Chapter 228 Lei Feng jumped into the river

In midsummer, the sun is scorching.

Wang Zhuo drove on the Bund Road in Huangjiang District. On one side was the turbid Huangpu River water, and on the other side were lined with tall buildings.

On the one hand, there are the results of rapid development of material construction, and on the other hand, the damage and pollution caused to the environment, the two are in sharp contrast.

The sun at ten o'clock was like a big fireball, but the beauties on the Bund Road all seemed to be not afraid of the sun. They had suspenders, shorts, small sandals, and the fabrics on their bodies were not enough to add up to Wang Zhuo's pair of shorts.

While driving, Wang Zhuo enjoyed the bustling street view, and the relaxed pop music was played in the car, which was so comfortable.

The fiery red sports car drove onto the Huangjiang Bridge. Wang Zhuo was swaying gently to the rhythm of the music. The scenery was a shame. The vehicle in front slowed down and stopped. The vehicle in front was parked densely, blocking it.

Traffic jam?

How can there be traffic jams on the Huangjiang Bridge? He put down the car window curiously and looked out.

In fact, with his perspective eyes, he could see clearly the situation ahead with just a glance. But recently he felt that he was too dependent on perspective eyes. Sometimes he was too lazy to even do necessary movements. In the long run, he would easily reveal his feet, so he began to deliberately maintain his naturalness when there was no need to use perspective eyes.

I saw dozens of meters in front of me, but it was not because of an accidental breakdown or other traffic accidents. On the high cable-stayed bridge, a short and thin young man squatted on it like a monkey. Below him was the outer edge of the Huangjiang Bridge. Just a light horizontal line, you can jump into the shimmering river water.

On the bridge deck near him, several police cars, fire trucks and ambulances were on duty, so the road surface on this side of the bridge was completely blocked.

The driver of a Citroen sedan next to him stood beside the car, put on a pergola and watched for a while, and cursed to himself: "Cao Mud Horse, are these migrant workers asking for wages again?"

Inspired by him, Wang Zhuo looked at the young man with a close look. He was wearing cheap clothes and had no body, and he was really like an outsider working in the city.

Anyway, it has become such a virtuous character, and the young man may not get out for a while, so Wang Zhuo simply pushed open the car door and got out.

"Brother, the car is good." The fat uncle who drove Citroen smiled and asked, "It's Lutes, three million?"

"Absolutely." Wang Zhuo smiled and nodded.

A few people immediately gathered around to look at the car. They thought the red sports car was eye-catching. But they didn't recognize the brand, and they didn't know if the owner was the awesome young man, so they didn't come over. Now seeing Wang Zhuo so easy to talk to, the fat man pointed out that the car was worth three million, which immediately attracted them.

"It's not a salary request." A young man who had just walked up from behind came to the fat uncle and Wang Zhuo and shook his head and said, "You don't know. There are regulations on the above that he is not allowed to report suicide wage demand. This trick is no longer useful."

"Oh? What's going on?" The fat uncle immediately became interested.

Wang Zhuo looked at the little man. He looked about thirty years old, with a well-proportioned body and thick hair, so his shaved a blue chin and his facial features were somewhat ethnic minority-like, like those on the Arab side. He wore brown-gray six-cropped pants, four bulging pockets on it, and a camera bag on his shoulder. It looked very big and heavy, and it should be a professional-grade SLR camera.

"Please maintain stability." The little man smiled and said, "In the past few years, the media reported the news of payroll requests, and followed up follow-up reports, which did solve many problems of difficulty in payroll. But unexpectedly, they stabbed the hornet's nest. The people who arrears found this trick to work and learned it. I heard that in the worst time in Guangzhou, six or seven people jumped into the river and jumped into the river in a day, and they still acted in groups. At most, more than a dozen people stood on the bridge pile. This kind of thing had a great impact, and even foreign media paid attention to it, and later they stopped reporting it."

"Who won't let the report?" The fat uncle didn't understand.

The little man just smiled and pointed at the sky.

Wang Zhuo sneered: "Can the problem be solved if you don't let the report be solved?"

"Yes, why can't it?" The little man looked at him and smiled: "The media no longer pays attention. The things they make are only time-sensitive, no sensational, and will not lead others to imitate them. When everyone heard that this trick was useless, it gradually faded."

Wang Zhuo laughed silently. The problem he said was to solve was to ask for salary, while the little man said that he was jumping into the river. It seems that solving the problem of jumping into the river was the focus of local work. As for those who asked for salary or not, as long as they did not use extreme methods, you can ask for it slowly.

"Then isn't this guy asking for salary?" The fat uncle pointed ahead.

"Not only those who ask for salary, but also those who ask for funding." The little man nodded and said, "If there are people who cannot afford to treat critically ill patients at home, they want to use this trick to attract media attention and then obtain social funding. Wouldn't that world be in chaos? You see the police below. If that guy had this idea, the police would have told him the truth directly, and he would have come down long ago."

"It makes sense..." Wang Zhuo nodded. If the media paid attention to this kind of thing and finally helped such people get social support, and in the future, others would follow suit and would all run here to jump over the bridge, and the bridges across the country would be overcrowded.

"Damn, then what is this guy doing?" The fat uncle scratched his head and spat, "I'll take a look in front!"

The fat uncle had just walked a few steps away when an aunt was walking back towards him. He hurriedly went up to inquire.

"well……"

The tall aunt sighed and walked forward, saying, "The world is getting worse and worse, there is no place to deal with this world."

"What wronged did he suffer?" The fat uncle hurriedly followed, and the fat body trembled.

Aunt Gao walked a few more steps forward and came to the place where Wang Zhuo and his dozen people were chatting together, then said, "That person is Feng Liang, has anyone heard of it?"

Feng Liang? Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Feng Liang?" The little man's eyes lit up and he stepped forward and asked, "Sister, that kid is Feng Liang?"

"Do you know about him?" Aunt Gao glanced at him and said, "The second-instance judgment has been concluded, and he is ordered to pay 120,000 yuan. He doesn't want to live anymore!"

"Grass!" The little man stomped his feet, pressed his camera bag tightly, and ran forward.

"What's the situation?" A white-collar man in a suit and tie asked curiously.

"You don't know Feng Liang, you always know Peng Yu in Nanjing, right?" Aunt Gao breathed hard, as if she wanted to exclaim the irritability in her chest: "Their cases are exactly the same. Peng Yu has lost money, but Feng Liang can't pay it, so he doesn't want to live."

"I'm a grass!" The white-collar man was stunned for a moment before cursing.

Who doesn’t know about Peng Yu in Nanjing? It’s a household name! That’s the direct person involved in a sensational incident that reversed the five thousand years of traditional Chinese morality! Since then, people across the country have not dared to help when they encounter passers-by who fall. Whoever learns from Lei Feng is scolded as a ***. Many schools specialize in thematic school meetings to educate students not to blindly save people. Gone are the times when I picked up a cent on the side of the road and sent it to the police uncle!

Everyone started talking, and the tall aunt briefly talked about the whole story of Feng Liang's case, which immediately made the audience indignant and cursed the judge who was judging the case for not giving birth to a son and having a daughter all over her body.

The Feng Liang case is simply a replica of the case of Peng Yu in Nanjing, but this guy is a student of a higher vocational college, commonly known as the Pheasant University.

His home is in a city in Jiangnan Province. When he went home for the New Year in winter, he encountered heavy snow that happened once in a decade. When he took his brother to the street, he met an old lady who fell on the snow. The two stopped a taxi and took the old lady to the hospital.

"Why is it an old lady again?" the fat uncle asked with laughter and cry.

"Female accounts for 70% of the elderly, so old ladies appear more frequently." The white-collar man said, while taking out a pair of glasses and putting on them.

After being sent to the hospital, Feng Liang helped the old lady complete the simple procedures and wanted to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds without leaving a name. Unexpectedly, he was caught by the old lady's grandson who rushed over. Want to run away? No way!

Feng Liang was in trouble on the spot.

The old lady is eighty-eight years old this year, and her butt is so broken that it is basically impossible for the 88-year-old man to heal, so the old lady has to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. She insisted that it was Feng Liang's brothers who fought on the street and knocked her down!

Witness? No! No evidence? No! But the old lady swears to hold on to this statement. Then Feng Liang was sued to court, and the first instance was sentenced to compensation of 120,000 yuan, and the second instance upholds the original judgment. The second instance of the civil litigation is the final trial. The case has been concluded and the conclusion is made!

After the verdict was over, Feng Liang became the target of laughter from the locals and the representative of the ***. His parents, relatives, friends, neighbors and classmates scolded him, "You kid know that Peng Yu was already in front of him, but he still fucked to learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds. Are you ***? This time, it's OK, the final trial, I'll ask you to pay 120,000 yuan, you sell your kidneys to pay!"

After hearing the whole story, a young man suddenly shouted: "There is no evidence to judge me? That judge is the fuck!"

The tall aunt gave him a blank look and sneered: "The judge said, since you can't come up with evidence to prove that the old lady was not knocked down by you, you have to take responsibility."

The young man was dissatisfied: "Cass! The law is not about it. Whoever claims it will provide evidence?"

One of his companions next to him said sarcastically: "Yes, wasn't Peng Yu just claiming that he was innocent back then? If he couldn't prove that he was innocent, then he would bear half of the compensation."

The young man was stunned for a moment and said with a laugh and cry: "What kind of bullshit logic is this? Isn't the plaintiff the old lady?"

"The old lady said they had evidence." Aunt Gao sneered and said, "They said that if the person was not hit by you brother Feng Liang, then you were full and sent to the hospital? Why do others ignore it when they see it, but you are so kind? Obviously there is a ghost in your heart!"

"Damn!"
Chapter completed!