Thinking of this, everyone is quite emotional, there is a big backer behind him, and he is much more determined to do things.

Li Junan nodded: "After the earthquake, we will definitely rebuild the house, and then we will try to gather the Chinese as much as possible and build a few communities, Huo Sheng said that he can buy a farm and will give us support!"

"What does Mr. Huo mean personally?"

In addition, there will be some books and tapes sent from Los Angeles, and our factory will not be idle, so everyone will be idle at night after the disaster, read books and listen to songs."

Li Junan stopped as he spoke, looking into the distance, where the guards were talking to people, but after a while, he brought over a few blonde foreigners.

"Boss, they say it's a BBC reporter and wants to interview you!"

"Let them come!" Li Yannan looked at these foreign devils, "BBC, this is really lively!"

...

Syntagma Square.

"It's midnight on September 19, Mexico time, seven hours before the earthquake predicted by the Chinese, and we can see that the whole of Mexico City is doing evacuation.

People take things out of their homes, put them on the street, and pack them up for transport. It's full of soldiers, police?

The police also have their own homes, and they are being assigned back to their communities to maintain policing!

"Mexico time, it's midnight now, this is ABC National Broadcasting Company, I'm in Plaza de la Constitución, it's a little chaotic right now, but given the state of emergency, we can understand that,

After all, it's a huge project to get everything out of the way safely! It's a huge challenge for the government departments to not only keep things running, but also to evacuate! Let's go see the churches over there!"

Outside the main church on the edge of the square, the clergy in various robes are also constantly transporting things out.

Bishop Lopez quietly crossed on the side, and two priests stood on the side.

The reporter stepped forward.

"I'm George Mario, a CBS correspondent in Mexico City, and this is the central district church, and we see that the clergy are also moving things, so I'm going to interview, my lordship, what do you think about this incident?"

"I'll see tomorrow. ”

"It's your tomorrow now. ”

"I mean, look at it at seven o'clock in the morning, I just presided over a mass, I'm not sure how the Chinese predicted it, after moving things, I'll organize another mass, at half past six, in this square. We will let God hear our prayers!"

"So, what if it really happened?" the reporter asked.

The bishop looked calm: "God's will! It saw the sin of this city, arranged this disaster, and because of its mercy, decided to give people a warning!"

"Why let the Chinese warn?"

"It's to make them feel charisma!"

The reporter nodded: "What if not?"

"God must have saved the city!" the bishop looked at the church and looked up at the sky, "God is walking among us, and the disaster that was supposed to happen disappears, this is a miracle!"

The reporter nodded: You are all right!

...

"Mr. Li Junan, I am a reporter for the BBC, what is your view on the current situation?"

"I? I think the president of Madrid is doing the right thing. ”

"So, what if the earthquake doesn't happen?"

“”

"This city, and even this country, could lose more than hundreds of millions of dollars in one night!"

"But what if an earthquake happens?"

"How do you know it's going to happen?"

"There's a report here!"

"Well, it's this report again, you're also hearsay, have you ever wondered what would happen to you if all this hadn't happened?"

"What if it happens? What if you get the news? This gentleman, if I had received the news that this earthquake had occurred in the desert, I might have mistaken it as if I didn't know, but the report says that it's here, and millions of people live here, and it's still early in the morning, imagine the loss! No normal person would take it as a joke!"

"Then tell me what you Chinese have done, here!"

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do, I have to organize people to move everything to a safe place, if our house is destroyed, we can't save everything here!"

"That is the leader of the Chinese in Mexico just now, he is the president of the Mexican Hongmen People's Governance Party, the number of Chinese in this city is not more than 5,000, but they have issued a warning like a gypsy, whether there will be an earthquake tomorrow, let's wait and see, there are still six and a half hours!"

...

National Palace, balcony outside the president's office.

"We're in the spotlight of the world now!" said Madrid, standing on the balcony, looking down, his wife standing next to him.

The sound came from below, a little indistinct, but it was actually a TV.

Television sets were placed on the edge of the square, watching different channels, some live and some replaying, including the scene of the parliamentary vote.

The president's speech, the entry of troops into the city in the evening, and now the evacuation of all corners of the city is progressing.

These images invisibly raised everyone's tension.

On this balcony, he just gave a live national speech here in the afternoon, and "heartily" hoped that the people would understand his decision.

Below the balcony, there is the Independence Bell, and in front, there is Syntagma Square, where the lights are bright, the voices are noisy, the soldiers are standing guard, and the staff are moving things.

There are cranes at work, constantly bringing in containers.

The role of a square container is to put things, and it can also be stacked layer by layer, and the role of the square is to provide an open place.

In fact, Syntagma Square is the safest, whether it is the National Palace or the Parliament Building, it is not a high-rise building, and it cannot be poured on the square.

Here is a microcosm of the whole city, as well as several nearby states, and not a single person dares to sit idle, sleeping?

Just kidding, it's a natural disaster, and it's the house that's the least safe!

There was a car coming out of the door below, and the staff was playing the signal light.

Everyone is busy, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

"Do the Chinese sleep well?" asked Mrs. Madrid.

Madrid looked at her: "It's daytime over there. ”

"Oh, I forgot. Mrs. Madrid held on to the railing and waved her hand downward.

"Don't!" Madrid held her down, "Don't do that!"

"Why? I'm encouraging them!" asked Mrs. Madrid, curiously.

"It's not time to wave your hand, but then you go down and bring them some water. Madrid whispered.

"Oh," Madame Madrid understood.

Now everyone is in a state of doubt, and what makes them so hard is not so much the earthquake as the president, or the prediction of the Chinese.

Everyone is so tired, but you are watching the scenery on the balcony and waving your hands, are you still human?!

Send water!

Everyone is short of water!