After a drive of more than two hours, Qiao Sinian went from Beijing to Rongcheng.

He went directly to the Flood Control Bureau to learn about the rain and road conditions. The person on duty transferred all the satellite cloud maps for him to see.

Qiao Sinian had a cigarette between his fingers and frowned. The black long windbreaker had a slender figure but a bit bleak.

"Mr. Qiao, the rainfall will not decrease in the past few days. We have already gone down to rescue disasters. At present, the rain will not cause casualties, but if there are stones falling on the mountain, it is hard to say."

"Is the road from Rongcheng to the village blocked?"

"This road is mainly mountain roads, muddy and low-lying, and it is difficult to drive. You have to walk across a long section of the road."

Of course Qiao Sinian knew.

He walked by.

It takes a few hours to walk when the weather is good, not to mention now.

No wonder the city's rescuers have not arrived yet.

"Where is the helicopter?"

"Mr. Qiao, that area is full of mountains, and helicopters cannot catch 6."

Qiao Sinian frowned.

"Mr. Qiao, don't be anxious. You can sit down. I will report to you as soon as possible if there is any situation." The staff on duty felt that it was useless to be urgent.

"My wife is in the village, how can I not be in a hurry?" Qiao Sinian shouted.

The staff was stunned by the fear and was stunned by Qiao Sinian's aura.

What... my wife is in the village?

The superior has explained to him that he should not neglect Mr. Qiao.

But Mr. Qiao's wife...what is a rich wife going to do in such a poor village?

"Mr. Qiao... It's wrong for me. I'll ask my colleagues immediately to see if I can find a solution."

Qiao Sinian took a few sips of cigarettes, with a look of not being calm on her face, her pupils tightened, her thin lips pursed, and the light stretched out his figure, and her body was filled with a cold chill.

The staff on duty immediately started calling and calling friends from various bureaus, busy solving this problem.

Ye Jiaqi's phone still couldn't get through.

The rain in Rongcheng is much more intense than in Beijing. You can hear the noise of the rain in the narrow office, mixed with the sound of staff calling.

Qiao Sinian also called his friends a lot, and all the useful relationships were moved.

If Ye Jiaqi doesn't answer the phone, he will be crazy.

All the uneasiness in Qiao Sinian's life was given to Ye Jiaqi. In front of her, he had never been calm.

They called one by one, but there was still no feasible solution. Even Qiao Sinian couldn't go to the village.

"When will the disaster relief person arrive?" Qiao Sinian asked, smoking.

"I received a call saying that it was two or three hours away from the village."

"So long."

“The road conditions are too bad, there is no way.”

Qiao Sinian didn't plan to sit and wait for death. He had to rush over. No matter how difficult the road was, he had to pass over.

Qiao Sinian didn't say much to the person on duty, so he took his driver away.

...

Qingshan Village.

Ye Jiaqi and Zhuo Yuanhang are still looking for someone.

After almost rumbling through this area, she could not hear the children's call for help, and she didn't know where these children had gone.

The flashlight was almost out of power, and only a slight light was left.

"Jiaqi, let's go back the same way. It's getting late, you're all wet with rain and the flashlight is almost out of power." Zhuo Yuan Navigation Road.

"You said where these kids went... they shouldn't be able to find them... will they fall into the river..."

“Can they swim?”

“Metropolis.”
Chapter completed!