Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The smell of disinfectant in the hospital made my head spin.
At three in the morning, I sat on a bench outside the emergency room, clutching the Rights Protection Materials in my hand.
"Mr. Zhang, your father has temporarily passed the critical period," the Attending Physician said. "But he must be hospitalized immediately for observation; his Hypertension has become life-threatening."
I stood outside the glass window of the intensive care unit, gazing at my father's pale face.
Various wires from machines were tangled around him like a spider's web, and glaring red numbers flickered continuously.
My phone rang; it was elder Li from the Rights Protection Group. "Xiao Zhang, I can't participate anymore. Last night, someone threatened my son's job..."
" elder Li, I understand," I said, forcing down the anger boiling inside me. After hanging up, I opened the Rights Protection Group chat and saw that half of the members had already withdrawn.
When I returned home, my wife was packing her bags. "I'm sorry, Zhang Ming," she said with red eyes. "My mom said I should stay with her for a few days. We both need to calm down during this time."
I silently watched her leave.
In the living room, medical bills, Lawyer Fees receipts, and various documents were scattered everywhere.
A Mortgage reminder pinged on my phone: only three days left until the payment due date.
Just then, a message popped up on my phone: "Zhang Ming, it seems you still don't understand our warning. If that's the case, don't blame us for being rude."
The next day at work, my supervisor called me into his office. "The company is planning layoffs soon, and your recent performance..."
I understood what he meant and quietly packed up my desk.
Before leaving, a colleague discreetly told me, "It was Wu Degui who had someone speak to the general manager."
To make matters worse, that evening I discovered that one of the most crucial pieces of evidence in the Rights Protection Materials was missing.
Surveillance footage showed someone breaking into my office while I was away.
"Do you remember that internal memo?" A message from an unknown number appeared on my phone. "It's in our hands now. I advise you to know when to stop."
I slumped on the sofa, feeling an unprecedented sense of helplessness.
I stared at the unfamiliar number on my phone screen. After a moment's hesitation, I answered the call.
"Hello, I'm Chen Jia, a reporter from Southern Weekly. I'd like to talk to you about the Demolition Compensation issue."
The voice on the other end was young but carried a tone of professionalism.
"I've learned about your father's situation and noticed several similar cases recently. If you're willing, I'd like to do an in-depth report."
We arranged to meet at a quiet café.
Chen Jia brought her laptop and diligently recorded every detail.
"Could I see the evidence you've collected?"
I opened my database and displayed the results of my investigations over the past few months.
"Every document has been verified, and every testimony is backed by recordings."
"Your materials are very well organized," Chen Jia remarked appreciatively.
"But before we publish, we need to conduct another round of verification. The report must withstand scrutiny."
In the following week, I collaborated with Chen Jia to visit multiple victims and restructured the case timeline.
"The focus of the report is not just to expose problems but also to push for solutions."
"We need to make more people aware of this systemic corruption."
Finally, the investigative report titled "Who Moved Their Relocation Compensation" was published.
The article detailed how Wu Degui and his network operated the ins and outs of Demolition Compensation, accompanied by thorough data analysis and case studies.
Once the report was published, it immediately sparked heated discussions on social media.
"Housing is the lifeblood of the common people; this is simply a matter of life and death!"
"We must investigate thoroughly!"
The comments section was filled with voices of anger.
The Street Office was forced to hold a press conference to respond.
The spokesperson appeared quite uncomfortable: "We take the public's concerns very seriously and have established a special investigation team..."
However, more details began to surface.
Someone in the comments section revealed a similar experience, and some previously silent victims started to come forward.
The pressure from public opinion was mounting.
I received a text from Chen Jia: "The people from the prosecutor's office have scheduled a meeting with me; they are taking this case seriously. Stay in touch."
At that moment, my lawyer called: "The media exposure is having an effect. The prosecutor's office has decided to intervene in the investigation; this is a significant breakthrough."
Comment 0 Comment Count