I’m Really a Superstar

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this day.

Babaoshan.

Today is the memorial service for Comrade Wei Jianguo, and it is also the day when the body bids farewell and is cremated. Perhaps the sky was moved, and a light drizzle fell in the dark clouds, like tears.

Zhang Ye drove up the mountain. After finding a place to stop, he found that there were many people around him. At first, he thought it was someone else's memorial service. The people who came were also other people's relatives and friends, but after listening to them talking, Zhang Ye understood , half of the people inside were here for Editor Wei.

There are two people talking.

"friend."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Is this where Father Wei's body was bid farewell to?"

"Yes, we still have to go up. Are you from Wei?"

"No, I am just a social worker. I was moved by Father Wei's deeds. I wanted to come and see him off for the last time. I also wanted to donate some money to his family. Comrade Wei is gone, and his daughter has to live, and there are so many things. Children are waiting for help, and I want to do my part to help them.”

"Oh, then I'd like to thank you on behalf of Lao Wei's daughter."

"No, this kind of positive energy is so motivating. It's my turn to thank Dad Wei."

Donate money?

Help Wei edit his home?

Zhang Ye knows that what can help them now is not money, but justice. This is more important than anything else. And Zhang Ye came here today just to help Editor Wei seek justice.

"Teacher Zhang" someone called him from behind.

Zhang Ye turned around and saw Brother Hou, Di Hou and Xiao Lu Dafei, "Are you here too?"

"How could we not come to Uncle Wei's memorial service?" Xiao Lu was still in sorrow, his eyes were red, and he had been crying a lot these days.

Brother Hou was comforting her, "Uncle Wei, a good man, must have gone to heaven and lived a good life there."

Xiao Lu sniffed, "Of course, but...but I just can't swallow this breath. Uncle Wei was forced to death. How come no one takes responsibility?"

Hou Di held his breath and said: "Wang Shuixin is the leader, who can do anything to him?"

Da Fei said: "I have been exposed to Wang Shuixin on the Internet in the past two days, but every time I post a post, it is deleted soon after. It's so annoying."

Brother Hou said: "They want to silence them, just like they did when they silenced Teacher Zhang."

At this time, many people carrying cameras came up from behind, and some newspaper reporters also hurried up the mountain with cameras.

Xiao Lu looked at them and said: "I heard that our TV station news channel will have a live broadcast today. After the memorial service begins, the entire process will be broadcast live."

Brother Hou was startled, "What do you want?"

Xiao Lu said bitterly: "No one pays attention to us when we talk to the Internet, and the post is deleted even if we say it. If we live broadcast, they can't delete it even if they want to. If we tell the truth when we mourn, do you think it will attract social attention?" Give Uncle Wei an explanation? Give Wang Shuixin some trouble?"

Da Fei said hurriedly: "Don't do this nonsense."

Hou Di also said: "Yes, it is a live broadcast. Do you still want to be on a TV station in the future?"

Zhang Ye said: "Xiao Lu, come on, don't cause trouble." In fact, he has already made a decision, dirty work? Dark work? Just leave it to him, "Let's go up the mountain"

Media reporters and cameras are already in place.

"Has the debugging been completed?"

"It's still a little short of that, but it's almost over."

"Hurry, today is a live broadcast and there can be no mistakes."

"I understand, I'll be fine soon"

"Remember, don't make mistakes and be foolproof"

The reporters were all busy, and some had already entered the memorial hall, which was a large hall.

Originally, Uncle Wei's family couldn't afford to rent this kind of memorial hall, and they might not even be able to hold a memorial service. However, given the heated discussion in the society, I don't know if someone contributed the money or Babaoshan didn't charge it. Therefore, we found a larger hall to hold the memorial ceremony.

Suddenly, a group of people went up the mountain

One after another, there were about one or two hundred children, and they were accompanied by their parents. There were three hundred people in this group, all of whom were wearing black clothes.

"It's a child"

"The child who was helped by Uncle Wei?"

"Hurry, go to the interview quickly, the camera is on the stand"

The reporters were all in high spirits and hurried up in threes and fives.

The people who came to attend Wei Jianguo's memorial service were also very shocked when they saw this scene. It was such a dark place, but the children and parents who had been rescued by Editor Wei were actually here? Looking at this number of people, it seems that there is not a single person missing? Maybe in Editor Wei's mind, he doesn't take these things seriously, maybe he can't even remember which children he helped, but... the children remember him and the children will never forget when they face When there is no way out, the old hands stretched out by Wei’s father

The time is almost up.

The children and parents did not accept interviews, but went directly into the memorial hall. Many children went in crying, which once again gave the scene a solemn and sad atmosphere.

"Let's go in too." Brother Hou said.

Da Fei nodded and said, "Let's go, Brother Hu and his colleagues from the TV station are already inside."

Xiao Lu followed them and walked forward. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Teacher Zhang, aren't you going?"

Zhang Ye stood still and said, "You guys go ahead. I can't stand the atmosphere inside. I'll smoke a cigarette outside first. You don't have to wait for me."

Brother Hou sighed: "Okay."

After they left, Zhang Ye did not take shelter from the rain. He just stood in the light rain and lit a cigarette. Sometimes the cigarette butt was extinguished by raindrops, so he would light another one without holding an umbrella.

People arrived one by one.

Finally, Zhang Ye unexpectedly saw Wang Shuixin and his secretary not far away. There were several people beside him. It seemed that they were probably the leaders of the TV station. They were all here.

The leaders of the TV station entered the scene first.

Wang Shuixin and his secretary also smoked a cigarette outside, but did not see Zhang Ye not far behind them.

Just listen to Wang Shuixin say: "Have you taken my newly composed poem?"

"Already got it." The secretary said hurriedly: "I just gave them the column group last night. I will use it on the next show. The ratings of the show have always been good. There will definitely be a lot of response. Your poems are so good. Well, every song is a classic."

Wang Shuixin hummed, "Stop flattering me, haha, let's go."

After pinching their cigarette butts, the two of them also entered the memorial service, smiling as they spoke. They didn't take Editor Wei's death seriously at all. Not only that, he seemed very happy.

Zhang Ye felt cold in his heart. At this time, you are still laughing? Still thinking about how to earn fame? Okay, I want to see how long you can maintain your most important reputation.

With a step forward, Zhang Ye also walked into the memorial hall.

This guy came here today with the purpose of dying together.