Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

As soon as I entered the newspaper office the next morning, I was greeted with more than a dozen sharp eyes, and in an instant, everyone rushed over.

"Xiaoye, we have heard about what happened to you yesterday, are you not injured?"

I shook my head: "It's okay, you know, my luck has always been good."

Yes, after running social news for so many years, I have encountered a lot of accidents, big and small, but I have never been injured, and I have been near misses several times.In the newspaper office, my reputation as "the leaf who survived the catastrophe" has spread.

It's a pity that in my previous life, I only caused a lot of misfortune. As for this future blessing... Could it be my current life?

In the morning, I went out to pick up a news about the conflict between the residents and the property.Back at the newspaper office, I ate instant noodles while writing the manuscript, and handed in the manuscript within an hour.

I can't remember whether I have ever done the same manuscript for such a small matter. What I miss most now is my mobile phone and wallet.

In addition, what I really want to know is how this new incident that has never happened in my previous life will change my future destiny.Will it be like the butterfly effect, where a small event triggers a series of chain reactions, leading to very different results in the end.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I was called to the director's office and got my mobile phone and wallet back.

"The higher-ups issued an order that nothing about this petition is allowed to be reported." The director's tone was a bit heavy.

"Then, what about those villagers? Have they been released?" I hurriedly asked, if not allowed to report, it is not the first time. Of course, the safety of those villagers is more important now.

The director shook his head: "The police station didn't release them, and they didn't want to say how they would deal with them. An old friend of mine said that most of them would be sent to a mental hospital in a neighboring city."

"Psychiatric hospital! But their mental condition is normal, and they are all middle-aged laborers. Without them, how can those rural families live?"

"Xiaoye, calm down. I want to help them in this situation, but we can't control it." The director sighed: "Now that something like this has happened, the compensation for Hongxing Village will probably be a little higher. .”

What's the use of giving a little more money?Now that prices are so high, these farmers have lost the land they depend on for survival, and now they have lost their strong labor force. How will they make a living in the future?Not to mention anything else, the housing price of tens of thousands of yuan per square meter is beyond the reach of their income. After being driven out of the village, where will they live?

I bit my lip tightly, really unwilling, and really wanted to do something for them.

Back to my desk with my head down, I hesitated for a while, logged on to QQ, found a brightly lit Ultraman profile picture, and double-clicked it.

"Zheng Fan, are you there?"

"Dude? I broke the news."

"Hey, can you say a word?"

After sending three window jitters, there is still no response.I simply ignored him and just typed out the situation and sent it over.

"...That's the way it is. Our local media can't do it. If you haven't been notified, please help them."

"Besides you, I really can't think of anyone else who can help them."

There was still no response, so I was a little discouraged, so I started playing minesweeper.

When I lost the tenth game in a row, I finally heard the unique beeping sound of QQ.I quickly clicked on the window, but all my hopes were wiped out when I saw the other party's reply.

"Ah Zhen, I'm sorry, I resigned last week. I'll pass the news on to my former colleagues. As for whether they will do it or not, I can't interfere."

Resign... Zheng Fan resigned?This news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me.In my previous life, I didn't have much contact with him, and my impression of him was that he was a reporter who loved to run news, but I never heard of his resignation until I was placed under house arrest.

How could he resign?When he was in college, didn't he just want to join the media where he works now?Working for the most prestigious media outlet in the country is the dream of most of us in the journalism department.

"It was so sudden, how could you resign? Are you unhappy?"

"nothing"

It seems that Zheng Fan is unwilling to say more, so I can only wish him well: "Well then, take care, no matter where you work, I wish you smooth sailing."

Two hours later, I was packing up and getting ready to go home from get off work.

At this time, the mailbox shows that a new email has arrived.I clicked on the prompt window, and the screen cut directly to the new email. In the sender column, it was Zheng Fan's name.

"Ah Zhen, forgive me, I give up.

Not long ago, I went to an underground casino unannounced and was spotted. Five burly men beat me up and broke three ribs and one leg.

My parents flew back from Australia to see me and served me in their clothes.My mother is 60 years old. She knelt down in front of me and begged me with snot and tears to stop doing it. At that time, I couldn’t even get out of bed to help her up.

During those days when I was lying in bed, I thought a lot. For this job, I have paid too much, I am so old, I don’t even have a girlfriend, and I have to take care of my parents while lying in bed.The money is not too much, but the body is exhausted.

This business is too dangerous, we offend people, being insulted, beaten, disgusted by others, I can bear all these, but what if my parents are involved one day, if one day I lose my life, my parents can still count on me who?

So I resigned, and in a while I will go to Australia to be with my parents and be a Chinese teacher.Maybe in a few years you'll still have a blond sister-in-law and a biracial nephew.

That's all for now, you, come on! "

At the end, I lay down on the table, trying to restrain my body trembling, with tears streaming down my face.

This email seemed to have stabbed me hard in my heart. Those painful memories that I tried my best to seal up rushed out from the small hole in my heart, and I couldn't stop it.

The dark room, the silent loneliness, the torture day and night, both body and mind were scarred.

During those days, I wanted to die, but I couldn’t do it. My limbs were all immobilized, and my mouth was gagged. I didn’t have the right to deal with my own life. All I could do was wait until the next torture came. , Wait for this torture to pass.

I thought I would go crazy, but God didn't even grant me the only way to escape. Why was my damn nerve so tenacious, why did it keep me awake until the last moment.

Although I got a life, those pains have long been deeply rooted in my heart and cannot be eliminated.

Why, why is reality like this?In books, movies, and TV dramas, isn’t justice triumphing over evil? Why is it the defeat of justice that repeats itself in reality?Why is there such a big conflict between ideal and reality?

Ye Shuzhen, do you feel lonely?Another comrade-in-arms of yours has left. The friends who chose this path at the beginning are still sticking to it, and there are very few friends left.Ye Shuzhen, are you really unwavering?