Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 891 - 602: Assembly!

As night fell, one mid-size bus after another, along with vans and even motorcycles, rushed to the riverbank.

Secretary Ye personally called and issued the command, and the entire Traffic Police Team of the Linghai Police Bureau was dispatched to maintain traffic order at the main intersections leading to the development zone, ensuring that all soldiers from the Linghai Reserve Camp could arrive at the camp on time.

On Yanjiang Road at the camp’s entrance, three traffic police officers, along with auxiliary police, directed vehicle parking.

The advance troops had already set off; the main forces were about to depart, but those traveling by water wouldn’t be able to leave until tomorrow night at the earliest.

Nearly a hundred reserve soldiers couldn’t go, but they still had to assemble today. After the main forces were sent off, they would remain to assist the waterborne support fleet in loading various rescue supplies onto the ships.

A military transfer official jumped off the mid-size bus and began organizing the formation, checking uniforms once the formation was done, then shouted "one-two-one" as the team ran into the camp.

"One-two-one, halt!"

After issuing the command, the military transfer official adjusted his camouflage uniform and ran alone to Han Yu, who was holding a file and wearing a red armband, standing at attention and saluting: "Reporting to the duty officer, the reserve soldiers from the Linghai City Environmental Protection Bureau have arrived to report, seven should be here, actually six are present. Please advise!"

Han Yu returned the salute while recording the headcount and ordered: "Lead your team to receive gear, once you’ve received it, hurry up and eat."

"Yes!"

The military transfer official saluted again, then turned around and led six cadre warriors from the Environmental Protection Bureau, running to the cafeteria entrance to collect blankets, bed sheets, and other gear.

Tasks are executed in units like companies or squads, but reporting is based on the work unit or the town street from which they came.

The Environmental Protection Bureau "delegation" had just left when another military transfer official arrived: "Reporting to the duty officer, the reserve soldiers from the Linghai Police Bureau are here to report, eighteen should be here, actually fifteen are present. Please advise!"

The Environmental Protection Bureau was expected to have seven people, but only six showed up.

The Police Bureau was even worse, expected to have eighteen people, but only fifteen turned up. What’s going on?

Secretary Ye hadn’t expected them to drop the ball at a crucial moment and immediately frowned.

Captain Xia had been notified of the situation earlier and calmly checked the briefing folder that Chief of Staff Cui handed him. He said: "Secretary Ye, there’s one Environmental Protection Bureau officer attending business training in Jiangcheng, and one Police Bureau officer is executing a capture mission out of town."

"What about the other two?" Secretary Ye asked quietly.

"The other two are auxiliary police; one resigned a few days ago to work in Shenzhen and is currently unreachable. One is hospitalized due to illness and just underwent surgery."

"Does Salted Fish know?"

"Yes."

Upon realizing these were special circumstances, Secretary Ye’s expression wasn’t as severe as before.

The "delegation" from the Linghai City Water Resources Bureau had arrived.

They were followed by Linghai City Health Bureau, Linghai City Urban Management Bureau, Linghai Port Tug Company, Linghai Shipbuilding Factory...

Those who received the order and reported almost immediately were all from Linghai; why was this camp called Binjiang Flood Control Rescue Camp?

Thinking of this, Secretary Ye instinctively turned to look at Old Ge, who was busy with something.

It was evident that utilizing those two old foxes was the right decision. Old Ge was seen circling around the Binjiang TV Station reporter who was filming, while Old Wang was nowhere to be found; however, it’s certain that he was preparing to reclaim the Red Flag, though it wasn’t clear what Old Wang was planning.

"Xiao Liu, is the lighting sufficient now? If not, I can call an electrician to install another sun lamp."

"It’s perfect now, thank you, Director Ge."

"No need to thank me; it’s my duty to serve well."

Old Ge confirmed that the "sun lamps" temporarily found at a nearby construction site had a significant impact and was about to ask the filming reporters what services they required when Deputy Minister Yang from the Linghai Municipal Committee Propaganda Department hurried over, pulling him aside.

Old Ge questioned irritably: "What is it? I’m busy here."

Deputy Minister Yang glanced at the city leaders standing at the door of the camp office, handed over a briefcase, and smiled: "Secretary Ye sent me to find you. The bag contains two phones and six batteries. You and Secretary Wang should each take one. There’s also ten thousand yuan. You’re an experienced leader; you know best how to use the funds."

That’s more like it.

Asking me to handle such major affairs without a phone was inconvenient, and without funding, nothing could be accomplished.

Old Ge was delighted, took the bag, and smiled: "We’re here for flood control and rescue; what do we do if we run out of money and have no receipts?"

"No worries, I’ll figure something out when the time comes."

"That’s good."

"Director Ge, you know my phone number. If there’s anything or any need, call me anytime."

"Got it. I’m off to work."

Vice Mayor Qin didn’t know what Old Ge was up to and noticed that many of the reporting reservists didn’t rush to receive bed linens and sheets but instead went to fetch luggage from vehicles parked outside the camp.

Some reservists used bags issued by the Armed Forces Department when they enlisted, but most used all kinds of travel bags and some even luggage with wheels.

Vice Mayor Qin immediately turned: "Secretary Ye, take a look at the bags the comrades are using—there’s quite a variety!"

Secretary Ye was momentarily stunned and then realized: "They’re not uniform, and such inconsistency not only looks bad but also fails to reflect the excellent demeanor of our Linghai Reserve Camp."

"Your Linghai Armed Forces Department warehouse should have packages."

"Xiao Liu, call Minister Yang to ask where he is, and inquire if the Armed Forces Department has larger packages. Even small satchels are to be asked about. If they have any, ask Minister Yang to arrange it immediately."

"Yes." Secretary Liu responded and hurried to the back dormitory to make the call.

...

At 8:36, six trucks carrying excavators, loaders, bulldozers, and two oddly shaped dump trucks, as well as various engineering equipment, returned under the escort of police cars from the Water Police Station.

A mobilization oath ceremony will be held later, so the scene must be set up properly.

Chief of Staff Cui, accompanied by two staff officers, immediately went to meet them and directed the Port Authority drivers to park.

Meanwhile, the excavator confiscated by Customs, two loaders sent by Changzhou and Gaoru, and the forklift from Changzhou were all loaded onto vehicles and parked together under Chief of Staff Cui’s directions.

The cadre from the Development Zone Management Committee and Sanhe Street swarmed forward, hanging large banners with the words "When one place is in trouble, support comes from all directions" and "United we stand, fighting the flood" on a row of large flatbed trucks, along with red flags of "Binjiang Flood Control Rescue Camp," "Heroic Assault Battalion," and "Red Saber Battalion."

Han Yu was busy climbing up and down, checking if the engineering vehicles and machinery were securely fastened.

Those banners and flags were urgently ordered in the afternoon.

Without the words "Linghai," Secretary Ye and Mayor Qian found it quite unsatisfactory.

However, they were not worried because at this very moment, in the street behind Linghai Bus Station, a Zhehai business owner specializing in making banners, slogans, and flags was still producing various items with "Linghai elements" for the Linghai Reserve Camp about to depart.

The Propaganda Department had arranged for cadres to be stationed in the shop, ensuring that everything would be completed before 9:30.

Secretary Lu, Mayor Wang, and Military District Commander Wang were only here to see the troops off and would not accompany the main force or go to Beihu for flooding control.

Once the transferring troops and the convoy carrying construction machinery equipment were out of Binjiang, the senior expert Old Wang, who was going with the main force to Beihu, would definitely remove Binjiang’s flags and replace them with Linghai’s.

According to Old Ge, that old fox, the Binjiang Flood Control Rescue Camp only exists in orders and documents. Once they leave Binjiang, there won’t be a Binjiang Flood Control Rescue Camp, only the Linghai Reserve Camp!

Secretary Ye was pondering whether Old Ge and Old Wang could remove Binjiang from the orders and documents when Huang Yuanchang, the Deputy Director of the Changhang Bureau Policy and Regulations Department, who had previously threatened him, unexpectedly watched the construction machinery being loaded onto the flatbed trucks with tears streaming down his face.

The two large excavators looked quite spectacular.

The two strange-looking Volvo articulated dump trucks, resembling large tractors, were quite striking at first glance. But being someone who had seen much of the world, he was not moved to tears so easily.

Secretary Ye cleared his throat, unable to resist asking, "Director Huang, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing, I’m... I’m happy."

"Happy?"

"With such advanced equipment, as long as it can be safely transferred to Jingjiang, it will undoubtedly play a huge role and certainly be of great help!"

Huang Yuanchang couldn’t control his mix of excitement and distress and wiped away a tear, choking up as he said, "Mayor Qin, Secretary Ye, Secretary Qian, you may not know, I was urgently reassigned from the flood-damaged riverbank to Binjiang to seek your aid.

Over a hundred cadres and workers shoveling sand and filling sandbags, carrying them up to the embankment, stacking them up, with hands worn out, and shoulders swollen; they dare not leave the frontline even with high fever.

Despite risking it all, over a hundred of us worked for seven days, constructing a sub-dam of less than four hundred meters long and two meters wide out of sandbags. With this equipment, we could reinforce and elevate a four hundred-meter embankment in less than half a day."

"You’ve worked hard."

"Hard work doesn’t matter, I’m just afraid we’ll still lose it in the end. Secretary Ye, you haven’t seen the water level on our side; the river water is higher than the original riverbank, relying entirely on new sandbags. One wave could smash over the embankment..."

Huang Yuanchang couldn’t continue and covered his mouth for fear of crying out loud.

Recalling the heart-stopping scenes from commanding against tidal waves on the seawall last year, Secretary Ye empathetically patted him on the shoulder, "Director Huang, I understand. There’s water and a washbasin in the office, go wash your face and calm down. You’ll need to speak in a moment."

"Secretary Ye, I’d rather not."

"No, Secretary Lu insisted you must speak."

"Okay, I’ll go in first."

"Go ahead."

After Huang Yuanchang entered the office, Secretary Ye took a few deep breaths and softly said, "Mayor Qian, early tomorrow we must mobilize all Party cadres to make donations. Check if there’s more room in the budget to squeeze out some funds, procure more relief supplies, and get them shipped before sunset tomorrow, so that Old Ge can take them to support the affected people."

Heavy rains have poured across various regions recently, causing ongoing crises.

Last night I watched the news. The announcer said there are 430 major rivers nationally over warning levels, 33 at historic maximum flow, affecting 38 million people!

In such disasters of this magnitude, donations are inevitable.

Even if we don’t donate now, an upper-level mandate will require it soon.

Rather than having it tallied as a Binjiang statistic later, it’s better to donate sooner and convert it into relief supplies, allowing Deputy Mayor Shen, Old Ge, and Old Wang to represent Linghai in aiding Beihu.

Mayor Qian thought Secretary Ye’s idea was good and said, "The finance department should be able to spare fifty thousand."

Secretary Ye nodded, thought for a moment, and added, "If tomorrow we don’t have time to procure supplies, let Salted Fish take the reserved supplies from a few other towns, and replenishment can be made with procurement once donations are collected."