"Don't listen? We may still be able to do flash flood model calculations, logistics transfers, etc., but bombing a dam is a professional technology that cannot be carried out without the presence of experts in engineering blasting!"

"Minister, I am telling the truth. If you want to save the people in the lower reaches of West Bengal, destroying the dam in advance and draining the water is the fastest and only way!"

Anurag reached out and grabbed Gu Ji's face, then pinched his own face.

"Okay Prime Minister, everyone, that's it for today's meeting!"

The director of the Disaster Management Bureau looked at the messy and empty conference room awkwardly and laughed twice.

Now, under his influence, the central cabinet government has agreed to most of his disaster management strategies.

Seeing that Gu Ji's expression didn't look like he was lying, Anurag was completely shocked. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said:

"Is this true? I don't believe it."

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the door. Outside the door were Anurag and Fatima.

"Your name is Vidi, right? I heard that you attended the Prime Minister's staff meeting last night?"

Fatima joked a few words from the side.

"The impact of the Yiptai Dam bombing is too great, too many people need to be relocated, and the government needs to spend too much money, and the gain outweighs the loss!"

Fatima raised her head, revealing her beautiful jawline, and actually put her hand on his shoulder, "Go to rest early, we have to make plans tomorrow!"

Until the assistant secretary left.

But now, with an all-round talent like Gu Ji at their disposal, they can make their own plans without having to share the credit with other departments.

After entering the room, Gu Ji lay on the bed, thinking carefully about how to obtain cooperation opportunities with the Mountain Division's special border troops.

The division of labor among the three is also very clear.

He decided to leave the finance, taxation, water conservancy, engineering and other departments and go it alone.

Only the director of the Disaster Management Bureau, Anurag and others were left, their faces turning green and white, and their hearts burning.

Seeing that they could complete the plan on their own, especially since Gu Ji knew how to blast, the director expressed his full support with the same horrified expression as Anurag, and sent four more technicians and a secretary to assist them in calculating the data.

In the evening, the orange-red sunset was gradually obscured by clouds, and the temperature in the conference room also dropped.

Gu Ji raised his head, saw this scene, and raised his wrist.

"It's almost time. The tropical storm should have landed in the Bay of Bengal by this time..."
Chapter completed!