Chapter 289: Can this wind become a spirit?
The typhoon has passed for a day.
However, rescue and relief work is still proceeding in a tense and orderly manner.
Generally speaking, the 48 hours after a typhoon is the golden period for emergency repairs. After all, in today's society, if a family loses power for one or two hours, everyone can accept it and the public can understand it, but if there is a power outage for 48 hours, that is a very scary thing.
Many people don’t understand, so they become very angry and make various reports.
This morning, Mr. Li, president of the provincial company, organized a meeting of the heads of the companies in the affected cities across the province and issued important instructions, requiring that 80 percent of the power supply in the area must be restored within 48 hours.
This is a hard requirement and a death order.
After Mr. Tian finished the meeting of the provincial company, he also organized a meeting for everyone and put forward the following requirement: within 48 hours, 100% of the power supply in the area must be restored, and each area will still be responsible for its own work.
After listening to it, Chu Yang had nothing to say.
You must understand how difficult it is for leaders. Adding layers of pressure is nothing new. It is commonplace in companies like Aiguo. You have to give leaders a little space, or room to maneuver.
And in the leader's view, your death is better than his.
When Mr. Tian was about to end the meeting, he said solemnly, "Mr. Liang, I heard that one of your employees had an accident. What happened?"
Mr. Liang said, "Mr. Tian, this is an accident. An employee went out to repair the problem and was hit by a tree that fell down in the strong wind. He suffered a brain hemorrhage and the repair was ineffective."
Mr. Tian pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Liang, this matter can be a big deal or a small one. You need to handle it carefully and don't let your employees down."
Mr. Liang: "This was indeed an accident. I have already discussed it with their families. We will pay them a full compensation. After the typhoon, he will be posthumously named a hero, so that his sacrifice was worthwhile and his death was valuable."
A worthy death is a valuable death.
hehe.
Mr. Liang, you are really interesting.
Mr. Tian pondered for a while and said directly: "Let the people in the Propaganda Department dig up his glorious deeds and portray him as a perfect hero who did everything he could to repair the fire. But I want to emphasize here that while we are repairing the fire, personal safety must be put first. Such things must not happen again."
The dead are dead forever, and the living need to live.
This world is so cruel.
Chu Yang didn't want to say anything, he just mourned in his heart, and quickly asked the five directors of the southern area to report on their power restoration situation and asked them if the power supply could be restored within 48 hours.
Most of the directors patted their chests and said yes, but Director Mao of the Demon Dragon Institute was the only one who hesitated and said that the disaster had hit his side more severely and it might be difficult to deal with, and he needed everyone's support.
Chu Yang didn't know what was going on over the phone, so he called Sister Hua and rushed to Molong Town without stopping. In the car, Chu Yang asked Sister Hua, "Sister Hua, you are from Molong Town, right?"
Sister Hua replied: "Yes, I grew up in Dragon Town."
Chu Yang: "Then you should have heard about the situation in Demon Dragon Town. Is the wind stronger there?"
Sister Hua frowned and replied, "No, it's all the same. Besides, there are mountains on all sides of Demon Dragon Town, so the wind should be smaller. I heard from my aunt that the crops are fine , and it's not particularly serious."
Chu Yang: "Then why did Director Mao say this area was hit the hardest?"
Sister Hua puffed out her chest to indicate that she didn't know.
Chu Yang also felt that there was something wrong.
We soon arrived at Molong Town. Along the way, we found that the trees here did not seem to be as badly damaged as those in other towns, but the power lines here were the most thoroughly destroyed. Some of the concrete poles were even uprooted by the typhoon, leaving them in tatters. It was a horrible sight.
Chu Yang was very surprised and shocked when he saw this scene.
Could it be that this wind could specifically target power lines?
This has become a spirit.
Logically speaking, the cement poles and towers used in rural power grid transformation are solid, particularly heavy, and planted particularly deep. In addition, they are cylindrical in shape, so the stress-bearing area is particularly small, so they should not be easily pulled away by a typhoon.
Then why is the line here so badly damaged?
Chu Yang arrived at a location and regardless of the heavy rain, he asked the driver to stop the car. He got out of the car in the rain and came to an overturned concrete pole to take a closer look. He stepped on it and found that there was nothing wrong with the entire concrete pole and it was still very hard.
However, Chu Yang himself has many years of experience working in power supply stations and is very familiar with the requirements for concrete poles and towers for power supply lines. He remembers that he and his comrades had carried these giants together in the past.
This is a cement tower for a 10kV line. Judging from the label, it should be a 12-meter-long tower. However, looking at the black soil under the tower, we can judge that the burial depth is only about 1.2 meters.
Chu Yang thought about it for a moment and immediately understood.
You should know that according to the requirements of the power company's power supply lines: the buried depth of 10-meter cement poles must be greater than 1.5 meters, the buried depth of 12-meter cement poles must be greater than 2 meters, the buried depth of 15-meter cement poles must be greater than 2.5 meters, the buried depth of 18-meter cement poles must be greater than 3.5 meters, and the buried depth of 21-meter cement poles must be greater than 4 meters.
In other words, the burial depth of the concrete tower in Molong Town does not meet the requirements. No wonder it collapsed when the wind blew.
Actually, it's not that the burial depth is not enough. It's probably because of the people in the power supply station who cut corners, took kickbacks, and were so bold that they replaced the 15-meter concrete tower with a 12-meter one. Since the height was not enough, they had to tamper with the burial depth.
After all, when you inspect the goods, you cannot see what is underneath.
There is no way you can dig up the tower to have a look.
This cement pole tower that is not buried deep enough would have no problem operating normally when there is no strong wind. But when faced with strong winds of this magnitude, how could it possibly survive? Its collapse is inevitable.
Chu Yang suddenly felt furious. Some people were really too much. It was simply outrageous. You could eat anywhere else, but here.
Chu Yang was just about to call Director Mao Juntong and ask him to come over.
Director Mao's car just happened to appear. He walked over with a smile on his face, a briefcase in his hand. He was dressed very neatly, had a chubby face, and looked fat and big-eared. This director really lived a comfortable life.
Damn, at this time, your body is so clean.
You are such a local tyrant.
"Director Chu, Director Chu, why are you here? Oh, this road is terrible, full of mud and sewage. People can't even lift their feet when walking on it. Damn the typhoon. Come with me to the institute for a cup of tea. Leave this to them."
Director Mao walked like a little girl, always standing on tiptoe for fear of getting his clothes dirty. He probably didn't notice Chu Yang's angry look, and still looked very polite and attentive.
Chu Yang suppressed his anger, stared at him and asked coldly: "Director Mao, it's already this hour, and you still have the mood to drink tea? You are in such a good mood, even Mr. Tian doesn't live as leisurely as you."
Director Mao seemed surprised by Chu Yang's tone, or perhaps he realized that something was wrong, and quickly stood at attention and answered like a quail: "Hey, Director Chu, it's unfair. I knew you were coming, so I asked someone to make tea for you. I just came down from the mountain where I was repairing it."
Chu Yang really wanted to laugh. There’s not even a speck of mud on your clothes, and you’re telling me you went to get them repaired?
You are kidding me.
