Chapter Seventy-One: Hold Your Breath

As he spoke, sirens sounded one after another. A few minutes later, a square-faced man with a three-seven-haired hairstyle, surrounded by everyone, strode towards them.

Hu Ziyue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she greeted her with a smirk. "District Chief Zhang, you came to the scene to command. I'm Xiaohu from the TV station, and I just interviewed you two weeks ago......"

The big head squeezed his eyes at Aiwei helplessly, followed behind Hu Ziwei slowly, raised the camera and began to shoot the picture.

The person who came was the mayor of Tai O District, who was sent by the city to direct the work, and this district head, surnamed Zhang Mingqiang, was young and promising, and it is said that he would be a strong candidate for deputy mayor in the next step.

There were also heads of various relevant departments, one of whom was wearing an elegant suit under a raincoat, which looked particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Hu Ziyue greeted District Chief Zhang, and then made eye contact with the man in the suit, and it was almost for a long time. Ai Wei came closer and listened, it turned out that this person was Deng Dashi, the chairman of Galaxy Group.

According to Mayor Zhang's deployment, the first press conference will be held in half an hour. Reporters from all walks of life rushed to the headquarters, all trying to seize the most advantageous position.

Ivy drooped the corners of her mouth, venting her inner unhappiness on Owen, and complained to him angrily: "You will be a good person!"

Owen responded leisurely: "Reporter Ai, calm down." I arrange it this way, and naturally I have my reasons."

"What, didn't you say that I should fight for the opportunity to connect? Now, as soon as Hu Ziyue comes, you will immediately take a back seat. Ivy said angrily.

"Isn't that the situation changing now? Owen shrugged, his eyes sharpened, "Hu Ziyue came just in time, with her here to support the scene, let's free up our hands to clean up Ding Youcai." ”

Ivy's expression softened a lot, and she understood what Owen meantβ€”to temporarily lower her head in order to raise her head higher.

Owen took out a bottle of water from his bag, twisted the lid and handed it to her, "Rehydrate first, I'll definitely have to stay up all night tonight." ”

Ivy tilted her head and asked curiously, "Is your bag a treasure chest?" ”

"Before leaving the door, I went smoothly from the conference room. Owen smiled slightly, revealing a few white teeth.

"Thank you. Ivy reached out and took the water bottle.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew. Ivy was drinking water with her head up, and the wind staggered backwards, spilling water on her face.

Owen reached out and pulled her. Once she had steadied herself, he turned sideways again, blocking out most of the wind and rain coming from the front. Ivy cowered, unconsciously hiding in his shelter.

A few minutes later, the storm suddenly stopped its progress and the Tai O Peninsula returned to temporary tranquility.

Owen's eyes fell on the buried construction site, considering his next steps. Ivy took a step back, looked at his solemn eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel a little remorseful: I shouldn't have lost my temper with him.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet, what did you do when you disappeared for half a day. Ivy asked.

Owen straddled the camera bag over his shoulder, picked up the tripod in one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me, talk as you go." ”

Excavators and bulldozers brought in from the city braved the wind and rain to rescue the landslide. The sound of wind, rain, the howling of the sea and the roar of machinery mingled and hovered over Tai O Bay.

The construction company claimed that only two workers were missing, and based on the damage at the site, it seems unlikely that there would be survivors. However, out of the spirit of humanitarianism, the command still ordered to carry out a search and rescue with all its might.

After all, in the face of disaster, the energy of life is immeasurable. Maybe there really will be a miracle?

Ivy and Owen decided to follow Ding Youcai's clue and secretly monitor his every move.

Ding Youcai hid in a warehouse stacked with building materials, and kept answering phone calls. He nodded into the phone for a while, and shouted at the phone in a hurry.

At the entrance of the warehouse is a pile of construction steel more than one person high, covered with a blue tarp. Owen opened a hole in the tarp, and the two of them hid in it, which could temporarily block the wind and rain.

She craned her neck, like an alert rabbit, pricking up her ears with all her attention. But because of the distance and the noise of the storm, I couldn't hear what Ding Youcai was saying.

"Ding Youcai is running around. Owen saw her anxious face and whispered to her.

"Can you hear what he's talking about?" asked Ivy in surprise.

Owen nodded.

"That's great, do you have superpowers?" said Ivy, admiringly.

Owen smiled indifferently.

"What is he doing? Tell me. Ivy asked with a snarl of urgency.

Owen put his index finger to his lips and motioned for her to be quiet for a moment.

A few minutes later, Owen's face suddenly sank, and his hand slammed into pieces, and the plastic mineral water bottle in his hand was pinched and torn apart, splashing on the ground.

Ivy was stunned and cautiously asked, "What's wrong?"