"Go back, it's dangerous."
Listening to Jian Xiaoxue with a face full of indifferent familiarity with the lines, Yang Can felt a warm touch in her heart. This girl is still the same as before, always likes to jump out to protect herself, and think of herself as the one in the hand exercise. A recruit that she can easily knock down.
Shaking her head, she put Xia Meng in her arms into Jian Xiaoxue's hands and signaled, "You can take care of her."
Yang Can stood up and slowly walked towards Yu Tiejun, who was holding Zhao Changhe with a pale face. Many people next to him thought that Yang Can was crazy. Why are you an outsider joining in the fun
Although Yang Can seems a little exaggerated on the surface, everyone who knows him knows that he is a person who is absolutely calm in judgment. He has been watching with cold eyes just now. The main reason is that he has not yet figured out the situation and is figuring out the right and wrong of the matter. Before, he had never been able to act.
Now he is standing among the three of Yu Tiejun, Zhao Changhe, and Wang Jianming. He has a very clear understanding of their inner thoughts and unconsciously sighed deeply. This simple man, Yu Tiejun, was wrong, very wrong...
This development case was actually approved by Zhao Changhe personally to get through the layers of relationships. He and Wang Jianming were originally a nest of snakes and rats. Wang Jianming had already helped this so-called pro-minister district chief to leave three houses to seek justice from Zhao Changhe. , Is undoubtedly looking for a ghost for blessing.
Yang Can walked forward slowly, staring at Yu Tiejun, and clearly felt the violent fluctuations in his consciousness. It was an overwhelming despair, helplessness, grievance, and anger. He felt that there is no justice in this world, and he has always believed in it. All values are bullshit! The society lied to him! The "government" lied to him! Only in this temporary madness before death, he has the courage to shout humblely.
At this moment, Yang Can suddenly seemed to realize why God gave him this ability and why he became a reporter again.
Maybe it’s because in this glamorous society, there is a lot of filth and darkness hidden behind, those who are burdened with pain, they have nowhere to avenge, no one believes, no one to rely on, they need a pair of eyes, can see To these, can prove these.
More need a pen to make these public, let the general public evaluate and use a fair attitude to distinguish between right and wrong, and give them justice.
"Don't come here! Come and we'll die together!" Yu Tiejun put a dagger on Zhao Changhe's neck with one hand, and snarled fiercely while holding the lead of the bomb tightly with the other hand.
"Yu Tiejun, do you still remember me?" Yang Canzhen stopped and asked him calmly. The people around didn't understand what it meant.
Yu Tiejun’s painful face was suddenly taken aback, and it suddenly occurred to him that Yang Can was the very powerful reporter who had just let him in. He nodded with guilt, but the bright knife in his hand did not let go. meaning.
Trying to keep his own volume down as much as possible, Yang Can slowly said: "Yu Tiejun, my name is Yang Can, and I am a reporter from Nanzhou Magazine." After a pause, he stared at Yu Tiejun sympathetically: "I know, it's not yours. Wrong, Wang Jianming sent someone to smash the workshop you had worked so hard for ten years."
"I also know that Wang Jianming sent someone to smash the glass of your house, throw dead chickens, and go in with dead duck heads every night."
"I still know! Wang Jianming sent someone! Push your house with a bulldozer! You broke two ribs in your desperate resistance!"
"I know better! It's Wang Jianming, the bastard bastard! Send someone! You beat your 15-year-old son to school!"
Every time Yang Can said "I know", his tone increased and his voice increased. Every time he shouted the name Wang Jianming, his angry mood increased. Finally, the people in the meeting hall felt the echo "swing" in the room. There was a strange silence in the chaotic hall.
Yu Tiejun trembled slightly, and the tears he had desperately held back finally came down. A person who did not know each other told the grievances that no one would believe in. That inexplicable feeling of excitement made his whole soul tremble.
Yang Can looked back at Wang Jianming, who was looking angrily at him without speaking, pointed his finger behind him, and said in a low voice: "Yu Tiejun, look at the people in this house, look at them. This is our south. The reporters of the city’s twelve media are the tongues of truth, with tens of millions of readers. We will definitely help you recover the grievances and wrongs you have received. You put down the knife, and I’m Yang Can right. God swear, your family will definitely get the compensation it deserves."
The reporters present reacted differently to Yang Can’s words. Some of the faces appeared guilty and bowed their heads, but more of them laughed to themselves. Why does a little reporter say such a big thing? You can fool you too much. This eloquence, this inflammatory "sex", can be elected president in the United States.
Any manuscript on the commercial side must have real evidence, otherwise the compensation for this kind of dispute will not be affordable by any media. The media will be cautious in this kind of matter, and it is absolutely impossible to publish it rashly, Yang Can This is a little bit exaggerated.
Yu Tiejun obviously felt this atmosphere of distrust, hesitated, and shook his head in tears: "Reporter Yang. You are a good person, and I am sorry for you. But you can't beat them, they are officials, they It's a business. As long as the district mayor agrees to me, I will surrender."
Yu Tiejun’s stubborn and straightforward words made Yang Can feel a little anger in his heart, and at the same time he felt his true simplicity. It is a deep-rooted notion that ordinary people still believe in "government" officials, but they simply don’t know. , In this case, even if Zhao Changhe was afraid of death, he would never agree to it.
The reason is very simple. If you agree to fail to do so, it will be dishonest to the people, and the credibility of the "government" will be greatly lost. If you agree to rehabilitate you, it will set a wrong example. Is it true that all people will be wronged in the future? How about leading the neck with a knife holder
Today is you Yu Tiejun, and tomorrow there will be Zhang Tiejun and Wang Tiejun, endless, so Zhao Changhe could not agree.
Seeing Yang Can’s uselessness, Wang Jianming, who was so embarrassed and angered by others, finally let out a loud voice, glared at Yang Can, and yelled at Yu Tiejun, who was about to collapse, “Don’t let go of your knife! Don’t think you’re you. This matter will be over if you die, and your wife and children will not have a good life in the future." The tone was full of threats.
Realizing that the consciousness of the Tiejun had almost collapsed, and there was a danger of pulling that bomb, Yang Can snorted coldly in his heart. I don’t believe Lao Tzu’s ability, right? I’ll prove it to you. The step forward is in front of everyone. One hand directly raised Wang Jianming, who was shouting, pinching the collar.
"You... what are you doing..." Wang Jianming was held up in the air, his head buzzing blankly. There was panic on his face.
"Yu Tiejun, look at him, I can kill him now."
Raising his hand was a crisp slap on Wang Jianming's face.
The sudden change made everyone present stunned...