"It's not all rumors, either." Pu Yongxian said. "Pu Jiacheng doesn't live much in Taoyuan, but a lot of belongings will be put there."

He smiled. "Some of them I even brought people to put them."

"But if it turns into looting, it's dangerous." Cheng Zhen lowered her head. "Something like this has happened before."

"If you're afraid of danger, why don't you just stand far away?" Pu Yongxian said, looking at his watch. "Some people may have gathered there, so you'd better hurry up."

"If there is a robbery, Pu Jiacheng is not a person who will sit idly by." Cheng Zhen said. "If he had given the order to shoot, there would have been a lot of casualties in the crowd."

At this, she paused. "Especially when it was not a protesting crowd, but a mob trying to loot. When the time comes, if there is a mess, those Han people will not be satisfied. ”

"Then it's up to you." Pu Yongxian said. "You tell the Han people behind you to stop the protests."

At this moment, I can't tell whether Cheng Zhen's eyes are more sad or angry.

She clenched the notebook in her hand, her eyes moistened. But in the end, no tears fell. His lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"If you don't go, it's too late." Pu Yongxian looked at his watch again. "If you weren't there, maybe someone else would be elected to lead the fight against evil."

He didn't say anything more. Seeing that Cheng Zhen had no intention of leaving, she simply took out a newspaper from the drawer and read it.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhen had no choice but to stand up and walk out of the house. After going out, tears flowed.

Camera cuts.

On the square in front of the Taoyuan Building, there are already thousands of people standing there scattered.

"Pu Jiacheng! Come out and explain it clearly! Someone shouted.

"It's, what the hell is going on!" Someone should be along.

"Are those real?" Someone prepared a horn and shouted like this. "I don't believe it! Mr. Pu, come out and tell me this is not true! ”

Hearing such a shout, there was a stirring sound in the crowd. Many people's faces are full of suspicion.

This is also quite normal. Mr. Pu Ka Seng has always been presented to the city as a positive image of a philanthropist and entrepreneur. Even if you see those very powerful images on TV, many people will have doubts in their hearts.

At this time, if the old man stood up and publicly declared that what was on TV was slanderous and fake, there would undoubtedly be many people who would believe it.

Perhaps, the person who was holding the bullhorn to shout was sent by the old man.

Yuan Sen remembered what he had seen before, the old man's calm appearance---- this kind of thing is easier for the old gentleman than eating."

At this time, another group of people came over.

The group of people lined up, and although it seemed loose, it was still lined up. The people in the front row were wearing the same jackets and vests, and they were holding signs.

"Hit Pu Jiacheng!"

"Pu Jiacheng is the devil!"

"Pu Jiacheng is a sinner!"

"For justice!"

They more than doubled the number of people who had previously gathered in the square. After standing in front of the building, many of them began to curse at what they had seen on TV before, demanding that Pu Jiacheng come out and explain.

"Old thief, get out of here!"

"Old thing! It turns out that you have lied to us for so many years! ”

The people who stood in the square before and asked Pu Jiacheng to come out and explain, seeing them like this, took a bullhorn and began to persuade them.

"Don't rush."

"What is on TV may not be true, it may be a conspiracy of the Han people."

"Mr. Jiacheng has always been a good person, and it's not too late for us to listen to his explanation."

The personnel on both sides quarreled. After a while, there were even instances of mutual insults and shovings among some people in the front row.

Yuan Sen watched with interest, only looking at the joke. After a while, various media interview vans came.

Some photographers set up long guns and short cannons on the perimeter, and some with microphones quickly walked to the side of the crowd.

"Excuse me, what do you think of Mr. Pu's inconsistency?"

"Excuse me, do you also think that the gang leader Pu Jiacheng is the source of all the turmoil in the city?"

"Excuse me, do you also think that if Pu Jiacheng had the courage, he should have committed suicide in public to apologize to everyone?"

"Excuse me, do you also think that Pu Jiacheng should give all his property to everyone to compensate for the damage he has done to everyone for a long time?"

Everywhere, different reporters asked their own questions. The atmosphere of the crowd suddenly changed subtly.

"yes." An elderly man who was initially suspicious of the report did not prepare for the report had a noticeable change in expression when he heard the question of 'compensation'. "He should compensate us...."

"What do you think is the appropriate amount of compensation?" Seeing that he answered like this, the reporter asked again.

On the side, another reporter asked a question at the same time: "Excuse me, do you think that the real estate under the name of Pu Jiacheng is being developed in the city center like everyone else?" ”

When the old man who was interviewed heard this, he looked at the reporter with a firm expression. "I think a new house for each of us is a fair compensation."

In a few moments, the phrase 'just compensation' permeated the entire population. Although there were only a few thousand people, it created a lot of noise enough to carry the sound upstairs.

A moment later, another group of people came.

The number of these people is relatively large, and Yuan Sen can't estimate how many. Some of them had followed Cheng Zhen outside the city to pick up Han prisoners before.

They were also waving banners, and someone who had followed Cheng Zhen before was walking in front of the left side of the line, shouting something through a loudspeaker.

"Xinkaifeng is all Xinkaifeng people! It's not you, Pu Jiacheng, alone! ”

"Good!"

After he finished shouting, the people behind him applauded and expressed their support in unison. As the voices of support almost died down, the man spoke again.

"For the sake of justice, swear to kill the old thief!"

"Good!"

"The old thief has deceived us for decades, and today is the time to seek justice!"

"Good!"

The mood of this group is getting higher and higher. Some reporters, seeing them like this, abandoned the people standing in front of the building and walked to the edge of the line.

"May I ask if you are taking these people to seek justice from Mr. Pu Jiacheng, who has done a lot of evil?"

A reporter asked the man at the front who was shouting slogans.

The man lowered his horn and looked at the reporter with a serious face. "Of course!"

As he spoke, he picked up the speaker again and showed a sad expression to the camera.

"My parents were killed by the old thief Pu Jiacheng! Today, it's finally time to get justice! ”

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