Lao Chen said: "Actually, I came a little late, and it's similar to yours. When I came, Lao Wang and Lao Liu both drank it. Now our work is too difficult, and there is no shortage of products at all. When I was working at Xiakou Arsenal, the products were almost done, so who cares about so many? I think the quality products at Xiakou Arsenal were not even qualified here."

Lao Liu also replied: "Actually, this is also a good thing. Look at the things we use now, which one is not strong and durable. The factory's products are of good quality and everyone agrees that as long as the products are produced, there is a shortage of supply. It is said that the steel plates we rolled are directly used for tanks made in the Saer Empire."

"Who said no, everyone is more serious about their work, which is good for everyone." Lao Wang also said: "Last month, my brother-in-law came to write a letter saying that he was in a cotton mill in Nanhua City. Now he can't sell anything, and the boss is worried."

"Why don't you let him come to the SAR? Our textile factory in our SAR is very prosperous." Lao Zhang suggested.

"Of course I said that, and he promised to come as soon as possible. I will go to the immigration office to register tomorrow and give him a guarantee." Lao Wang said.

Four good workers were chatting, and suddenly heard a pleasant voice in their ears: "Dear listeners, this is Zhongchuan Radio Station, and now I will release the latest news. Just two hours ago, a magnitude 8.5 earthquake occurred in Haiyuan City, Western Regions Province. According to statistics, the local losses are heavy, and hundreds of thousands of people are expected to be killed or trapped. The military of the SAR has rushed to rescue as soon as possible. The government called on the general public to donate money, goods and materials to do their part to the people in the disaster area."

"How big is an earthquake of magnitude 8.5?" Because this was the first time that the earthquake was broadcast on the radio, Old Chen couldn't understand these professional terms and asked immediately.

In fact, not to mention Old Chen, most of the people present could not understand. A teacher who was like a teacher pushed his eyes and said, "I tell you, magnitude 8.5 can be a big earthquake. It is said that houses will collapse if the earthquake exceeds 7. When our general leader was still Taotai, there was a major earthquake in the northern border. That time, Taotai sent troops to rescue him."

"Yes." Someone continued: "How big was that earthquake?"

"It is said that it is only level 7.5." said the teacher.

"Oh, so the earthquake in Haiyuan is so big. I think we should also express our opinions?" Lao Zhang exclaimed and asked several brothers.

"Yes, they are all people in the SAR, that's brothers and sisters. When the people of Haiyuan are in trouble, how can we not help?" Lao Wang waved his hand and said, "I think we will all go, donate all the money we have on, and then see what else can we do. If we need manpower, I will go to Haiyuan without saying a word."

"Yes, let's go together." Lao Liu also stood up, and then Lao Zhang and Lao Chen agreed. The four of them quickly walked out of the teahouse and walked towards the government door designated by the radio station.

"Let's go and see. Everyone is from the Special Administrative Region. You can't wait to die." Someone in the teahouse took the lead, and others responded one after another. Soon everyone in the teahouse left the table and ran out in a mess, even the teacher was the same. In just a few minutes, the originally bustling teahouse was empty, and a few guys quickly packed up their things.

The teahouse owner looked anxiously at the street and turned around and said, "You look at the store, I'll go and have a look." While he spoke, he took out the money box for collection. He wanted to grab a handful of money from it, but the boss thought about it and gritted his teeth and picked it up and left.

"Boss, don't interfere, we also want to do our part. Can we let us go together?" a guy stopped the boss and said.

"Yes, boss, we want to go too. I saw that no one came in the store for a while, so it would be better to close the store and everyone went there." Another guy suggested.

"Okay, close the store. It's closed today, let's go and have a look." The boss greeted him, and the guys quickly closed the store door. A group of people walked up the streets and walked towards the government building in the midst of the crowd.

The teahouse where Lao Zhang and the other four were located was relatively close to the government building, and they first came here. Seeing more than a dozen government staff members setting up tables, chairs and donation boxes outside, they hurried over.

"Brother, is this a place to donate to the disaster area?" Old Chen walked up to ask.

"Yes, don't you think there are banners?" The staff pointed to the top of their heads, and there was a large "Showing Love to the Disaster Area" banner three meters above. The banners with white characters on the red background are quite eye-catching, and you can see clearly from a distance.

Old Chen said: "It's great. This is my daily wage, I donated it all." As he spoke, he took out all the money in his pocket and stuffed it into the donation box.

"And mine." Lao Zhang also donated all the money he had.

"And mine." Lao Wang and Lao Liu were not willing to fall behind and donated all the money.

"I donated all of them too." A slow voice came, it turned out to be the teacher. After donating the money, the teacher asked, "My brother, what else can we do besides donating money?"

"This is it." The staff said: "You don't need to go to the disaster relief myself. Volunteers and garrisons from nearby counties and cities have all been dispatched. It's not necessary that we are too far away. However, I heard that many injured people in the disaster area need blood transfusions, so if you have good physical condition, you can go to the hospital to donate blood. Oh, by the way, you can use a syringe to draw blood from your arms and then send them to the disaster area for the wounded." The staff didn't understand very much, so he had to explain vaguely, but the general meaning was clear.

"Let's go, let's donate blood. Just our body, it's nothing to draw some blood." Lao Zhang said, and the other brothers responded one after another, and even the teacher followed.

"Wait a minute, I'll go too." The boss, who was panting and ran to the donation point, opened his money box and poured it all into the donation box. Listening to the crackling sound of coins falling to the ground, everyone next to him was amazed. This was the turnover of a teahouse for a day. However, the boss ignored others' praise. After pouring all the money into the donation box, he took a big step and rushed to the hospital. Behind him were the guys who donated money.
Chapter completed!