sinovels Chapter 45 The Choice of History
Chapter 45 The Choice of History
After visiting that expensive exhibition hall, which was filled with an atmosphere of personality cult.
Lin Chen felt that his soul desperately needed to be cleansed with disinfectant.
Station Master Ma Boyang led everyone through a slightly shady mountain tunnel, pushed open the heavy iron door at the end, and suddenly their eyes were filled with light, and a deafening roar instantly filled everyone's hearing.
It turned out that they had arrived at the core hub of the water station, the dam gate area, where the water flow was cut off. The dam was cut vertically, with a smooth and steep cross-section and a drop of up to 100 meters, which was quite frightening.
Four large sluice gates, like giant lions lying across the mountain stream, forcefully lock up the rushing torrent.
Outside the four sluice gates, only a small spillway is open on the side. The water flows together and then gushes out, crashing into the deep pool a hundred meters below with tremendous force. The water hits the surface of the pool and makes a deafening roar, as if the earth itself is trembling.
I must say, it's truly amazing; its grandeur is awe-inspiring.
Standing behind the sturdy fence, Lin Chen could still feel the slight vibrations beneath his feet and the dampness in the air.
Upon seeing this landscape, Tan Huasheng, whether moved by the scene or having already prepared his speech, looked at Zeng Huihuang with deep emotion and said, "President Zeng, I remember when I first came here with you for an inspection, this place was just a desolate wasteland of ruins and rocks. Many people said it was not suitable to build a water station. You withstood pressure from all sides, overruled objections, and gave the order, transforming this barren land into the lush mountains and clear waters and energy treasure trove it is today. Looking back now, it's clear that you, our old leader, had vision and courage. Facts have proven that your choice was the choice of the people and the choice of history."
Holy crap!!
I, Lin Chen, was shocked and almost stood at attention and saluted Tan Huasheng on the spot.
This flattery is so skillful in its angle, profound in its meaning, and surging in its emotion that it has reached a state of perfection, truly an art form!
Tan Huasheng's position is well-deserved.
However, Zeng Huihuang only snorted coldly after hearing this, and his face not only showed no joy but also darkened.
"You're still not comfortable taking pictures? Your tastes are way too picky!"
Lin Chen clicked his tongue in amazement; this leader's thoughts were deeper than the water at the bottom of the dam.
They're so hard to please.
Are the requirements that high?
Zeng Huihuang suddenly took two steps forward, crossed the yellow warning line for visitors, and almost stood on the railing at the edge of the dam, with a hundred-meter abyss and rushing water below.
"Boss! Danger! Come back quickly!" The secretary's voice rose instantly, with obvious sobs.
"Mr. Zeng! The railing is slippery, it's dangerous!" Everyone's face turned pale instantly, and exclamations rose and fell, as if Mr. Zeng was about to fall into an abyss of no return.
Lin Chen subconsciously aimed his camera lens steadily at Zeng Huihuang. He calmly observed: the fence design was actually quite conservative, with a thick cement wall over 1.5 meters high at the bottom and two iron railings at the top.
Given Mr. Zeng's height, which is roughly level with the upper railing, the possibility of him accidentally falling is virtually zero unless he actively and diligently climbs upwards. This is purely unnecessary worry and a case of theatrics taking over.
"It's nothing," Zeng Huihuang waved his hand dismissively.
Surely, what could have happened?
He braced himself against the iron railing, head held high facing the cascading torrent of water, his face showing no fear, but rather an air of domineering arrogance, as he spoke in a booming voice:
"Hmph, you have no idea how many hardships we went through to build this water station. Of course, no one supported it. The higher-ups didn't support it, the lower-level people didn't support it either, and even the experts sang the opposite, saying that the geology of this place was not good, the water level difference was too great, and the technical difficulties could not be overcome. There were also people gossiping behind my back, slandering me for pursuing personal achievements, disregarding the lives of the masses, destroying the ecology, and engaging in vanity projects that wasted manpower and resources. Now look at this water station, how many people have benefited from it, how much land has it irrigated?"
These words seemed to have been brewing for a long time and came from the bottom of his heart.
His posture, standing proudly at the top of the dam and ignoring the danger, made him appear even more confident and domineering amidst the roaring water, making him seem incredibly imposing in front of the camera.
This guy is definitely something.
He had brought his own camera crew, who were snapping away furiously. With the footage ready, he was confident he could get it right.
Tan Huasheng immediately chimed in, adding insult to injury: "Facts have proven that you, old leader, were indeed farsighted; the people will remember you."
The others echoed this sentiment.
"That's right, our old leader has a broader perspective and a higher vision than us."
"Indeed, President Zeng's noble character far surpasses that of those who hesitate and hold back."
"General Manager Zeng is always a cut above the rest, which makes us admire him from the bottom of our hearts."
Damn, are you guys playing a word chain game here?
Lin Chen felt like he had thorns in his back, a fishbone stuck in his throat, and was as cold as ice and fire.
These few idioms seemed to finally resonate with Zeng Huihuang's heart. The gloom on his face vanished, replaced by a rosy glow, and his tone softened: "Alright, alright, stop flattering me. I've seen enough for today, let's go back."
Mr. Zeng was satisfied and prepared to turn around and leave this "place of merit".
Whether it was because he was too emotional, or because the platform was wet and slippery from the water, he slipped and stumbled as he turned to move, losing his balance.
He instinctively reached out and grabbed the railing in front of him for support.
Who would have thought that the seemingly sturdy upper railing he had been leaning against for so long, due to years of moisture erosion and severe internal corrosion, would break off at the weld with a "crack"!
"Be careful!"
Amidst the exclamations, a figure moved faster than everyone else.
It was Lin Chen.
His camera was fixed on President Zeng, and he noticed something amiss immediately. In the instant Zeng Huihuang was terrified, Lin Chen darted forward, grabbed Zeng Huihuang's arm firmly, and pulled him back sharply.
Objectively speaking, even without Lin Chen's attack, Zeng Huihuang would at most have slipped and fallen, crashing awkwardly into the 1.5-meter-high, solid concrete retaining wall below. The possibility of him falling directly off the dam was extremely small, almost zero.
But theoretical safety cannot withstand momentary fear.
This shock left Mr. Zeng pale-faced, his legs weak, and he collapsed to the ground, drooling uncontrollably. He needed help to stand up, and it took a while before a trace of color returned to his deathly pale face.
When it was discovered that Mr. Zeng had a minor scrape on his knee, the scene instantly erupted in chaos.
"Mr. Zeng, are you alright?"
"Quick, quick, help the leader up!"
"Medical staff! Call medical staff!"
"Be careful not to touch the leader's injury!"
Tan Huasheng's voice changed as he rushed to the front, almost hugging Zeng Huihuang to protect him.
Station Chief Ma Boyang's horse-like face grew even longer in fright, and he kept muttering, "My God, this...this..."
The secretary was flustered, trying to wipe the cold sweat from Zeng Zong's head and the drool from the corner of his mouth with tissues.
Like stars surrounding the moon, everyone hurriedly helped the still-shaken President Zeng to his feet, practically carrying him, and quickly evacuated him from this "place of trouble" to the control room for "observation."
Upon arriving at the control room, the scene was even more exaggerated. President Zeng had only scraped his knee with a small patch of skin the size of a fingernail, slightly red, and without even a trace of blood, yet the company activated its highest-level emergency response.
"Medical kit, quick, get the medical kit!"
"Disinfectant, iodine solution, cotton swabs, bandages,"
"Be careful of infection, quickly get Mr. Zeng treated!"
"Should we contact the county hospital and get a full body checkup?"
The others formed a circle, their faces filled with worry and concern, offering suggestions all at once.
In an instant, the control room was bustling with activity, and everyone was extremely concerned.
Lin Chen stood there, glancing at the chaotic scene captured in his camera, then at the broken, rusty, and hollow iron railing, a question rising in his mind.
"Weren't you just looking down on everyone, completely fearless? How come you're so terrified after just one broken railing?"
He seemed to be deep in thought, then raised his camera again, adjusted the focus, and clearly pressed the shutter to capture the broken iron railing with its hollow interior exposed, and the still magnificent dam in the background.