Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Seeing that a great disaster was about to come, he still wanted to go to the Dharma with others. It was a waste of time and a meaningless thing.

Although he had no intention of fighting with those people, things had happened and had to be resolved. Feng Sizhe walked towards the nearby car, and behind him were Yin Fenglei, Zhang Yang and others.

The place they chose was the square where Ya Yunlong was injured, and Feng Sizhe and everyone rushed there quickly.

This square is called Cuiping Garden Square. It is a large square that can accommodate two to three thousand people. In this square, countless men, women, old and young gathered here, and the center point they gathered around was Ya Yunlong, member of the Standing Committee of the Xichuan Municipal Party Committee and Minister of the United Front Work Department, who was standing on a high stone.

There was still blood on Ya Yunlong's head, which was simply treated with gauze. It can be seen that the blood was still not well controlled. However, Minister Ya stood on the boulder with a tweeter and shouted loudly, "Fellow villagers, I understand how you feel now. I also know that it is a huge loss for you to gather here. But this is the collective opinion of the Xichuan Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government. According to the news from the comrades of the Forecasting Department of the National Earthquake Department, the underground geological conditions in Xichuan are indeed too complicated. The result of this situation is that Xichuan is likely to undergo serious geological changes in the near future. For everyone's safety, we have this disaster prevention exercise. I hope you can understand..."

When Ya Yunlong just said this, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the crowd of people gathered together, "What do you mean by possible? This is clearly not the fact. We want to go home now, we want to work, and we want to live a normal life."

As this person shouted, countless people immediately followed his lead.

"We want to go home, we want to work, we want to live a normal life."

"We want a better life, and we want to work hard..."

Suddenly, voices were heard in the square, and as the voices spread, the crowd seemed to become excited, and the circle surrounding Ya Yunlong became smaller in an instant.

This was the scene Feng Sizhe saw when he arrived here, and he also heard clearly the first voice that was heard in the crowd.

A clown-like smile appeared on Feng Sizhe's face. If his guess was correct, the first person who shouted to Ya Yunlong should be a pawn arranged here by others, in order to create obstacles for Ya Yunlong in his work and to embarrass himself.

"Chen Hu, go find that man." After just giving the order, Feng Sizhe walked towards the center of the square. Since this kind of thing did not happen in one place, he might as well solve it once and for all. Let him solve this problem once and for all.

The crowd had surrounded Ya Yunlong, but with the help of Yin Fenglei, Zhang Yang, Li Shuang, Liu Jun and others, Feng Sizhe was able to successfully reach the boulder.

Ya Yunlong already felt a little powerless facing those angry people. He had explained everything he should have, but those usually kind-hearted people might have experienced a sudden change, or were instigated by someone with ulterior motives. Besides, he had a head injury and was bleeding, and he didn't sleep much last night, so he was in a very bad mood now.

Just when Ya Yunlong felt weak and even unsteady on his feet, and was about to faint, a strong hand suddenly supported his back, "Comrade Ya Yunlong, you've worked hard, let me do it next."

Hearing the voice, Ya Yunlong turned around excitedly. When he saw that it was Feng Sizhe who came, he felt relaxed both physically and mentally. Under tremendous pressure, he worked here relying entirely on a belief. Now that someone came to take over, the feeling of exhaustion suddenly came over him, and he was about to fall down.

"Hurry, help Comrade Ya Yunlong go and have a rest." Feng Sizhe supported Minister Ya and shouted to the people behind him.

Soon, Li Shuang and Liu Jun came over and helped Ya Yunlong to rest. The people nearby saw Ya Yunlong was about to leave, and someone immediately said loudly, "We can't let him go."

"What are you shouting about? I'm here. Tell me what you have to say." After angrily shouting at the shouting crowd, Feng Sizhe jumped on the spot and successfully climbed onto the boulder. At the same time, he also held the tweeter that was originally in Ya Yunlong's hand.

And at the moment when Feng Sizhe stepped onto the giant stage, a 23-year-old man with a scar on his face who was shouting the loudest and making the most trouble in the crowd was pinned down by Chen Hu. His powerful hand pressed down on the man's shoulder blade, leaving him unable to even shout for help.

In the crowd, Chen Hu's actions did not attract anyone else's attention at all, because everyone's eyes were on Feng Sizhe. They wanted to see what this forty-year-old middle-aged man wanted to say.

Chen Hu and the scarred man quietly retreated. For a while, no one started to make trouble. A few people who were originally shouting under the malicious instigation of others were also shocked by the huge pressure that Feng Sizhe unintentionally showed.

Feng Sizhe is the governor of the Capital Province. His prestige is very useful to some officials. When ordinary officials see him, they will stand far away from him, for fear of shocking the governor's authority. This is just like when the emperor traveled in ancient times, the ministers would kneel on the ground to greet him, because of the emperor's majesty.

The majesty that Feng Sizhe inadvertently revealed was of course intentional. Special circumstances require special treatment. Under normal circumstances, he would not use any harshness on ordinary people. But today is different. If he doesn't act tough, someone might really step on his neck.

Standing on the boulder, Feng Sizhe could see farther. "Hey, you guys, don't leave, come here."

Outside the crowd, several people carrying cameras and microphones were about to leave, but suddenly this voice rang in their ears, causing them to shudder involuntarily and with a somewhat painful expression on their faces.

These people are from the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department. They came to Xichuan to conduct interviews under the instruction of Minister Mu Ximing in order to find more evidence. Fortunately, they came to trouble Feng Sizhe after the disaster drill. There was a mass gathering here just now, and they rushed over to film it. But who would have thought that Feng Sizhe would actually come here.

Maybe ordinary people in Xichuan City don't know much about Feng Sizhe, but as staff members of the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department, they know too much about this young governor. This governor dared to play against the discipline department when he came to Ducheng Province. How could they compete with and offend such a leader? I still remember that Mu Ximing warned them before they came to Xichuan not to conflict with Feng Sizhe, otherwise no one could save them, but who would have thought that they would still be seen after hiding.

"Hey, you guys, which unit are you from? I'm calling you, didn't you hear me?" Feng Sizhe looked at the people carrying cameras who were still walking with no intention of stopping, and couldn't help but shout again.

"You are not allowed to leave. Didn't you hear the governor calling you?" The policeman on guard outside Cuiping Garden Square heard Feng Sizhe's shout, and then looked at those who wanted to leave and said.

The way out was blocked, and the staff members of the Provincial Propaganda Department immediately looked unhappy. They knew that they would not be able to leave this time.

The leader had no choice but to turn back, then said to Feng Sizhe who was standing on the boulder with a wry smile, "We are staff members of the Provincial Propaganda Department, and we are here to interview."

As soon as he heard that they were from the Provincial Propaganda Department, Feng Sizhe knew that these people had bad intentions, but at this time he really didn't have the time to deal with them. On the contrary, he decided to use them, so he said loudly, "Oh, you are comrades from the Provincial Propaganda Department, that couldn't be better. Aren't you here to interview me? Then turn on the camera now, point it at me, and then put everything you record on TV. There should be no problem for you."

Feng Sizhe knew their identities, but instead of being angry, he asked them to interview him openly. The leading cadre's eyes lit up immediately, "No problem, no problem."

The staff of the Provincial Propaganda Department were very happy to be able to interview openly.

Just like that, two cameras were soon pointed at Feng Sizhe. Seeing that everything was almost ready, Young Master Feng picked up the tweeter in his hand and said loudly, "Hello, fellow villagers of Xichuan. My name is Feng Sizhe, and I am the deputy secretary of the Ducheng Provincial Party Committee."

After Feng Sizhe introduced himself, the crowd that had been relatively quiet around him suddenly became excited again.

"He is Feng Sizhe. I think he is the governor of our Ducheng Province?"

"Yes, I've seen him on TV, but he's much younger in person than on TV."

"Yes, he is our governor. But why did he say he was a deputy secretary? This deputy secretary should not be as high-ranking as the governor, right?"

For a while, there was a lot of discussion below, saying all kinds of things.

Feng Huazhe also heard the discussions below. To be honest, he wanted to say that he was the governor, because he knew that in the eyes of the people, this identity was more authoritative and trustworthy. But he knew better that he was no longer the governor. The Capital Provincial People's Congress had suspended him from this position. So if he still said that he was the governor, wouldn't others use it as a handle and then slander him?