao will take the driver's car to the company later. Your aunt and I will send Langge to school and then go back to the brick factory."

Brick factory?

Brick factory!

Ji Shumiao's eyes widened, and his expression was as if he had just found out that his family owned a brick factory.

What does post-disaster reconstruction require? Building materials!

But Ji Shumiao couldn't make this money. It was not cost-effective to transport low-priced and heavy goods like bricks and tiles over long distances. There was no profit at all if they were transported from Hebei to Sichuan!

She should have bought a brick factory, building materials factory or something like that there in advance!

Why can't we learn from Lu Bing and that old fox, do practical work and make profits? After all, the old ones are the wisest!

In just a few seconds, Ji Shumiao's thoughts turned into a thousand twists and turns, and finally turned into deep regret, and he pounded his thigh in remorse!

“Ouch—” Brother Lang howled in pain, holding his thigh and roaring at her: “Hit yourself!”

Ji Shumiao replied as a matter of course: "It hurts if you hit yourself."

You cannot greet the other person's relatives, or they will slap you in the face; you cannot give the other person the middle finger, or their good uncle will cut off your finger.

Only one index finger extended from his clenched fist. Ji Shulang gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh word that had no deterrent effect: "Ji Miaomiao, just wait for me!"

Ji Shumiao: “Hehe~”

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After a whole day of meetings, Ji Shumiao, feeling dizzy and confused, did not choose to go home but went to Tonghuali. There was no other way, because the computers here had high configurations, fast Internet speeds, and loud keyboard sounds. Cursing people online was like adding a buff.

The other classmates had not finished school yet, so Ji Shumiao took out the key, opened the door, changed into slippers and walked inside.

We have never hired a cleaning service here, but the place is always clean and tidy whenever we come. I don't know how Zhou Hui finds time to clean every day.

Ji Shumiao hummed a cheerful tune and turned on his personal computer: "Ah~ Let me see which unlucky idiot's comments I saw?"

[Blood Baptism]: Am I the only one who thinks this is a conspiracy? How could such a large geological disaster be predicted a month in advance? Current technology is simply not up to this level, it can only be man-made!

[一Ａ喵了]: Ah, yes, yes, yes, everyone else is drunk but you are sober, the whole world is turbid but you are clear, you have seen all this. To be honest, I am the instigator. I buried an earthworm in the local area one year in advance, and fed it with good food and drink every day. When it grew fat, I let it turn over, and the earthquake happened just like that!

[Zongma Tianxia]: It's too small, the pattern is small. They knew there would be a big disaster so early, why didn't they evacuate all the people in advance? Before, they restricted the people from leaving, and only allowed the rich and powerful to leave. Seeing the children in the disaster area starving, my heart hurts like a knife... [heartbroken][heartbroken][heartbroken]

【一Ａ妙了】: Wow, wow, I saw a living Buddha. If you were born a few years earlier, you would have been the one to sit on the Leshan Giant Buddha when Tang Monk went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. Dunhuang doesn’t have as many murals as you. Living Buddha, why don’t you transform into more than 40 million arms to pull one citizen out of the disaster area with one hand, and turn your keyboard into Noah’s Ark, so that they can all be saved. Oh, you don’t have so many arms, Nezha has three heads and six arms, but you have one head and two arms, no wonder you think this way, it’s normal for someone like you to think this way. [Smile]

[夜雨飘雪]: Who in my family understands? I am really speechless. I just saw someone say that a company donated supplies and also donated sanitary napkins. What stupid company donated such useless and space-consuming things? They should have donated more boxes of instant noodles. It’s so funny. I have been having my period for more than ten years. I always use paper to block it, or go to the toilet to discharge it when I feel it’s coming. I never use sanitary napkins. It saves money and resources, and I am still alive and kicking.

As the boss of the "stupid enterprise" that donated sanitary napkins, Ji Shumiao had a heart attack, laughed angrily, and typed: Haha, you are really a dung beetle wearing a mask, so shameless. Even through the network cable, I am about to vomit at the stench of manliness on you. You haven't had your period for a day, but you just understand, better than anyone else! Why do you care so much about sanitary napkins because you almost got your period? If you are speechless, go learn sign language. Do you want me to teach you? It's so funny, come here and kowtow to your ancestors, let me see how filial you are? Our people are brave and kind, but you, a Muggle, have lost your conscience. Fortunately, the national policy is good now, so that you, a thing with congenital stunting, can have a minimum living allowance, and all kinds of monsters, ghosts, crooked melons and jujubes can be raised. In the past, your thing could only be thrown into the dry toilet as farmyard fertilizer...

The purpose of quarreling is not to reason or convince the other party, but to piss the other party off to death.

[Nako Hayakawa]: Let's analyze it rationally. They knew the earthquake would happen at least a month ago, so there must be relevant institutions that have mastered the earthquake prediction technology that has not been made public. Many countries in the world suffer from earthquake disasters. I call for the disclosure of this technology to benefit all mankind.

Ji Shumiao frowned, his mind skipped a beat - Oh no, this is directed at me!

Ji Shumiao looked through the comments below and found that many people expressed strong support.

Should I scold this? How should I scold this?

Ji Shumiao was just holding up his head and thinking, when he heard the sound of a door opening, and Zhou Hui, looking haggard, walked out of the room.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two asked in unison.