Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

The story of Xiaotao still has a deep impression on me. After all, such a large-scale mass incident is rare in this developed city.

However, whether such an event can be done, and whether it will be ordered not to report by a document above before it has time to write a report, this is the biggest question.

I remember that in my previous life, after I reported to the director, he sent another reporter to do it, and before they had time to interview, those people were taken away by the police.

This time, I want to do it myself.

I called the director, and naturally he quickly agreed to the reporter's voluntary request to work overtime on the rest day.

"Xiaoye, let go and do it first, we don't care if the higher-ups will ban it, at least do what you can do first."

The director's words are as I thought.I hung up the phone and looked at Wang Jiawen who was standing with folded arms: "I'm going to do an interview, and I may have to come back later for dinner."

Wang Jiawen shook his head: "Big reporter...be careful, petitioning sounds dangerous, and those people would not have made such a choice if they hadn't been driven to a dead end."

"Hey, see what you're worried about. It's okay. I haven't encountered this kind of thing before. Don't wait for me to eat, but save some good food." I stood up and went into the room to change my clothes.

The better clothes were thrown into the washing machine by Wang Jiawen. I rummaged in the closet, and finally put on the crumpled shirt and worn-out jeans helplessly.Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile wryly, I don't look like an intellectual at all, I'm simply a vagrant.

Two hours later, I sat with petitioning villagers dressed similarly to me, and was locked in a closed room with only a small ventilation window.

I arrived at the gate of the city hall very early, and as soon as I saw this group of villagers appear, I rushed to try to strike up a conversation.Those who rushed up with me were also the police who came to maintain order.

In the end, the police took me as a villager and stuffed them into a police car and took them away.

But I forgot to bring my press card, so I couldn't prove my identity.Originally wanted to call the director, but the police took the phone away, pushed it into the dark room, and locked it up with the villagers.

When I think of this, I can't wait to beat myself up: I am ashamed to rely on two years of experience to be self-righteous, even the most basic things can be forgotten!

The room was dark, with only a faint light coming from the exhaust windows.More than a dozen people were sitting on the ground covered with a thick layer of dust. There was a musty smell in the air, and no one spoke.

Two hours passed, but no one came in and asked anything.Seeing the light outside getting weaker and weaker, I became more and more anxious. I was so exhausted that I didn't know when I would be able to go out.

I looked to my side, and the person on the left buried his head in his knees, and seemed to be about to fall asleep.The person on the right still has his eyes open, staring at the ceiling fixedly, but his eyes are empty, and his consciousness probably has already wandered away.

I cleared my throat, lowered my voice and said to the person on the right: "Master, I don't know what your name is?"

I said it twice before the man came back to his senses and looked at me. He sized me up and said, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

I smiled awkwardly: "I'm a reporter. I heard that you came to petition, so I came here to interview. Unexpectedly, I was also arrested as I was with you."

"Reporter..." The man turned his head away and said slowly, "What's the use of a reporter? Several groups of reporters have come to the village, and every time they entertained them with delicious food and drink, none of them could solve the problem."

I didn't expect that person to have such a bad impression of the reporter, and I didn't know what to say for a while.In fact, I also gritted my teeth against these so-called "colleagues", saying that they are reporters, rather than big liars who swindle food and drink. With a press card, I can do any brazen things. Fame is ruined by these people.

After being silent for a while, I felt that I couldn’t sit like this any longer, so I bite the bullet and said, “Master, tell me what kind of trouble you’ve encountered, anyway, sitting here is just sitting, maybe I’m still sitting here. It can help. I don't want you to entertain me, we are also in trouble together!"

After I finished speaking, I was answered by a long silence.

I noticed that most of the people in the room woke up and looked at me defensively.Obviously, they don't trust me.

I sighed: "Everyone is here to hang out, it's not easy for anyone. If it wasn't for food and bread, how could I go out to work on my rest day and be locked up here. Sigh, I'm not from here either. A local, working alone in the city, almost 30 years old, neither married nor established a business. It’s rare to have a rest today, and I planned to cook a delicious meal with my roommate, but I was called out by the leader halfway through, and I don’t know how to report to the leader Confess..." After speaking, there was already a bit of choking in my tone.

Feeling the movement on the right side, I took a deep breath, held my face and said sullenly, "Sorry."

"Little brother, you are still young!" The uncle beside him finally spoke.I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. Sure enough, it is very useful to pretend to be pitiful at this time.

"Our village is a responsible village. Everyone lives their own life honestly. Farmers farm during the day and rest at night. Although life is not rich, at least they can survive. There are several children who have been admitted to college."

"But I didn't expect that those bastards from the village committee would secretly sell our land to a chemical factory. They only gave us a few hundred yuan per mu of land and asked us to move it out before the end of the month, otherwise it would be demolished. Our house, just drive us out."

It really was forced demolition!I sighed. Villagers who have no power, no power, and no culture are basically powerless to resist this kind of bullying by the village committee and the collusion between officials and businessmen.Because of this, many people were forced to do extreme things.

"I will try my best to help write the report, Hongxing Village, right? I will go to interview tomorrow. However, I have to find a way to go out now..." At this time, frankness is the best attitude. I dare not make a guarantee. Can go all out.

Fortunately, no one seems to be watching the door. Fortunately, this room is on the first floor. Fortunately, the people in the room are all strong men. Fortunately, I am very thin.

They made a concerted effort to pry the exhaust window open and drag me up again to help me climb out.

It was already dark, and there was a yard outside the window, which seemed to be unattended.I didn't care about the impounded things, and kept running until I stopped a taxi by the side of the road.

Until I sat in the car, I kept looking back desperately, for fear that a police car would suddenly chase me out.Heh, although it's a little unkind to escape alone, this is the only way. Only by escaping can we find a way to help them.

The car drove about a few hundred meters, and seeing that no one was chasing after me, I felt relieved, let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the seat.