On this day.
Babao Mountain.
Today was Comrade Wei Jianguo's memorial service, as well as the day of his cremation. Perhaps the heavens were moved, as it began to drizzle in the dark clouds, like tears.
Zhang Ye drove up the mountain and found a place to stop. He realized that there were a lot of people around him. Initially, he thought that it was someone else's memorial service, and that it was someone else's family or friends, but after hearing them speak, Zhang Ye realized that half of them were here for Editor Wei.
Two people were talking.
"Friend."
"Hmm? What happened? "
"Father Wei's funeral is held here, right?"
"Yes, I still have to go up. Are you Old Wei's?"
"No, I'm just a member of society. I was touched by Father Wei's deeds and wanted to send him on his last journey. I also want to donate some money to his family. Comrade Wei is gone, and his daughter needs to live. There are so many children who need help, and I want to do my part to help them."
"Oh, then I thank you on behalf of Old Wei's daughter."
"There's no need. This kind of positive energy is too motivating. I should be the one thanking Father Wei."
Donate money?
Help Editor Wei's family?
However, Zhang Ye knew that what he could help them now was not money, but justice. This was more important than anything else. And Zhang Ye had come here today to seek justice for Editor Wei!
"Teacher Zhang!" someone shouted from behind.
Zhang Ye turned around and saw Hou Ge, Hou Di, Xiao Lu, Dafei and company. "You guys came too?"
"How can we not come to Uncle Wei's memorial service?" Xiao Lu was still immersed in grief. Her eyes were red, and she had been crying for the past few days.
Hou Ge comforted her, "Uncle Wei is such a good person. He must have gone to heaven and is living well up there."
Xiao Lu sniffled, "Of course, but … but I just can't take this lying down! Uncle Wei was forced to die! Why isn't anyone taking responsibility? "
Hou Di held his breath and said, "Wang Shuixin is the leader. Who can do anything to him?"
Dafei said, "I've been exposing Wang Shuixin on the internet for the past two days, but every time I post it, it's deleted. It's too infuriating!"
Hou Ge said, "They are trying to seal their mouths! Just like how you sealed Teacher Zhang's mouth! "
At this moment, many people carrying cameras came up from behind. Some newspaper reporters also hurried up the mountain with their cameras.
Xiao Lu looked at them and said, "I heard that our television station's News Channel will have a live broadcast today. After the memorial service begins, it will be broadcasted live!"
Hou Ge was shocked. "What are you doing?"
Xiao Lu said hatefully, "No one will pay attention to what we say online. Even if we say it, the post will be deleted. If we do a live broadcast, they won't be able to delete it even if they want to. If we say the truth during the mourning, do you think it will attract the attention of society? Get an explanation from Uncle Wei? Mess with Wang Shuixin? "
Dafei hurriedly said, "Don't mess around!"
Hou Di also said, "That's right, that's a live broadcast! Do you still want to work in the TV station? "
Zhang Ye said, "Xiao Lu, come on. Don't make trouble." Actually, he had already made up his mind. Dirty work? Illegal work? Just leave it to him. "Let's go up the mountain!"
On the mountain.
The media reporters and cameras were already in position.
"Is it ready?"
"Just a little bit more. Soon."
"Hurry up! Today was a live broadcast! There can be no mistakes! "
"I understand. I'll be done soon!"
"Remember, don't make any mistakes! It has to be foolproof! "
The reporters were all busy. Some had already entered the memorial hall. It was a very large hall.
Originally, with Uncle Wei's family's situation, they did not have the money to rent such a memorial hall. They might not even be able to hold a memorial service, but due to the heated discussion in society, it was unknown if someone had funded it or if Babaoshan did not charge for it, so they found a relatively large hall to hold the memorial service.
Suddenly, a group of people went up the mountain!
One after another, there were about a hundred to two hundred children. They were accompanied by their parents. There were about three hundred people in this group. All of them were dressed in black!
"It's the children!"
"The children that Uncle Wei helped before?"
"Quick, quickly go and interview them. Set up the cameras!"
The reporters were all excited as they quickly went up in groups of three to five.
When the people who came to attend Wei Jianguo's memorial service saw this scene, they were also very shocked. There was a dense crowd of people. The children and parents that Editor Wei had saved were all here? Looking at the number of people, it seemed like there was not a single person missing? Maybe in Editor Wei's heart, he did not think much of it. Maybe he could not even remember which children he had helped, but … the children remembered him! The children would never forget when they were in trouble and had nowhere to go, Father Wei had stretched out his old hands!
It was almost time.
The children and their parents did not accept the interviews. They went straight into the memorial hall. Many of the children were crying as they went in. This made the scene once again hang a solemn and sorrowful atmosphere.
"Let's go in too." Hou Ge said.
Dafei acknowledged, "Let's go. Brother Hu and the television station's colleagues are already inside."
Xiao Lu also followed them forward. After a few steps, she turned around, "Teacher Zhang, you're not going?"
Zhang Ye stood in his spot without moving, "You guys go in first. I can't stand the atmosphere inside. I'll smoke outside first. There's no need to wait for me."
Hou Ge sighed, "Alright then."
After they left, Zhang Ye did not hide from the rain. He stood in the drizzle and lit a cigarette. Sometimes, when the cigarette was extinguished by the rain, he would light another one. He did not hold an umbrella.
People arrived one by one.
Finally, Zhang Ye saw Wang Shuixin and his secretary not far away. There were a few people beside them. From the way they acted, they were most likely the television station's Leaders. They had all come!
The television station's Leaders were the first to enter.
Wang Shuixin and his secretary were smoking outside, but they did not see Zhang Ye, who was not far behind them.
They only heard Wang Shuixin say, "Have you brought my newly composed poem over?"
"I've already brought it." The secretary hurriedly said, "I just gave it to the program team last night. It will be used in the next program. That program's ratings have always been good, so it will definitely have a good response. Your poems are too well written. Every one of them is a classic."
Wang Shuixin acknowledged, "Stop sucking up. Hur Hur. Let's go."
After stuffing out their cigarettes, the two of them entered the memorial hall. They were even smiling as they spoke. They did not think much of Editor Wei's death. Not only that, they even seemed very happy!
Zhang Ye's heart turned cold. You're still smiling at this time? You're still thinking of how to earn your reputation? Fine! I want to see how long you can maintain the reputation you value the most!
With a step, Zhang Ye also walked into the memorial hall!
Today, this fellow had come with the intention of perishing together with the enemy!
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