BSI Chapter 287 Chapter 287, Typhoon Lima 2
Chapter 287 Chapter 287, Typhoon Lima 2
Chapter 287 Chapter 287, Typhoon Lima 2
"However, this kind of super typhoon is rare, and it only lands head-on once in a few years. You don't have to pay too much attention to it. I have only encountered it a few times since I was a child."
Seeing Lin Xiaojian's discouraged look, Boss Zhang quickly comforted him.
"Ah."
Lin Xiaojian nodded, such a trivial matter would not bother him.Now is the time for him to produce results, how big a gust of wind can be.
After Boss Zhang left, he and Xiaohu took more than half an hour to move all the equipment back home. At this time, they were glad that they did not sell the electric tricycle as scrap.
Aunt Feng was sent back early by him, and Xiaohu asked him to go home early after moving things.A few days ago, I was looking forward to earning [-] yuan a month, but today I was beaten back to my original shape. I only earn some wages after working hard for a day, and I probably won’t make any money tomorrow.
In the evening, the wind outside became stronger and stronger, the glass was blown loudly, and the light rain kept falling. I couldn't believe that the day before yesterday was sunny and the temperature was over 30 degrees Celsius.
The typhoon's landfall location has also been officially determined. It landed in Qingfeng City, south of Fengzhou, at about 12 o'clock in the evening, with a wind force of 17.
Ye Chao sent Lin Xiaojian a WeChat message saying that he would not be back at night and that all middle-level and above cadres would stay in the factory to fight against the typhoon. Lin Xiaojian was the only one left in the room.Hearing the rain and wind outside and the banging on the windows, he actually felt a little bit of fear in his heart.
In the circle of friends, there are satellite cloud images everywhere. You can see that Lima's wind circle sweeps the entire East China Sea, and even the distant magic capital is shrouded in its wind range.Netizens in Shanghai are overjoyed, it's so hot there these days.
When it was ten o'clock in the evening, the wind suddenly increased. Even though the windows were closed, it seemed that someone was slapping their hands outside, making non-stop bangs and bangs.From time to time, there was the sound of electric cars falling to the ground, the crisp sound of glass breaking, and the howling of wild dogs. There was a feeling of doomsday in a trance.
He tried to go to bed early, but the noise outside was too loud. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down. Finally, he felt drowsy and drowsy. When he was about to fall asleep, someone's glass burst.A crisp sound was spread throughout the third group of Beishan Village by the strong wind. The ferocious sound made people wake up from the twilight, so they had to turn on their mobile phones to watch the news. The circle of friends was full of weather forecasters, and the first floor of the low-lying area began to accumulate water.
"Is your house okay?"
Qingfeng City is Xiao Yuer's hometown, Lin Xiaojian must take care of it.
"My parents said it's okay. They live on the 6th floor. Water and food were prepared at home yesterday. There is nothing to worry about."
Fengzhou locals have rich experience in dealing with typhoons. Yu Zitong received many concerns from out-of-town classmates and friends tonight, and Lin Xiaojian's concern made her particularly concerned.
Seeing that Xiao Yu'er's tone was very relaxed, and that he was more prepared than himself, Lin Xiaojian felt relieved.
Tonight, regardless of whether they are locals or foreigners, as long as they live in Fengzhou, they are constantly refreshing typhoon-related messages on their mobile phones.Even in the group of high school classmates who hadn't spoken for a long time, there were people bubbling up, caring about a few old classmates in Fengzhou, Liu Ting and Lin Sisi from @ thanked them for their concern one by one.
In the era of mobile Internet, information is highly developed, and everyone can obtain information instantly from the Internet. Netizens are busier than leaders, and every group is sharing the path map of the typhoon.Until 11:30, seven or eight APPs were suddenly pushed at the same time, and all the groups on WeChat frantically flashed new news—the super typhoon Lima landed in Qingfeng City!
After receiving this news, countless people finally breathed a sigh of relief. The matter they have been concerned about has been confirmed. It seems that a scene can come to an end.The amazing thing is that shortly after receiving this message, the wind outside the window suddenly slowed down, and it was so quiet that even the rain stopped.
It was rare to be quiet, Lin Xiaojian quickly turned off his mobile phone, took a deep breath and focused on sleep.When he woke up the next day, he hurriedly stood by the bed and looked out the window. The wind and sea were calm, only the leaves on the glass recorded the fierce wind last night.Occasionally, there would be a sound of wind from the cracked windows, but it was already at the end of its strength, and the wind had weakened so badly that it was completely incomparable to the violent storm last night.
When I went to the balcony and looked at the ground, the road was in a mess, the trees were tilted, and a few small saplings were uprooted and thrown more than ten meters away.If the equipment hadn't been moved back, it would have been more or less auspicious. If Captain Wang hadn't reminded him, he probably wouldn't have imagined that the typhoon would be so fierce.
Back on the bed, I picked up my phone and watched the news. The typhoon had passed Qingfeng City and was pouring rain into the upstream city.Looking through Moments, everyone seems to have nothing to lose, and they are all complaining about the thunder and rain.I don't know what time Brother Chao came back. He was already sound asleep on the bed, and the factory should be affected to a limited extent. He worked all night in vain.
Apart from rising water levels in the Beishan River and damage to trees on the streets, the typhoon did not leave much trace.
"A typhoon of level 17 is nothing more than that."
Lin Xiaojian heaved a sigh of relief, there was still a little wind and rain outside, in his opinion, this was insignificant.
"It looks like the stall will be ready tonight."
He thought optimistically that there might not be too many people going out today due to the impact of the typhoon, but he had to go back early to rebuild the stall and resume business, maybe Tong Bin could bring in a few takeaway orders.
He sent a message to Xiaohu, asking him to come to his house at 3 p.m. to move the equipment together.They were closed last night and at noon, which means that both Xiaohu and Aunt Feng had a day off, and they just used up their vacation share for this month.
After moving the equipment once yesterday, it is much easier to move today.Garbage is everywhere in the market. There are only four bare iron bars standing on Xiaolin Malatang's stall. Some stall owners didn't move the tables and chairs back. The strong wind blows all over the ground, and most of them are thrown A broken leg is a big loss.
Putting the equipment back to the original place, Lin Xiaojian borrowed electrical equipment from the factory, and reconnected the three-phase electricity according to the method he learned from Boss Zhang yesterday.
He checked it again, reopened it, still no response.
A few drops of sweat dripped from Lin Xiaojian's forehead, and he didn't know what went wrong.He decided to try again, and if it didn't work, he would trouble Boss Zhang again.
"Boss Lin, the line was damaged by the typhoon. Stop working and wait for the power company to repair it."
After struggling for the third time and still getting no response, he was about to call Boss Zhang when he heard a reminder from a passing stall owner.
"Ah? This..."
"power failure?"
Lin Xiaojian, who experienced a typhoon for the first time, was stunned for a moment, not thinking about it at all.Although he grew up in a remote village, the infrastructure construction has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past ten years, and there are few power outages in mountainous areas. He did not expect such a situation.
He went outside the market to have a look. There was a broken wire on the tall utility pole, drooping. It was really a wiring problem, so it was useless to call Boss Zhang.
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