Nominal: The Handong Game, the Energy System's Counterattack

The incident at Dafeng Factory had already occurred, and Zhou Chuyi, knowing the plot, remained remarkably calm.

The number of people watching live streams on tablets is increasing, and in the comment section, thousands of messages scroll at an astonishing speed, ranging from those watching the excitement to those stirring up trouble, those expressing anger, and those feeling panic.

Some say it was a violent demolition by organized crime, while others say it was workers setting fires in protest.

Some people even named certain officials in Jingzhou, using extremely offensive language.

Even worse, some netizens who are unaware of the facts have begun to forward and comment on the matter on a large scale, amplifying the impact of the situation infinitely.

Zhou Chuyi swiped his finger across the tablet, flipping to a clearer view.

The fire appeared to have started near a temporary fortification at the factory gate, with thick smoke billowing out and the fire appearing to be quite large.

Aside from the possibility that nearby workers might be choked by the thick smoke, the impact on surrounding factories and houses is not significant.

The sirens of fire trucks echoed shrilly through the city's night sky, but the footage only showed two fire trucks struggling to make their way along the narrow factory roads.

Due to the crowds at Dafeng Factory, as well as the fortifications such as the walls and moats in front of the factory, it was impossible to drive in.

Zhou Chuyi turned off the live stream and opened various news notifications.

Many local news websites in Handong have been flooded with reports on the front page such as "Dafeng Factory Fire" and "Dafeng Factory Demolition Triggers Large-Scale Conflict".

Text messages, on-site photos, video clips—fragmented information flooded in like a tide.

He quickly glanced through it; although things were much better than in the original storyline where there were deaths.

However, the situation was more serious in terms of public opinion than he had imagined.

Xiao Lin called to find out what was happening and reported to Zhou Chuyi that it had been confirmed that more than ten people were injured.

However, all of them sustained minor injuries. Several elderly people fainted due to the thick smoke, but fortunately, none of them were in life-threatening danger.

However, due to the obstruction of the so-called factory protection team of Dafeng Factory, the fire has not been completely extinguished yet, and the situation at the scene is extremely chaotic.

Even more serious is that online public opinion has completely spiraled out of control, with all sorts of conspiracy theories running rampant.

Zhou Chuyi browsed some news articles expressionlessly before continuing to watch the live stream.

The mass incident still occurred, but the most dangerous 25 tons of gasoline were disposed of in advance.

At most, Wang Wenge might set the gasoline in the car on fire, but there won't be any casualties like in the original storyline.

He was just waiting for things to escalate, waiting for the people in the name to come to the center of the stage and perform.

On November 6th, the inevitable mass incident in the world of Nominal World finally happened.

But this time, the situation is completely different.

Zhou Chuyi's eyes quickly swept across the live broadcast screen, and he instantly became certain of his decision.

After watching the live stream for a while, Zhou Chuyi immediately picked up his phone and started swiping away rapidly.

He immediately dialed the private phone numbers of Zhao Dehan, Sun Liancheng, and Cheng Du.

Perhaps by this time, all three of them had already rushed to the scene at Dafeng Factory.

However, his instructions still needed to be passed on.

His task for the group was simple: remind them not to stand out in this incident to avoid being blamed.

Now that the incident has occurred in the Guangming District, he has ordered the three men to go to the scene immediately to fulfill their duties.

The first priority is to do everything possible to calm the emotions of the workers on site, gently guide them, patiently persuade them, and prevent the conflict from escalating.

This is mainly something that Zhao Dehan and Sun Liancheng need to do, after all, one is the district party secretary and the other is the district head.

With such a big incident happening, they couldn't possibly not be there.

The task requires cooperation with provincial and municipal public security officials to strictly control the scene, isolate the conflicting parties, stabilize the situation, and prevent the situation from escalating.

Of course, Zhou Chuyi required them to fulfill their duties and maintain order on the scene.

However, the three of them need to do their best to protect themselves.

Just focus on maintaining stability; don't get too involved in other matters.

After all, Party Secretary Li Dakang had already arrived at the scene.

He is the top official in Jingzhou City and a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee; everyone on site needs to follow his instructions.

"Remember, tonight's January 16th incident is neither your stage nor our battlefield."

"The people standing on the stage tonight are Li Dakang and Qi Tongwei, who have already arrived at the scene."

"Even the figures behind Gao Yuliang and Chen Yanshi are the arena for the power struggles among the old-school personal connections in Jingzhou."

"You only focus on maintaining stability and appeasement; you don't participate in decision-making, demolition, or public debate."

"Even if Li Dakang scolds you a couple of times, as long as you don't get blamed for it, it's fine."

"The highest-ranking person present is Li Dakang, the Secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee. So, the three of you, just do what you're supposed to do."

"Especially the degree of the crime, the police officers at the scene were basically brought by Zhao Donglai from the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"You people from the Guangming District Police Station, don't try to steal the show."

"The most important point is that there is a lot of public opinion online right now, and I suspect it's inextricably linked to Zheng Shengli."

"Chengdu, you need to focus on gathering intelligence and securing evidence. You must take care of these people who incite public opinion and spread rumors."

On the other end of the phone, the three of them answered in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Without daring to delay for even a moment, he immediately put aside his work and drove to the Dafeng factory site to immediately begin on-site stabilization work.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chuyi turned his attention back to the live stream on the tablet.

Quietly observing the unfolding chaos in Handong, which had already changed its appearance, his eyes remained calm and unwavering, yet he already knew the course of events.

Looking back at the previous video, the scene was pitch black at night, with lights mingling and people bustling about inside and outside the Dafeng Factory, creating an atmosphere of intense anger.

Hundreds of laid-off workers and shareholders gathered at the factory gate, where fences, sandbags, and makeshift roadblocks were still piled up in the middle of the road.

The workers held torches, were emotional, and shouted loudly.

They resolutely resisted the government's demolition and vowed to defend the factory's rights to the death. The atmosphere of confrontation on the scene was intense, and conflict was imminent.

In the center of the crowd, Wang Wenge, a core member of the factory protection team, was extremely excited and out of control.

Holding torches, they kept shouting to create momentum and incite the masses.

They deliberately exaggerated the feelings of oppression during demolition, the vulnerability of workers, and the infringement of their rights, constantly stirring up the antagonistic sentiments of the people at the scene.

Watching the demolition team's bulldozers continue to move forward.

Under sustained emotional excitement and impulsiveness.

Wang Wenge lost his mind and personally poured the gasoline he was carrying onto the sandbag wall piled up in front of the door.

The open flame instantly ignited the gasoline-soaked sandbags, and a raging fire suddenly shot into the air.

Flames shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the scorching flames instantly illuminated the entire night sky, igniting chaos and panic at the scene.

The flames spread rapidly and surged wildly.

The fire scorched the surrounding fences, debris, and protective facilities, and trapped several workers who were unable to evacuate in time.

Burned by flying sparks and scorching heat waves, skin is red and swollen, with minor burns.

Overwhelmed by pain, he screamed and retreated, plunging the scene into even greater chaos and panic.

Is it pitiful? Yes, it is truly pitiful, and also truly tragic.