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Chapter 225 The time of reckoning has finally come! No one can escape! Our wish is world peace! 1k

Chapter 225 The time of reckoning has finally come! No one can escape! Our wish is world peace! 4k
Jiang Hai has a characteristic, which is that he is a typical stubborn person. In other words, he is not afraid of death.

Because the passage of the "Melting Pot Act" affected too many people's interests, I don't know how many people secretly regarded him as a thorn in their side.
I wish I could get rid of him as soon as possible!
Even the actors and directors of "The Crucible" chose to remain silent at this critical moment and did not dare to show up in public too often, for fear that the film would affect others and their families and lives.

Jiang Hai, at a time when everyone chose to hide, decisively chose to step forward and immediately shouted to the external forces:

"Let the storm come even harder if you have the guts!"

When this case, which had been sealed for nearly a decade, resurfaced before everyone's eyes, everyone was shocked at first, and then gradually began to find it a little unbelievable:
"Sixteen rib injuries all over the body? Rectal prolapse? She spent five days in the ICU before she barely survived? Naying was tortured like this on the way to school. And the murderer was only sentenced to eight years? Only eight years?"

"I can't imagine what I would do if my daughter encountered this kind of thing."

"Just a simple statement of being drunk can cover up one's fault? Just a simple statement of being drunk can make the judge change the verdict? This is intentional homicide! Not unintentional injury! What kind of power is behind Cho Doo-soon that can make the judge make such a crazy verdict?"

"The daughter is mentally ill and still lives in a mental hospital. The mother is ill and will soon die. On the other hand, Cho Doo-soon only needs to serve eight years in prison to start his life over again? Isn't this punishment a bit too light?"

"I am a lawyer. Judging from the files that have been released, the murderer Cho Doo-soon's initial motive was to silence the witnesses. The girl Na-young was able to survive the abuse because she was lucky. It had nothing to do with Cho Doo-soon. The court should not close the case with the charge of drunken assault. There are many doubts in this case."

In real life, there are always people who do all kinds of outrageous things under the pretext of being drunk.

Being drunk can hurt people.

Drunken fight.

The drunk bow is a woman's dryness.

You ask him:
"Why did you hurt those innocent passers-by?"

He would keep his head down and play the victim:

"I was drunk and I couldn't control my behavior."

Anyone who has ever been drunk should know that if you are really drunk and have no memory loss -

Not to mention getting an erection, you can't even walk normally.

While completely drunk.

How did you first strike up a conversation with the little girl normally, then use your own logic to lure the little girl to a deserted place, and then carry out the action?
Is all this too much of a coincidence?

Isn’t there too much doubt in all this?
It was precisely because of the doubts in this case that the judge who was in charge of the public trial of the case hastily closed the case.
The murderer Cho Doo-soon was only sentenced to eight years in prison?
This kind of obvious miscarriage of justice would be fine if it were not brought up. As long as it is not mentioned again by people with social influence, it can be concealed indefinitely and without limit.

But whenever someone leads him out.
Even a person who has no legal knowledge can clearly sense that something is wrong in this matter.

Animation studio, staff dormitory.

Jiang Hai is sitting in front of the computer screen and posting:

"I call on everyone to actively forward this article so that more people can learn about this inhumane and unjust case!"

"We must seek justice for the victims."

But who would have thought that Jiang Hai didn't even wait for the message to be sent out.

The next moment, an official account named [Gyeonggi Province Citizens Court] came straight to the door:

[Mr. Jiang Hai, we have received the problem you raised, but the content you posted on the social platform has had a very big impact on our public security, procuratorial and judicial organs.]

No court would be willing to admit that a wrongful conviction had occurred within its jurisdiction.

Even if this thing really exists, it must never be acknowledged.

It is imperative to minimize the impact of the case on yourself in the shortest possible time.

This is the real purpose of the court finding Jiang Hai.

Although the official language was rather euphemistic, the messages from the court contacting Jiang Hai only expressed one meaning:

“Please delete the post as soon as possible!”

"The matter has not been resolved yet, why delete it?" Jiang Hai sneered as he looked at the messages sent to him by the Korean court. "Instead of solving the problem I raised, you come to solve me?"

"Chang Wei, you really have great authority."

Without paying any attention to what these people said, Jiang Hai closed the chat box and directly posted his personal creative progress chart on his personal social platform:

"Based on a true story, the non-fiction book "Sowon" is adapted from the experience of a girl named Nayoung and is expected to be completed within a week."

"Officially announced next Wednesday!"

“Please everyone, please stay tuned.”

Do you want to ask Jiang Hai if he is afraid?
When people face unknown things, they will always be a little afraid, more or less.

However, compared to fear, Jiang Hai is more worried about...
Justice cannot be served?
In fact, the words "Justice may be late, but it will never be absent" are the most disgusting.

Is justice delayed still justice?
You're already fucking late, and you still have the nerve to claim that you're righteous?

"People often say that evildoers will be punished, but is this really the case?" Jiang Hai thought to himself as he walked downstairs. "The fact is, good people don't live long, but evildoers last for thousands of years."

"Rather than saying justice is delayed, it's better to say -"

"Justice may be delayed, but bad guys will eventually die of old age."

"Although you can't punish the bad guy while he's alive, when he dies of old age in a grave a hundred years later, isn't retribution coming?"

I made an appointment with the publishing editor to meet at the coffee shop at the school gate at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Based on Jiang Hai's current achievements and status in the literary world, as long as he is willing to write and publish books, there will be a large number of editors and newspapers queuing up at the door waiting for him to produce manuscripts and sign contracts.

Although the subject matter of "Hope" involves some danger and sensitivity, considering Jiang Hai's current status, these are obviously not a problem.

A third-rate writer, restricted by subject matter.

A second-rate writer, restricted by the publishing house.

First-rate writers, once the ban is lifted, are not restricted at all.

"You think my subject matter is too sensitive and the content is too dangerous, and you want me to revise it or you won't publish it?"

"Then why don't I just change to another publisher? You're not the only publisher in this market."

For any publishing house, top writers are rare talents.

Welcome too late
Still restricted?
There is no limit at all!
Jiang Hai can write what other writers cannot write.

Jiang Hai can touch upon topics that other writers dare not touch upon.

After all, for the publishing house, the words written by Jiang Hai——

That is money!

That is money that is laid out in plain sight and can be put directly into your pocket!

"There are no absolute restrictions or rules in this world. If there are, it's only because you don't have the interests and conditions to impress the other party."

Jiang Hai came out of the room and was about to go downstairs to meet the publishing editor.

"Ding dong~"

The cell phone rings.

Jiang Hai picked up his phone and took a look. It was a caring message from Huang Donghe, the director of The Crucible, who personally sent Jiang Hai:
"Mr. Jiang Hai, if possible, I think we should keep a low profile during this period of time."

The aftermath of "The Crucible" has not yet subsided, and it can be said that it has caused a considerable impact in South Korea, not only causing millions of people to take to the streets to protest, but also even amending South Korea's laws that have not been changed for a hundred years.
If you are a smart person, you should keep a low profile at this time and understand what it means to rest and recuperate.

But we are at the forefront of the storm, and the wave has not yet subsided.
Jiang Hai caused such a thing again?
This is really scary. I am a little scared that I will be implicated because of the series of things Jiang Hai has done.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

I just casually replied to the other person with a message, without caring at all about what others think.

Jiang Hai stood in front of the mirror while adjusting his clothes, and lightly adjusted his bangs that were fluttering in the wind.

"You are so handsome~"

That is when Jiang Hai was fixing his hair.

Inside the office.

Bright staff office area.

Chen Hanying called the dormitory manager who collected waste from downstairs. She took the manager to the utility room at the corner of the stairs, pointed at some discarded newspapers and cardboard boxes in the utility room, and looked at the manager seriously: "Auntie, how much are these things worth in total?"

Maybe you are going to attend some important meeting or ceremony today?

Chen Hanying has shed her youthfulness and put on a long dress with great temperament. The dress with great temperament, matched with her delicate facial features, makes her look quite pleasing to the eye.

Facing Chen Hanying's serious question:

"How much are these cartons?"

The waste collector took out the electronic scale very quickly, picked up the newspapers and cartons that had already been sorted into bundles, and began to weigh them one by one.

Wait until this series of actions is completed.

The scrap collector wiped the sweat from her forehead and then grinned at Chen Hanying.

"These newspapers and cartons weigh a total of 72 kilograms. I'll give you 60 yuan for the total."

"The waste business is not doing well now, and the price of cartons is generally low. We..."

But unexpectedly, he didn't wait for my aunt to finish her words.

Chen Hanying blinked her big, clear eyes and interrupted her directly:
"Auntie, can you make it cheaper?"

便.
Cheaper?

I've been collecting waste for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen this kind of request?

As if she was a little surprised, the waste lady looked at Chen Hanying with a little uncertainty:
"Then give fifty????"

"Sure." Chen Hanying nodded, then took out fifty yuan in cash from the cash box and handed it to the aunt who collected the scraps. "Then I'll trouble you with these things."

Jiang Hai: ????

Aunt:????

I come to your place to collect waste, but instead of giving me money, you even want to give me money?

What's the point?
What is this operation?
I was shocked by Chen Hanying's actions.

For a moment, Jiang Hai couldn't help but speak out:

"what are you doing?"

"Ah, Jiang Hai~" As if somewhat surprised by Jiang Hai's sudden appearance, Chen Hanying smiled sweetly at Jiang Hai, with the corners of her eyes curved into a beautiful crescent, "Look, I'm awesome, right?"

"It would have cost sixty dollars to clean up these wastes, but I bargained down to fifty dollars, saving our studio ten dollars."

This set of words immediately confused Jiang Hai:

"Is there a possibility?"

“These scraps can be sold for money?”

"If you don't give them fifty dollars, they'll have to give you sixty."

Give me money?

Jiang Hai's words immediately puzzled Chen Hanying. She stood there counting on her fingers and pondered for a long time:

“Scrap can actually be sold for money?”

It is hard to imagine that a creature like Chen Hanying can exist in the same world as Zhang Lingyun?
even.
Are they still in the same animation studio?

One, in order to save three or eight yuan for living expenses, he racked his brains and wished he could eat steamed buns and pickles for every meal.

Another one, who has been pampered since childhood, didn’t even know that waste materials such as newspapers and cardboard boxes can be sold for money?

It was as if he was defeated by Chen Hanying.

long silence.

Jiang Hai then slowly uttered a sentence:

“Maybe you are not suitable for accounting”

In this world, everyone’s family background and growing environment are different.

When a PSA airs on TV:
“No trade, no harm.”

"Please protect animals and don't eat too much shark fin."

But in fact, many people have never seen what shark fin is in their lives, let alone eat it.

While some poor people are struggling with the water meter, they are racking their brains to think about how to turn the faucet more gently so that the water meter will not move.

Little do people know that in some rich people's homes, a faucet that is only used for decoration consumes dozens of tons of water every day.
Rich people cannot imagine the life of poor people.

The same is true for the poor.

The reason why Jiang Hai exists in this world, besides praying for world peace -

"I just hope that there will never be anyone superior to others in this world!"

Half past five in the afternoon.

Jiang Hai arrived at the cafe at the school gate on time.

With a kind smile on his face, he greeted the publishing editor in front of him:

"Hello, I'm Jiang Hai"

That is when the two of them were talking.

On the other side, the city center.

Outside the office of "Youth Foreword" magazine.

For some reason, there were about a hundred people gathered downstairs of the building.

Without exception, these people all had expressions of grief and anger on their faces, their eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and they looked particularly terrifying.

what happened?
Why are there so many people gathering downstairs in the building?

Just when the onlookers were confused.

Downstairs, there was a security guard who looked older and relatively kind.

He stood on the steps at the entrance of the building and admonished the group of young people in front of him:

"You are still young, you must not take the path of crime!"

"Calm down, be sure to calm down!"

"We must resolve our demands through legal means, in a reasonable and compliant manner, and must not act impulsively."

Originally, everyone could control their emotions.

But after this old man's advice.

In an instant, dozens of young people began to lose their minds.

That day, I seemed to recall the horrific death.

That day, I seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by Eri again.