On the third day after the incident, the Omi City Government held an information conference. The venue was located in the Multi-Function Hall No. 1 of the Suzaku Hotel. The venue was filled with media reporters, including Song Shuang, an intern reporter from Omi TV.
The release time has come, and officials from relevant departments came to the front desk, including the spokesperson of the Omi City Government, the director of the Political Department of the Public Security Bureau, the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau, the manager of the bus company, etc. They were all wearing suits and ties on a hot day, with serious expressions.
Sit upright and don't squint your eyes.
The spokesperson of the Omi City Government walked up to the podium. He wore a navy blue suit, a black tie, and a small white flower on his collar. He looked around and said loudly: "Friends from the media, before the press conference officially begins, I would like to ask
Let’s all observe a minute’s silence for the victims of Route 520.”
Everyone bowed their heads in silence. Song Shuang looked at the man on the stage and suddenly remembered, isn't this man Ling Zijie? He was a top student in the Department of Journalism at Beiqing University and the chief champion debater in the International College Debate Competition. After not seeing him for a few years, he was missing.
He is more energetic, more calm and wise, and his speech and behavior are mature and unrestrained.
After the silence, the information conference officially began. Ling Zijie held the manuscript paper in his hand, but did not follow the script. He spoke in standard Mandarin, saying that after testing, the cause of the 520 route deflagration case was basically found to be a hidden danger in the battery pack design.
The bus company and the manufacturer Qingshi Hi-Tech should be held responsible for the accident caused by the explosion due to time running.
A photo of the bus's battery box exploding appeared on the big screen.
There was an uproar. This survey result was completely different from what was circulated on the Internet. Reporters raised their hands to ask questions. Ling Zijie glanced down and clicked on a young reporter from the Morning News.
The young reporter took the microphone and asked: "Excuse me, the spokesperson, what measures did the official take after the tragedy?"
Ling Zijie said: "After the incident, the municipal party committee and the government attached great importance to it. Secretary Cao and Mayor Liu rushed to the scene as soon as possible and gave instructions, requiring that the injured be rescued at all costs, find out the cause of the accident, do a good job in the aftermath, and
An emergency plan has been launched..."
These are official clichés and indispensable procedures. The reporters waited for him to finish speaking and then raised their hands again. This time the questioner was a reporter from Huaijiang Daily, the provincial party newspaper, who was also a shill arranged by the propaganda department.
"May I ask the spokesperson, what are the specific arrangements for the aftermath?"
Ling Zijie smiled and said: "I believe you have seen that we have booked the Zhuque Hotel to receive the families of the victims. Volunteers and psychological counseling staff have also gone to work. The official has issued condolence payments to the families of the deceased and advanced payment for the injured.
The municipal party committee and government will follow up on medical expenses and subsequent claims, and I believe we will get a satisfactory result for everyone."
The reporter did not sit down, but asked again: "Excuse me, this is a liability accident, why did the official use taxpayers' money to pay condolences?"
Ling Zijie said: "The question you raised is very good. I want to explain here that the money used by the government is not the city's fiscal funds, but the charity money from the Flying Fund under the city's Red Cross Society. It was originally allocated for this purpose. The tragedy happened
Later, all enterprises and institutions, universities, middle schools and primary schools in the city, and even old people scavenging and retired workers, all donated a piece of love. On behalf of the Fei Foundation, I assure you that every donation will be implemented and distributed to individuals. Please media
Supervisor, thank you all."
There was a burst of warm applause from below.
A few more reporters asked questions, and Ling Zijie answered them perfectly. The press conference was about to end, and there were still hands raised high below. Ling Zijie was about to say sorry and end the press conference, when he suddenly saw Song Shuang, and his heart
He moved and said: "The last opportunity to ask questions is for this female reporter."
Song Shuang stood up and suppressed her excitement. She knew that her next question would cause an uproar.
"Hello, spokesperson, on the night of the incident, I went to the 520 wreckage storage site to interview and took photos. The battery box did not explode at all. I want to know what the truth is?"
As she spoke, she took out a printed picture and showed it around. The picture showed an intact battery box, and it could be seen that it was on the burned-out car wreckage.
There were whispers, and all eyes were fixed on Ling Zijie's face.
Ling Zijie smiled slightly: "Female reporter, I only have a two-word reply to your question and the so-called evidence presented."
As he spoke, he glanced at everyone again, raised the corners of his mouth, and said two words: "Haha."
There was a moment of silence, and then everyone was impressed by the speaker's wit, and burst into even warmer applause.
"Thank you everyone. The information conference is over. If you want to see the latest news, please follow the official WeChat account of the city government or my personal WeChat platform." Ling Zijie bowed to express his thanks and left gracefully.
The reporters dispersed, and no one paid any attention to Song Shuang. She left the venue sadly alone. As soon as she left the door, a man in casual clothes came over and asked, "Your name is Song Shuang?"
"It's me, what?" Song Shuang noticed the other party's hostility and was not afraid. Instead, he frowned coldly.
"You can do it." The man looked Song Shuang up and down, "Be careful what you say in the future."
"What do you mean?" Song Shuang took out his cell phone to take a photo, and the man turned away.
Song Shuang still took a photo of his back. After walking out of the gate of the Suzaku Hotel, he saw the streets crowded with people. Volunteers were holding donation boxes and accepting donations from passers-by. Colorful flags were fluttering on the streets. Advertisements for Fei Fund were everywhere. Buildings in the distance
On the big screen at the top, the beautiful figure of Xu Jiaojiao, the head of Fei Fund, flashed.
An old beggar man on crutches walked over tremblingly, stuffed a wad of dirty banknotes into the donation box, and turned away without leaving his name.
The young couple walked to the donation box with their nursing child in their arms. The child held coins in his young hands and threw them in.
The middle-aged white-collar worker who passed by in a hurry came back, took out his wallet and donated 1,000 yuan without hesitation. He left his business card to the volunteer and said, "Call me if you need help."
Thinking of those who suffered burn injuries, Song Shuang also took out two hundred yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into the donation box.
…
Liu Handong watched the live broadcast of the information conference in the ward. He was so angry that he almost smashed the TV. He glanced at Ma Ling on the hospital bed, but he still held back his anger and planned to go out to smoke a cigarette to calm down. As soon as he went out, he saw someone playing gongs and drums.
The team, cameras, and media reporters were all cheering in front of them, looking at the formation to present the award to Ma Ling.
Ma Guoqing and Wang Yulan hurriedly came forward to greet them. Liu Handong looked on coldly and saw the leader holding Ma Guoqing's hand tightly and said: "Master, thank you for cultivating such an outstanding daughter for the country. On behalf of the municipal party committee and government, and on behalf of all the people,
The people of Omi extend my sincere condolences to you."
The staff handed over a red gold-gilded certificate, and the leader opened it to the camera. On the inside page, the words "Heroes and Heroes of Omi" were clearly printed on the inside page. Ma Guoqing burst into tears. He and the leader held the certificate and accepted photos from reporters. Another worker
The staff handed over a huge check model with the words 300,000 yuan written on it and the financial seal of Fei Foundation. The leader said that this was the treatment money donated by Fei Foundation to the heroine and asked Master Ma to collect it on his daughter’s behalf.
Down.
Wang Yulan wiped her tears and accepted the "check." There was another burst of filming and interviews. Under the guidance of reporters these days, the old couple had become very good at telling high-sounding clichés. There was a lot of commotion, and the crowd finally left.
, the ward returned to calm.
"We can't ask for this money." Liu Handong said, "This is hush money."
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid!" Ma Guoqing looked around and frowned, "This is the medical treatment money given to us by the state."
Liu Handong said: "You have all been deceived. The explosion of the bus was caused by Liu Fei. It was not a battery explosion at all. I saw it with my own eyes and it is absolutely unmistakable."
Ma Guoqing sternly stopped him: "Shut up, stop saying a few words."
Liu Handong walked into the ward, whispered a few words to Ma Ling, and then asked Ma Guoqing to come over.
Ma Guoqing leaned down to listen, and only heard Ma Ling's weak voice saying: "It's not an explosion, it's arson. I smell gasoline."
Ma Guoqing naturally believed his daughter's words. He had been a policeman for so many years and had never seen anything dark. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and said, "Han Dong, let's forget about this matter. Don't go and find out the truth.
Ling'er survived the catastrophe. God has taken good care of our family. Your aunt and I are both old. If something happens to you again, what will Ling'er do?"
Liu Handong remained silent, with a fire burning in his heart. He was an upright man. How could he tolerate others who had harmed his wife and come to express condolences in a pretentious manner? How could he tolerate a shameless villain who committed crimes and committed crimes to seize a high position and act sanctimoniously?
The reality is so cruel. Liu Fei is powerful and even has his own private armed forces. Qingshi Hi-Tech, which has tens of billions of assets, can only sit back and wait for death in front of him, let alone a common man himself.
The enemy is too powerful, so powerful that it is suffocating. Although I can get guns, is this kind of revenge meaningful? Even if Liu Fei and others are killed, they are still martyrs, and I can only become a person despised by the world.
Murderers make their loved ones unable to hold their heads high.
The news was playing on the TV. Another ministerial leader was investigated by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. Liu Handong was enlightened. Liu Fei was just a deputy provincial mayor with a father-in-law who was the secretary of the provincial party committee. He could do anything in Omi and even Koto.
He can cover the sky, but his hands cannot cover China or the world. A big boss like Master Kong can be brought down, let alone a small provincial capital mayor. Yes, according to the experience of the central government in fighting tigers, first
Cleaning off his surroundings one by one is equivalent to cutting off the tiger's claws, breaking off the teeth, and finally beating the tiger to death!
Liu Handong suddenly understood that from now on, he was no longer a foolhardy common man, but an underground law enforcer with an arduous mission and walking in the darkness.
He went back to the house and said goodbye to Ma Ling, and said tenderly: "Honey, I'm going to go out to do some errands, and you can rest in peace and recover."
Ma Ling suddenly flashed his eyes, indicating that he understood.
Liu Handong greeted his parents-in-law and left the ward, his face turned extremely cold. This was a long and tough battle that required starting from the most basic intelligence collection.
He called Zheng Jiayi: "Do you have time? Let's come out and have a chat."