Very Secretary

  Very Secretary-Chapter 927 Typhoon Strikes

  Shuanghuang's rain was even heavier. Lu Jianhong got out of the car and came to the residence. After such a short distance, he was wet.

  As soon as he dried his wet hair with a dry towel, An Ran called and asked him why he didn't bring winter clothes.

  Lu Jianhong smiled and said, "An Ran, don't you want me to go back?"

  An Ran said with a smile: "What are you thinking about? You are so busy, you don't have much time to come back, at least until the Spring Festival, what will you do when it's cold?"

  Lu Jianhong couldn't help but said, "You, you are really thoughtful. The weather here in Shuanghuang is very warm. If it's really cold, I don't believe Shuanghuang still doesn't have cotton coats for sale. But thank you for being so meticulous."

  The two chatted casually about the children and family matters, and hung up the phone.

  Lu Jianhong was used to the days when there was a hostess in this room, but now that it was suddenly empty, Lu Jianhong couldn't help but feel bleak. And the storm outside the window pushed this bleakness to the extreme.

   Habitually lit a cigarette, only took two puffs before snuffing it out in the ashtray. When An Ran was here, if there were no guests, it would be impossible for Lu Jianhong to get a smoking permit. Suddenly without An Ran's nagging, Lu Jianhong felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that he still had the syndrome of visiting relatives.

   The refrigerator was empty. Lu Jianhong ate a lot of meat during the holidays, and it didn't taste much, but it was true that he was hungry.

   Cooked instant noodles, which was regarded as the completion of the dinner task, and turned on the TV while holding the bowl to watch.

   It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you can't help being surprised when you see it. These days in Hongshan, he didn't pay attention to the weather in Shuanghuang. He just read the weather forecast and said that there will be heavy rain in the Shuanghuang area in the next two days, and there will be heavy rain in some areas, so he needs to take precautions in advance.

Lu Jianhong turned down the volume of the TV, took out her mobile phone, and was about to call Pan Shunli. After thinking about it, she needed to hold a meeting to study this work and deploy relevant emergency measures. Obviously, it doesn't work.

  Thinking of this, Lu Jianhong called the municipal party committee office, but no one answered after calling three times in a row.

  Lu Jianhong was furious and immediately called Chen Guodong's cell phone.

  Chen Guodong was eating. Seeing that it was Lu Jianhong's call, he quickly put down his chopsticks and said, "Secretary Lu, hello."

   "Notify all the standing committee members to convene the standing committee meeting, the time..." Lu Jianhong looked at his watch and said, "Eight o'clock sharp. In the meeting room on the third floor of the Municipal Committee, we will also notify the relevant personnel from the Meteorological Bureau to attend."

   Putting down the phone, he could hear Lu Jianhong's angry tone. Chen Guodong didn't dare to neglect, and asked Xu Daojuan to hand him the bag while dialing the phone.

   "Why are you having a meeting so late?" Xu Daojuan complained in a low voice, "It's raining so hard, how did you get there?"

  Chen Guodong waved his hands and said, "Close the windows at home. It's raining so hard that it won't stop for a while."

Lu Jianhong drove the car and arrived at the municipal party committee. Jiang Feihe, the secretary general of the municipal party committee, had already arrived. Lu Jianhong glanced at him, walked upstairs non-stop, and said as he walked, "Feihe, you are in charge of arranging the duty during the National Day." right?"

Seeing that Lu Jianhong's face was as dark as the sky outside, Jiang Feihe hurriedly reported: "I just asked Secretary General Xu that the wife of the staff member who was supposed to be on duty today had a baby, and the comrades who were changing shifts were blocked by the rain on the road ,not yet."

  Lu Jianhong snorted coldly, walked straight to the conference room without saying a word.

  Jiang Feihe followed behind. Since Lu Jianhong started working in Shuanghuang, he had never seen Lu Jianhong's face look so ugly, but he didn't take it seriously.

Chen Guodong memorized the phone numbers of the members of the Standing Committee by heart, and when the taxi arrived at the municipal committee, the phone call was over. When he passed the duty room, he found that the door was ajar and not closed properly, so he took it with him, habitually I took a look inside and found that the light on the fax machine was blinking. I turned on the light and took a look, and there was a page of fax.

   Picking it up and looking at it, Chen Guodong couldn't help being startled. He quickly picked up the fax and went to the office. Lu Jianhong was not there, so he went to the meeting room on the third floor.

  Lu Jianhong was talking with Jiang Feihe inside.

   There was a light knock on the door, and Chen Guodong walked in.

  Lu Jianhong nodded and said, "Already notified?"

   "Notification has been made." Chen Guodong replied, stepped forward quickly, and handed the fax to Lu Jianhong.

  Lu Jianhong's face turned green when he saw it.

The fax was an urgent telegram from the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee, informing Shuanghuang that there would be heavy rain and that typhoon No. 7 "Jasli" had landed and was advancing towards Shuanghuang at a speed of eight kilometers per hour. It was estimated that it would reach Shuanghuang at noon tomorrow. , requiring the Shuanghuang Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government to do a good job in emergency response to ensure the safety of people's lives and property.

   Check the time again, it was sent at five o'clock in the afternoon. It was almost eight o'clock now, and there was a "gap" in the three hours. If I was still in Hongshan now, if I didn't see the news report by chance, something big might happen.

  At this time, footsteps sounded in the corridor, Mayor Pan Shunli walked in first, and said, "Secretary Lu, when did you come back?"

  Lu Jianhong didn't speak, but just passed the fax in his hand and said, "Did the city government receive it?"

  Pan Shunli took the fax and looked at it, his expression changed involuntarily, he put away his relaxed look just now, and became serious.

   Not a moment later, Sun Yuanliang, the executive deputy mayor in charge of water conservancy, came, and then the relevant standing committee members came one after another.

  Lu Jianhong glanced at the time. It was already eight o'clock, and the propaganda minister Wang Weiguo hadn't arrived yet.

Lu Jianhong coughed lightly, and said, "It's time. We're meeting now. If you don't come, don't wait. I just received an urgent fax from the Provincial Party Committee Office. Typhoon No. 7 will arrive at Shuanghuang at noon tomorrow. I want to ask Ask, Mayor Sun, how are the relevant emergency preparations going?"

  Sun Yuanliang didn't expect Lu Jianhong to attack him directly. He was startled for a moment and said, "During this period of every year, there will be typhoons in Shuanghuang. Every county and every township has relevant emergency plans."

   "That's it? It's over?" Lu Jianhong said with anger. He was indeed very angry. On the one hand, it was because the on-duty staff was off duty. On the other hand, he and Pan Shunli were not locals and did not understand the situation. Sun Yuanliang was a local, especially since there would be typhoons every year. As a deputy, They should report their work to Pan Shunli in a timely manner, so as to plan ahead and plan ahead.

  " Director Huang, what do you think of this typhoon?" Lu Jianhong asked Huang Benxin, director of the Municipal Meteorological Bureau, the question.

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