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"Why are you making such a big move all of a sudden?"
Xia Zhiming gave a "um", expressionless: "Because the above thinks that the poisonous mist and this case have caused the public's trust in the government to drop sharply, compared to the complete removal of the threat of the poisonous mist, the hope of cracking the case is greater, and the above speaks. Now, no matter if it's a human being or a ghost, anyway, you have to catch something to give the people a place to act."
Nie Renyan, who was driving, became a little weird for a moment after hearing this, but neither Xia Zhiming nor Ye Zhao noticed.
Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Are you not holding back because of this?"
"Of course not." Xia Zhiming waved the photo in his hand, "It's nothing, it's quite reasonable. Actually, it's not the case that bothers me..." He hesitated for a while, then said to Ye Zhao, "Have I told you? , I reported the news of the poisonous fog to my boss in advance? Of course, I just told him the news and didn't involve you."
"Your boss?" Ye Zhao thought for a while and said, "Is it the one named Xie who promoted you all the way to the current position?"
Xia Zhiming nodded: "Well, Xie Mingxuan. After I told him, he raised a report to the top about the next day, but there was no reply until the day the poisonous mist occurred. It is said that the top may not be sure of the reliability of the news. Sexuality, considering that if it is false news, it will cause unnecessary panic among the people..."
Ye Zhao nodded: "People in higher positions always think more, which is understandable."
"I know...but, but do you know how many people died this time?" Xia Zhiming endured for two nights, the bloodshot in his eyes made him seem a little red, "The reported number has been shrunk several times. After the water. In reality, it is far more than that. There are dozens of large halls in our hall alone. There are also doctors and nurses transferred from the surrounding hospitals, not to mention the whole country? But now, in order to prevent the spread of news and cause panic, even the memorial service cannot be held normally. Report to their family members that they are temporarily missing or have an emergency mission. Even if the people who escaped stay at home, even if they hear some wind, they don't know the exact situation... I sometimes think that in the current situation, there will be no problem in appeasing the people. But there are casualties, and once there is news, it will be made public, which will cause panic and social chaos, which is worse?"
☆、Chapter13
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became dull because of Xia Zhiming's words. Ye Zhao kept looking at him from the rearview mirror with obvious concern in his eyes.
As Xia Zhiming said, most people don't know the exact situation.
Although many people expressed doubts about the list and the death and injury data released by the government, and used various logical analyses to prove their conjectures, it set off a lot of discussion, and even became the daily chat of all kinds of people from old to young. main topic. However, most people who participate in the discussion are not those who face death directly behind the data. They will be indignant, sympathetic, sad, worried... There will be all kinds of similar emotions, but they will rarely rise to pain. Just like the death of a stranger and the death of a relative, people feel differently after all.
Therefore, in the face of Xia Zhiming's pain, Ye Zhao could understand, but could not empathize. And because couldn't feel the same way, didn't even know where to start with comfort.
However, Xia Zhiming really didn't need comfort, he just needed a place where he could vent his emotions temporarily, and he didn't need to worry about anything else.
To be precise, the people around Ye Zhao, including Ye Zhao himself, belong to the same type of people—they are strong enough in their hearts, courageous and fearless, and they may be momentarily helpless and dazed because they walk into a fork in the road, but they will soon be able to. To understand, stand up again, change direction and move on.
After a long silence with his head down, Xia Zhiming reached out and rubbed his face twice and raised his head. His eyes were still bloodshot, and his frowning eyebrows were exhausted, but his expression seemed to have recovered a lot.
Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Nie Renyan, who seemed to be concentrating on driving to avoid going the wrong way.
"I've been thinking just now, why do you have to choose between these two situations?" He held the steering wheel with both hands and kept his eyes on the road ahead.
It was this kind of lazy tone that made Nie Renyan feel like he was being beaten up when he said anything on weekdays.
However, this time, Xia Zhiming had no urge to kick that face at all, but looked at Nie Renyan's eyes in the rearview mirror and waited silently for him to continue.
"The two assumptions you have made are an habitual idea created by the people above. To put it bluntly, their ideas are covering you. If you want me to say, you are a public official for a long time, and your mind has become rigid. It's a dead end, it's just a matter of turning a corner."
Xia Zhiming frowned and asked, "What dead end?"
Nie Renyan glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "The people above don't think the news is necessarily credible, how about you?"
Impressive in an instant!
Yup! Such a simple question, how can you devolve yourself into it!