Zhaojiatun, the government focuses on maintaining stability.

In the past two years, the survival rate of cultivated crops is very low, especially this year, the seedlings planted in the spring are dying in pieces, there are signs of no harvest, many elderly people in the village have died of cancer, is it caused by the pollution of the industrial park, the relevant departments have not given a conclusion, let alone compensation or responsibility.

The villagers have made trouble many times, but nothing has been found, some have left disappointed, some are still holding on, and most of the young people have gone to the city to work, and the already depressed village is now becoming more and more dilapidated.

A two-story small building built by a homestead seems to be only half completed, not only is the interior not decorated, the second floor does not even have doors and windows, and only the room on the left side of the first floor can barely accommodate people.

In the house, Zhao Tiezhu, who is in his sixties, and his seven-year-old granddaughter Zhao Niuniu, sit at the kang table, picking up millet porridge and making steamed buns, the exposed red brick wall, without any decoration, only hanging two photo frames, the photos are black and white photos, one is Zhao Tiezhu's wife, and the other is his son Zhao Guomin.

Last year, Lao Zhao's son rode a motorcycle from the provincial capital dozens of miles away to return to the village, and accidentally planted into a stinky lake two miles east of the village.

Lao Zhao's son fell into the water and was rescued for a few days, suffering from acute pneumonia, the rescue was ineffective, and he died, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man under the stimulation of the huge pain, Lao Zhao's wife suddenly had a cerebral infarction and went to find his son, not long after the two funerals, Lao Zhao's daughter-in-law swept away all the belongings of the family, left the child, and disappeared.

A series of accidents almost destroyed this family.

The cause was that his son fell into the sewage lake and fell ill, Lao Zhao ran around for this, seeking justice for his son and the family, but like a ball, he was kicked around, sad and helpless, and in a fit of anger, he sued the park management committee in court, but the court thought that the evidence was insufficient and the facts were unclear.

Lao Zhao lost the lawsuit, many petitions were stopped, and when he was disheartened, another bad news came, he was unwell some time ago, and he went to many hospitals, and finally found out that he had advanced liver cancer in the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University in the provincial capital, and he did not live for half a year.

Fate always seems to like to make poor people suffer more pain and helplessness.

Lao Zhao looked at his granddaughter while eating, his heart was like a knife, he was gone, what should I do with the little girl?

"Lao Zhao, Mayor Wang came to inspect the park today, a reporter followed the interview, and many people in the village discussed to discuss the explanation, you can also try, maybe you can gain something." Wang Cuilan, a widow who lived next door, pushed the door in and put down the bowl in her hand, which was steaming crispy fried cake.

When Lao Zhao heard this, his eyes froze, and he had an idea.

Anyway, if he wants to die, then he will die vigorously, and if he is on the news, his family's affairs, including the lonely little girl, will attract attention.

"Think about it," Lao Zhao

The kind-hearted Wang Cuilan's mother nodded, pinched Niuniu's face, and left like a gust of wind.

"Grandpa, you eat" Niuniu fiddled with chopsticks and struggled to pick up the fried cake and put it in her grandfather's bowl, Lao Zhao looked at her sensible granddaughter, her nose was sore, and she wanted to cry.

Niu Niu, live well.

Grandpa can't be with you anymore.

Lao Zhao thought in his heart, endured the heart-rending sadness, lowered his head to pick up the rice, finished lunch, went out to borrow half a barrel of gasoline, poured it into a two-liter Coke bottle, and then went to find Wang Cuilan next door, entrusted her to take care of Niuniu, settle everything, Lao Zhao rode the motorcycle left by his son, and wanted to leave.

The little girl seemed to have a premonition of something, crying and not letting her grandfather go.

Lao Zhao didn't fold, sighed, picked up Niuniu, put it in front of him, started the motorcycle, and rushed out on a motorcycle while the joint defense team members patrolling the entrance of the village were not paying attention, and went straight to the industrial park.

After the ribbon-cutting inspection, Wang Yiming queued up in the canteen of an enterprise in the park to eat, and sat with the workers to eat a big pot of rice, making him homely and approachable.

The special person who took the camera and took pictures ran back and forth, and was very busy, which will be able to reflect the scene of Mayor Wang taking the mass line close to the people, and record it all.

After the meal, the park management committee and the heads of various enterprises, a large number of workers, bid farewell to Wang Yiming, and at the moment when Wang Yiming waved goodbye and prepared to get into the car.

Lao Zhao, who mixed into the farewell crowd, suddenly jumped out and shouted tragically: "Mayor Wang, my son and wife died unjustly, you have to be the master of our family." ”

The atmosphere suddenly froze, countless pairs of eyes looked at Lao Zhao blankly, the personnel in charge of the security department of the city bureau were shocked, and there was no time to react, Lao Zhao had already splashed the gasoline he was carrying, lit it with a lighter, and there was a roar of live people burning.

"Grandpa"

Niu Niu cried and squeezed out of the crowd and pounced on her grandfather.

Someone relieved himself and wanted to drag the little girl, but it was too late, the firelight instantly devoured Niuniu's weak figure, shocking, many people screamed, and Wang Yiming, who was tightly surrounded by the entourage, turned pale.

"Murderer!" A villager who touched into the park to make trouble angrily pointed at Wang Yiming, arousing the resonance of his peers, dozens of people stepped forward and threw eggs prepared in advance at Wang Yiming, the security personnel stepped forward to stop it, and the two sides scuffled in one place, and the employees of the various enterprises who played the farewell team were at a loss, and the head of the park management committee was immediately dumbfounded.

"Mayor, go."

The secretary pushed Wang Yiming into the Audi sedan.

The convoy drove away in a hurry, the troublemakers were controlled, the fire was extinguished, Lao Zhao and Niuniu were incomplete, waiting for 120 first aid, the director of the park management committee couldn't wait to report to Wang Yiming, and the matter subsided.

Wang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and drove to the city by the convoy, but the matter did not end there, and at the same time as 120 arrived, the villagers of Shiliba Village near the park broke out completely because they learned that their grandparents and grandchildren had set themselves on fire.

Angry crowds rushed into the park, smashed the office building of the management committee and police cars, and quickly spread various news to attract more people who did not know the truth to gather in the park.

Wang Yiming returned to the city government building, learned that the situation had taken a turn for the worse and was almost out of control, and suddenly woke up to the fact that he should not have left at the beginning of the incident, and this departure was tantamount to escaping.

Mobilize the military and police to suppress the ammunition.

Control the media, block the news.

Wang Yiming thought of a remedy and hurriedly arranged it.

Paper can't hold the fire.

That night, photos of self-immolation and smashing by villagers appeared on the Internet, accompanied by inflammatory texts, which spread rapidly, and more and more outrageous rumors spread with it.

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Because Hong Sihai invited Yang Chen to a banquet, a group of social big brothers gathered in the banquet hall on the third floor of the Pearl Hotel with their wives and children.

"Yang Shao, what do you think of this?"

"At present, no ministerial-level deputy minister-level senior member has been dismissed because of a mass incident." Yang Chen smiled faintly, implying that Wang Yiming should be able to overcome this hurdle.

The premise is that he has never offended Yang Chen.