A toast to Chen Jianxing with a glass of wine. He was supposed to be an ordinary man, working as a small reporter for a newspaper in a small remote county town, writing boring articles about inspections by leaders, condolences, etc., his ordinary life...in the end, he overturned a city.
A toast to the dangers of this world.
A glass of wine to the tenderness of this world.
Two days later, his wife and daughter boarded a flight to Singapore. After going through the sadness, they will have a brand new life from now on, and the good memories and scars left by this man will be slowly erased with the passage of time.
Time can always solve most of the world's otherwise unsolvable problems.
The official media did not have any follow-up reports on Chen Jianxing's car accident. Maybe it needs to be treated like a normal traffic accident and covered up.
But in this world, Xu Tingsheng made Weibo appear in advance, this is his position.
At first, what appeared on Weibo was only an inquiry about the situation of "responsibility" for this traffic accident. Several "Xihu City citizens" reluctantly asked whether the vehicle responsible for the accident had been found, and what was the result of the handling
Not much wind and waves.
But then, the name of the victim, Chen Jianxing, was revealed, his work and promotion history were revealed, and his father-in-law, the deputy mayor who was detained for corruption, was revealed... This is no secret in Yanzhou.
At this point, Chen Jianxing's death was finally connected with the huge earthquake in Yanzhou officialdom some time ago.
This man who was once cast aside by Yanzhou people behind his back because of abandoning his wife and son to cling to the powerful, flattering and flattering all the way to the top, instantly turned into a hero who endured humiliation and exposed official corruption groups.
"So, the whistleblower of the corrupt group was killed?"
"This is not an ordinary traffic accident, this is a conspiracy!"
"The sky is bright and clear, corrupt officials are so arrogant?!"
"So, what happened to those corrupt officials?!"
"..."
Someone uploaded Chen Jianxing's flight information, and a corruption whistleblower died in a car accident just after leaving Beijing on his return trip... Who would believe this
Netizens have never been short of hatred for corruption, things are constantly fermenting, and angry voices are flooding the entire Weibo and various related forums, and people need an explanation and explanation.
The staff of Star Technology received a notice from the relevant department and asked to delete all related Weibo.
Xu Tingsheng agreed very simply, and deleted them more ruthlessly than they asked.
Not only did he delete it, but he also blocked the account and issued an announcement...
Xu Tingsheng's understanding of netizens is much deeper than those leaders who sit in the office and pat their heads. This nation, which is accustomed to submissiveness, has an almost crazy spirit of resistance in the Internet age.
The harder you press, the more aggressive they become. And they have a way.
The incident has intensified with this wave of repression, and voices of doubt have also grown louder. Xu Tingsheng and Xing Chen were also being scolded, but he was very pleased... In this era, he is more proficient at playing the trick of "public opinion forces law enforcement".
He was seeking justice for Chen Jianxing, and he was also forcing the person above to recognize the current situation.
Official attitudes began to loosen.
At this critical juncture, Chen Jianxing's former identity as a reporter played a role. He is one of the only people who has "the right to speak" and who is not all part of the official establishment.
Some of them are proud of it.
First, a media with a certain degree of independence and attitude posted an endless sentence on its official Weibo:
"Sacrifice for a journalist with a conscience." The pattern behind this sentence is candles, candles, candles, candles. A row of candles.
It wasn't stated, but it soon became clear to everyone what it was implying.
In one day, this Weibo was forwarded more than 50,000 times.
Xingchen Technology took the initiative to ask the relevant department whether this Weibo needs to be deleted... Two hours later, the official reply: Forget it.
The next day, people found out about it.
Some people began to think about the meaning of it.
Journalists have two specialties.
One is to look at the wind direction. Even the wind and grass can't escape their judgment.
The second is storytelling, which includes fabrication and exaggeration.
On the same day, an influential reporter in the industry and a big V of Xingchen Weibo published a long Weibo in his own name. To be precise, it is a miniature novel:
A young and conscientious reporter has insight into a corrupt group, so he marries the daughter of one of the high-ranking officials by virtue of his handsomeness, knowledge, and demeanor, and sacrifices himself to go deep into the tiger's den.
He cleverly hid himself in a dangerous situation, went deep into the core, and collected criminal evidence step by step for two years.
He kept his true heart in the midst of power and luxury, did not get lost, and finally exposed this corrupt group resolutely.
Unfortunately, he himself ended in tragedy in the end.
At the end of Weibo, the reporter said that if this story happened in the United States, it would definitely be adapted into a Hollywood movie.
Afterwards, several paper media tentatively began to conduct related reports and discussions. In this country, people are still used to thinking that what is written on paper is more reliable than online news... The black and white words are sent out, and they cannot be deleted or even changed.
Xu Tingsheng was sweating, he was on the verge of going too far.
We can't continue to advance, and we can't wait for it to cool down. From the beginning of the war between the Fang family and the Ling and Xiao families, this is the best time to end this matter and the series of events it triggered.
It might also be the only good time.
…
West Lake City. hospital ward.
The old man of the Fang family, who had long been asserted that there was no possibility of waking up, had been lying like this for a long time, withered, shriveled, and completely lost his human form... He didn't wake up miraculously, but he was "stubborn" not to die.
This kind of "persistence" even makes medical staff feel incredible.
Perhaps, as he himself said, as a person who has experienced more than one bullet flying close to his face and has seen countless dead people, even Lord Hades had to ask his own opinion first if he wanted to accept him.
Fang Cheng sat by the hospital bed.
After the day of Tan Yao's burial, she stayed here every day, not speaking, and no longer trying to change anything.
"Grandpa, you must be very tired, right?"
"The time has come..."
"I didn't know why you chose to leave this matter to me before. I thought it was cruel to me... But now it seems that you are right. Just like you decided to bet on Xu Tingsheng."
"..."
While talking in detail, she shed tears, but she didn't cry out.
Before, since the old man was admitted to the hospital, there was only one person in the family, that is, Fang Yuqing's father, to convey information. He only communicates with him.
Later, after Fang Yuqing's father was arrested, the old man finished chatting with Xu Tingsheng. Xu Tingsheng asked him who to call in. He first said Fang Yuqing's name, and then changed it to Fang Cheng.
That day Fang Cheng entered the ward and closed the door.
Grandpa Fang said: "Cheng'er, grandpa will tell you something. I can't die now, you know. I don't die that easily, you have to believe it. But if one day, I should die... but I haven't yet. die… "
The old man pointed to the tube inserted into his body, "Unplug it."
This is what he told Fang Cheng.
"I've already been burdened with sins, and I'm doomed to regret the pain of a lifetime." Fang Cheng looked at the old man's closed eyes and said, "So, that's right...it's best for me to come."
Fang Cheng turned his head away, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a tube on the old man's body.
"Grandpa, Fang Cheng is not filial."
…
The old man of the Fang family died. Or finally dead.
The funeral was arranged very quickly, the mourning hall was very large and the specifications were very high.
Obituary issued…
The Fang family, the "last gamble" that the old man explained before his death, the deal is over...waiting for the flop.
…
West Lake City. funeral parlor.
Fang Ruju, who was shot and injured before, came back from Jiannan. Fang Yuqing and Fang Cheng were also present. Apart from Fang Ruli's mother and daughter who were not allowed to return, there were only three of them left in the Fang family.
The three of them knelt on one side of the mourning hall in filial piety, ready to return salutes to the guests who came to pay their respects.
However, the Fang family had already lost, too quickly, too badly, and too thoroughly. In the officialdom, many people have already chosen to avoid suspicion and distance themselves from the relationship, and the rest are waiting and watching. Before the situation is clear, no one dares to get too close to the Fang family easily.
This is the situation of the Fang family during this time. If the situation didn't change, this would be the future fate of Fang Yuqing and the others.
Throughout the morning, there was almost no one... except Xu Tingsheng.
"Old man, I tried my best."
Xu Tingsheng bowed respectfully and saw the old man off.
Walking in front of Fang Yuqing and the others, Xu Tingsheng asked, "Any news?"
Fang Yuqing shook his head.
This situation lasted until noon, when Xu Tingsheng went out to buy a meal and finished eating with the Fang family.
It's two o'clock in the afternoon.
A black car stopped outside the funeral parlor, and four people got out of the car, two old men Ling and Xiao, Ling Xiao, and the young man who knew Wing Chun that Xu Tingsheng met at Ling's house, who seemed to be called Junwen.
The four people took a look at the door, but they didn't come forward to pay homage, and they didn't do anything else.
They just stood more than ten meters away from the Fang family, without even saying a word.
They are the other side of the bet, waiting for the final flop.
silence.
Xu Tingsheng and Ling Xiao's eyes accidentally met, but neither said anything.
In the deathly silence of the mourning hall, it seemed that there was not even a breath of wind.
But in fact, in Yanzhou and West Lake, officials and businessmen are black and white, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at this place. They are waiting, and once the result is known, they will start to line up.
The issue of standing in line will always be one of the biggest learnings in officialdom.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
There was a commotion outside the funeral home.
Car sound, human voice.
The first to appear in sight are the two teams of armed police responsible for blocking idlers and checking the safety situation...
The four members of the Ling and Xiao families turned their heads to look outside the door, and the figures of the two old men trembled visibly.
The three members of the three generations of the Fang family raised their heads. Although there was no joy in their eyes, there was comfort and hope in their eyes.
I have to admit that apart from letting out a sigh of relief, Xu Tingsheng was also a little curious...
A wreath was brought in.
Xu Tingsheng saw the name on the elegiac couplet...
"I'm going... the big guy who appears on the news broadcast every three days!!!"
Of course, this sound can only be in my heart.