Chapter 155 - Zhang Ye’s “My Confession”! (2/2)

A few reporters from Beijing’s various newspapers had gotten in while people were not paying attention!

“Hey! Look there!”

“It’s Zhang Ye!”

“Quickly go over! Quickly go over!”

The reporters did not heed any instructions and pushed past a few policemen, rus.h.i.+ng forward!

There were not many policemen, so they could not stop that many people. They could only watch helplessly as the reporters surrounded Zhang Ye, Superintendent Song and the old policemen!

A Beijing Time’s female reporter raised her microphone and said hurriedly, “Teacher Zhang, someone familiar with the matter said that you had beaten up your Leader’s son because you were doing it for a just cause, resulting in you being framed and sent to the police station. May we know if this matter is true? If it is true, do you have anything to say?”

Before Zhang Ye opened his mouth, the old policeman pushed the reporter away, “Get out of here! This is state territory!”

Another young reporter from a Beijing tabloid blinked, “Sir policeman, why are you bringing Zhang Ye away?”

Superintendent Song said in an official manner, “He is suspected of intentionally causing bodily harm. It is still under investigation. It is still not convenient to release any other information.”

The tabloid reporter asked again, “Many people are saying that Zhang Ye is p.r.o.ne to violence, as he has a bad temper, which was the reason why he brutally beat up a person. Is this true?

This time, the old policeman did not stop him, “We are still investigating.”

Another reporter came forward, “Teacher Zhang Ye, may I know when did you have bouts of violence? When you were young? Or after you became famous?”

A fourth reporter asked, “I heard you often put on airs, and this is not the first time you beat someone up. Can you explain this?”

A fifth reporter followed up, “I am a reporter from the Daily News. Is this beating up of someone true? Was it done on purpose? Please give an explanation to everyone and the fans who like you!”

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye nearly laughed out. What sort of questions were these reporters asking? Other than the Beijing Time’s reporter being neutral, what sort of questions were the other reporters asking? They were clearly giving him the death sentence. He was p.r.o.ne to violence? He often beat others? He often put on airs and beat others? These were all matters without any basis. In the end, when these reporters asked, it was as if they were speaking matters of fact and had given Zhang Ye the t.i.tle of a devil!

Was this due to w.a.n.g Shuixin’s personal connections?

Was this one of w.a.n.g Shuixin’s tricks?

Ha! Fine! You activated so many people to malign me? You sure are unscrupulous!

Even the police station’s Leader’s att.i.tude made Zhang Ye lose the last bit of patience he had. The reporter who asked properly was chased away by you, preventing her from speaking. But towards a bunch of reporters who were maligning me, you did not even stop them. And even answered them in a warm manner? Making others think that I was really guilty of the crime? Just that the investigations were not done, so it was inconvenient to announce it?

Good!

Then don’t you blame me!

The reason why Zhang Ye was not worried when he had followed them to the police station was firstly because his conscience was clear, for he had done nothing wrong, and secondly because he had his own methods to retaliate and killer moves! To others, Zhang Ye looked like a little lamb in a cage that was to be slaughtered. Whatever others said would be made fact, but they seemed to forget that Zhang Ye’s greatest weapon was his mouth!

The policewoman could no longer take it any more, “What are you saying!?”

Old Zhao pulled at the policewoman, preventing her from going forward. He could tell from Superintendent Song’s att.i.tude that it would be useless, even if they wanted to help Zhang Ye!

However, Zhang Ye spoke, “You want me to answer?”

The Daily News reporter said, “Please explain the reason behind hitting someone!”

Zhang Ye roared with laughter and asked again, “You want me to explain?”

Another tabloid reporter said, “Don’t you need to explain after beating someone?”

Zhang Ye laughed to the heavens in a very exaggerated manner, then he took a step forward. As the handcuff on his ankle scratched the ground, it echoed a dull metallic sound. Zhang Ye looked at them and everyone in the courtyard of the police station. He then said in a proud and loud manner, “No matter how heavy the iron shackles clang at my feet, no matter how high you raise the whip, I have no confession, even if a bloodied bayonet is pointed at my breast! Humans cannot lower their n.o.ble heads. Only cowards will plead for ‘freedom’!”

Poem?

The crowd was dumbfounded from shock!

Zhang Ye’s tone suppressed his anger, “What do torture and beatings amount to? Even death has no means to open my mouth! In the face of death, I laugh out loud. My laughter rocks this palace of demons!” Then, his gaze swept the crowd from front to back, left to right. Then, he punctuated his words in a ruthless tone, “This is my, a communist member’s, confession!”

Zhang Ye was sure wicked!

Since he felt that they were inhumane towards him, then there was no reason to blame him for being unjust!

This fellow even used a poem said by a revolutionary martyr back then, “My Confession”!

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