A Tale of Two Cities Supporting Xinjiang

On the other side, Zhou Mingyu had just finished coordinating the guidance at the entrance and persuaded several herders who almost went astray to return to the group when Zhou Yi called him.

"Director, something terrible has happened."

Director Han stopped administering the blood pressure medication this morning.

When we made our rounds, we found that he hadn't taken his medication. When we pressed him for details, he said that he was afraid that taking the medication would make him sleepy and interfere with his command work that day.

His blood pressure had only just stabilized a few days ago; how could he possibly push himself like this? You all need to keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't try to tough it out again!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingyu's anger flared up. "This Han Jidong really doesn't value his own life!"

When he arrived at the office, he found it empty.

Zhou Mingyu hurriedly headed towards the runway and saw Han Jidong standing by the runway in the distance.

"Han Jidong! Are you crazy?"

The doctor repeatedly told you to take your medicine on time and get plenty of rest, but you dared to secretly stop taking it?

Have you forgotten that your blood pressure spiked to 190 a few days ago and you almost collapsed?

Aren't you afraid that something unexpected might happen today and you'll collapse right here?

Han Jidong turned his head and said softly, "Don't shout, don't affect everyone's mood."

I only stopped once, it's fine, I know my own body.

Today is a crucial day for the launch; so many herders are waiting for this flight. I can't afford the slightest mistake, not even the slightest oversight.

Zhou Mingyu wanted to persuade him further, but then he saw the staff in charge of flight maintenance running over in a panic.

"Director, there's a problem."

The navigation lights along the runway are malfunctioning; several lights are flashing incessantly, making takeoff impossible.

"What happened? Is the light broken?"

"Liu Bing, take two people and go to inspect it immediately."

Follow the previously established emergency plan. Are all the tools ready? Hurry up!

"Everything's ready!" Liu Bing responded and ran to the tool cart.

Before Liu Bing had gone far, Han Jidong quickly walked up to the Civil Aviation Administration supervisors and said, "Comrade, don't worry, we have already formulated a comprehensive emergency plan."

We have a plan to handle such emergencies; we guarantee the navigation lights will be repaired within 15 minutes, ensuring no disruption to flight takeoff.

Although he spoke with conviction, his palms were covered in cold sweat. The dizziness he had just experienced had caused his blood pressure to spike again, but he endured it and didn't let anyone notice.

The regulator paused for a few seconds, then said, "Okay, I'll trust you this once. You must fix it on time and not delay the flight schedule."

At the 12-minute mark, Liu Bing ran back breathlessly, "Director Han, the repair is complete, and the navigation lights are all working properly."

"Very good!"

Han Jidong's anxiety was finally relieved.

Shortly after, the first flight bound for Urumqi completed its final checks and slowly taxied to the runway.

As the control tower gave the takeoff order, the plane's engines roared as it accelerated, the fuselage gradually lifted, and it steadily ascended into the sky, flying towards the distance.

"It's flying! It's flying!"

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause and cheers. Some people waved their arms excitedly, some couldn't help but tear up, and others hugged each other in celebration.

Zhou Mingyu rushed to Han Jidong's side, tears streaming down his face: "Old Han, thank you, thank you so much. You've really risked your life for Shihezi and for us herdsmen."

Zhu Laichen also squeezed through the crowd excitedly, his voice choked with emotion, unable to speak coherently: "Director Han... thank you so much... from now on our cotton can be transported out on time... we no longer have to worry about it getting damp and moldy... our good days as herders have truly arrived!"

The surrounding herders also gathered around, some offering red dates and walnuts they had grown themselves, some holding freshly roasted hot naan bread, and others holding up signs they had prepared in advance that read "Thank you to the cadres who aided Xinjiang," which they held high above their heads.

Seeing the scene before him, Han Jidong's eyes also welled up with tears.

He took a hot naan, took a small bite, and a warm feeling instantly spread from his stomach to his whole body.

"No need to thank me, this is what we should do."

As long as we can get everyone's cotton out smoothly and improve everyone's lives, all our hard work will be worthwhile!

The phone vibrated as soon as he finished speaking; it was Lao Xue calling.

"Doctor, I saw a plane take off from the hospital."

I knew you guys could pull it off; all that freezing and working so hard to meet the deadline wasn't for nothing.

"Thanks to you for bringing the materials back in the snow and reminding us to leave expansion joints, otherwise there would have been a big problem with the signage."

"Take care of yourself and focus on recovering. Don't worry."

"Don't worry, I'm recovering quickly."

Once I'm discharged from the hospital, we must have a good drink to make up for the celebratory drinks we owe each other.

Then nobody will be able to escape!

Han Jidong readily agreed: "No problem! I'll drink with you until we're satisfied."

After the opening ceremony, Han Jidong didn't dare to linger and returned to the hospital for a follow-up examination as agreed.

The doctor, holding his test results, said, "Your blood pressure has stabilized for now, but this is due to overwork. You need to rest for two weeks and can't push yourself like this anymore."

If you don't take it seriously, your health will collapse sooner or later.

Han Jidong nodded obediently and began to plan the work at the airport next—the cotton transportation process needed to be optimized, and the vehicle scheduling time needed to be communicated with the herders in advance to avoid crowding and waiting.

The signage along the cotton farmer's access route can be prepared in advance for low-temperature protection next year, eliminating the need for last-minute modifications; and the efficiency of loading and unloading cotton can also be further improved…

Meanwhile, in another ward at the hospital, Lao Xue was also busy.

He took out the supplier list he had compiled when purchasing materials earlier from his bag and carefully reviewed it.

When he comes across fire-fighting materials suitable for use in low-temperature environments, he circles them with a red pen and adds a note: "Strong adhesion at low temperatures, good waterproof effect, suitable for outdoor use at airports, priority consideration for procurement."

Materials that have caused problems before are clearly marked as "prone to cracking at low temperatures, not recommended for use in winter".

The nurse came in to change his dressing and saw him lying on the bed writing something. She couldn't help but ask, "What are you organizing? You should be resting and recovering."

"Compile the points to note regarding procurement and leave them for the colleague in charge later."

Old Xue looked up and smiled, "This time, thanks to these reliable materials, the voyage wasn't delayed."

"By writing these things down, they can avoid some detours next year and better ensure a smooth launch."

"You people are so responsible."

Since the Tianye Group project was launched, Ma Haitao, who works in the infrastructure industry in Xinjiang, has been very angry. He has been watching this project for a long time.

He had prepared bidding materials and pulled strings, thinking the supporting project was a sure thing, but it was snatched away by a company from another region. He really couldn't swallow this insult.