Chapter 173 - Editor Wei’s Daughter’s Poem! (1/2)
Memorial Hall.
The funeral wake began.
It was filled with repression and crying, especially from the children. The crying never stopped. It even made Xiao Lu and many other female comrades tear up again.
“Father Wei!”
“Why did you leave!?”
“Father Wei, please come back!”
“I said that I would repay you when I grew up! Why!? Sob, sob, sob! Why did you not give me a chance to repay you!?”
“Father Wei!”
“Don’t go!”
The scene was a mess.
Some gave flowers, some queued up to pay their respects, and some even cried out loud beside Editor Wei’s body and refused to leave.
Seeing Editor Wei peacefully lying there, Zhang Ye also felt some blame lay with him. If he had helped Editor Wei with his tasks that night, if he had not gone home, maybe when Editor Wei suffered from his heart attack, he could have done something for him. He could have been saved, but…
“The live broadcast is starting!”
“Cameras! Find me an angle!”
“Capture this scene. Leave the rest to the live broadcast studio’s host!”
The television station and newspaper journalists all began busying themselves.
At the same time.
Beijing Television Station, BTV-News Channel.
“Dear viewer friends, Comrade Wei Jianguo’s memorial service has begun. We can see the various station leaders, Editor Wei’s colleagues, the children who have been helped by Father Wei, their parents and various independent communities who are here to remember Father Wei. From the crying and the heavy mood in the scene, we can already feel how well-respected and loved Father Wei was when he was alive!”
The broadcast was now live.
The live picture of the scene was on, while the audio was that of the studio’s host.
Then, the host said, “We will pa.s.s the live audio feed over to the scene.”
Over here.
w.a.n.g Shuixin asked, “The broadcast is now live?”
“It’s live.” The secretary had gone over to ask around. Even though they weren’t from the same channel, they were all colleagues from Beijing Television Station. When he returned, he said, “It won’t be fully broadcast live; only about ten minutes will be. But that’s already almost the whole event already. His family will make a speech, and then leader will make a speech. That will take up most of the time already.” It wasn’t a national Leader’s funeral. Therefore, the service would not be that formal either. Although Wei Jianguo’s story was now very much on everyone’s mind, getting a live broadcast for ten minutes on the local Beijing Television Station channel was already something very privileged.
A Leader of Beijing Television Station had gone over to the cameras to supervise their work. If it was pre-recorded, then that will be fine. But as with all live broadcasts, they had to make sure everything went well!
Zhang Ye, who had just entered the hall, went over to Hu Fei and Xiao Lu.
Hu Fei said in a hushed voice, “The live broadcast has started; don’t talk anymore.”