I’m Really a Superstar

this day.

Babaoshan.

Today is the memorial service of Comrade Wei Jianguo, and it is also the day when the body is farewell to cremation. Perhaps the sky has also been touched, and the rain in the dark clouds is like a tear.

Zhang Hao drove up the mountain. After finding a place to stop, I found that there were many people around. At first, he thought it was a memorial service for other people. They also came from other relatives and friends, but they listened to them and Zhang Jian realized There are actually half of them inside for Wei’s editing.

Two people are talking.

"friend."

"Well? What happened?"

"Where is Wei's father's body farewell?"

"Yes, you have to go up, are you old Wei?"

"No, I am a social person. I was moved by the story of Wei Dad. I want to come and send him the last trip. I also want to donate some money to his family. Comrade Wei is gone, his daughter has to live, and there are so many. Children are waiting for help, and I want to do my part to help them."

"Oh, then I thank you for the daughter of Lao Wei."

"No, this positive energy is too stimulating. It is my thanks to Wei Dad."

Donate money?

Help Wei editors?

Zhang Wei knows that it is not money, but justice, which is more important than anything else, and Zhang Wei’s coming today is to help Wei editors to make a fair breath.

Someone called "Zhang Teacher" behind him.

Zhang Yi looked back and saw a few people from Hou Ge Houdi and Xiao Lu Dafei. "Are you also coming?"

"Wei Shu's memorial service, how can we not come." Xiao Lu is still in sorrow, his eyes are red, and he hasn't cried in these days.

Hou Ge was comforting her next to her. "We are so good at Wei Shu, I definitely went to heaven and lived well with it."

Xiao Lu sucked his nose. "That is of course, but... but I can't swallow this breath. Wei Shu is forced to die. No one is responsible."

Waiting for the younger brother, "Wang Shuixin is the leader. Who can take him?"

Dafeidao: "I have been exposed to Wang Shui for the past two days, but I have been deleted every time I just posted a post. It is too irritating."

Hou Gedao: "They want to seal this up, just like the time of sealing Zhang."

At this time, there were many people who were carrying cameras behind, and some newspaper reporters rushed up the mountain with their cameras.

Xiao Lu looked at them and said: "I heard that there is a live broadcast of our TV news channel today. After the start of the memorial service, it will be broadcast live."

Hou Ge was shocked. "Would you like it?"

Xiao Lu hated and said: "We talked to the Internet and no one paid attention to it. We also deleted the posts. If we broadcast live, they would like to delete them. We will tell the truth when we mourn. Do you say that it will cause social concern? Give Wei Shushu a statement? Going down to Wang Shuixin?"

Dafei is busy: "You don't want to come."

Hou Di also said: "Yes, that's the live broadcast, do you still want to be on the TV station?"

Zhang Weidao: "Xiao Lu, you got it, don't add chaos." In fact, he has made a decision, dirty? Black live? Give it to him. "Let's go, let's go up the mountain."

Media reporters and cameras are already in place.

"Is it debugged?"

"It's still a little bit faster."

"Hurry today is the live broadcast can not go wrong"

"I understand, I will be right soon."

"Remember, don't go wrong, you must be foolproof."

The reporters are busy, and some have entered the memorial hall, a large hall.

Originally, in the case of Wei Shushu’s family, there was no money to rent such a memorial hall. Even the memorial service could not be opened. However, in view of such a big hot discussion in the society, it is not known that some people have invested or there is no charge on the Babaoshan side. The cost, this time I found a relatively large office to carry out this memorial service.

Suddenly, a group of people went up the mountain.

There are about one or two hundred children in total, and there are parents around them. This group of people can have 300 people, all dressed in black.

"It is a child"

"Children who have been helped by Uncle Wei?"

"Fast, go to the interview, on the camera rack"

The reporters were all uplifted and hurry up three or five places.

The people who came to participate in the Wei Jianguo memorial service saw this scene. It was also very shocking. The black-pressed people, the children and parents who were helped by Wei’s editors actually came. Look at this number, it seems that one person is not bad? Perhaps in Wei’s editorial, he doesn’t take this as a thing, maybe he helped a child, he can’t even remember himself, but... the children remember that their children will never forget when they face When the difficulties are nowhere, the old hands of Wei’s father’s hand

The time is almost up.

The children and parents did not receive an interview, but went directly to the memorial hall. Many children were crying in, which also caused the scene to hang a dignified atmosphere.

"Let's go in." Hou Gedao.

Dafei Yim, "Let's go, Hu Ge and TV station colleagues are already inside."

Xiao Lu also followed them and walked a few steps but turned back. "Mr. Zhang, are you not going?"

Zhang Wei stood still in the same place. "You are advanced, I can't stand the atmosphere inside. I smoked cigarettes outside, I don't have to wait for me."

Hou Ge sighed: "Okay."

When they left, Zhang Hao did not avoid the rain. He stood in the drizzle of the rain and ordered a cigarette. Sometimes the cigarette was poured out by the raindrops. He ordered another one and did not hit the umbrella.

People come one by one.

In the end, Zhang Wei actually saw the figure of Wang Shuixin and his secretary not far away. There were still a few people next to it, and they were the leaders of the TV station. They all came.

The leadership of the TV station advanced.

Wang Shuixin and the secretary also smoked cigarettes outside, and did not see Zhang Wei not far behind.

Just listen to Wang Shui new road: "I have created a new poem, have you taken it?"

"I have already taken it." The secretary said: "I just gave them the column group last night. I will use it on the next show. The program ratings have been good. I can definitely have a good response. Your poem is written very well. Which capital is a classic."

Wang Shuixin sighed, "Don't be flattering, huh, let's go."

When they licked the cigarette butt, they both entered the memorial service. They laughed and talked about it. They didn’t take Wei’s death as a thing. Not only that, he seemed very happy.

Zhang Hao’s heart is cold, and at this time, are you still laughing? Still thinking about how to earn a reputation? I’m going to see how long your most valued reputation can last.

As soon as he stepped up, Zhang Wei also walked into the memorial hall.

This is what today is the purpose of doing the same thing.