Chapter 131: Quick Transmigration: Film and Television Multiverse Chapter 11 Struggle Session of Feng Huacheng

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Under that dim yellow light, Song Jie and Liu Qiang turned over Feng Huacheng's bundle and boxes, and indeed found quite a few letters from readers to Feng Huacheng.

Song Jie skimmed through them one by one, his expression growing uglier the more he read, muttering nonstop: "This Feng Huacheng, simply too outrageous!"

It turned out that among his correspondence with female readers, it wasn't just simple literary exchange; there were plenty of words of love and deep affection, and even some extremely explicit content, simply unbearable to look at.

Liu Qiang also caught a glimpse from the side, couldn't help but frown and curse: "Pah, really didn't expect this kid to appear refined and cultured on the surface, but behind the scenes doing all this filthy business!"

Song Jie gritted his teeth, tossed those letters onto the table, and said: "No way, we must organize these materials tonight, and tomorrow we must let everyone see Feng Huacheng's true face, let him taste what it's like to be criticized!"

Saying and doing, Song Jie and Liu Qiang, by that faint lamplight, started busying themselves. Song Jie was responsible for carefully reading the letter contents, copying down the key sentences that could prove Feng Huacheng's "crimes," while Liu Qiang helped pass paper and brushes from the side, and from time to time uttered a few words of contempt for Feng Huacheng.

Just like that, the two busied themselves until late at night, finally organizing the materials.

The next day, before dawn had fully broken, Song Jie got up early, he was full of determination in his heart, just waiting to properly deal with Feng Huacheng.

He walked straight to the room where Feng Huacheng was locked, pushed open the door with a "bang," and shouted loudly: "Feng Huacheng, get up, today is your judgment day!"

Feng Huacheng hadn't slept well last night anyway, and this shout made him shudder. He raised his head, looking at Song Jie's angry face, his eyes full of terror and despair.

Song Jie didn't waste words, stepped forward and dragged Feng Huacheng up from the ground, then took out the prepared tall hat, without further ado, put it on Feng Huacheng's head.

Next, Song Jie took out a large placard, with several large characters written in brush: Persecuted women, moral corruption, corrupting youth, destroying revolutionary atmosphere, etc. He hung the placard on Feng Huacheng's chest, and slapped it hard twice, as if to beat those charges fiercely into Feng Huacheng's body.

"Come, follow me to the village square at the village head, today let everyone in the village take a good look at your ugly face!" Song Jie said while dragging Feng Huacheng out forcefully.

Feng Huacheng was dragged stumbling and staggering, and didn't dare resist along the way, could only let Song Jie manipulate him.

Arriving at the village square at the village head where the meeting was held last night, Song Jie pushed Feng Huacheng into the middle, originally thinking that in broad daylight, the villagers should be able to gather around to watch this play well, and then follow along to criticize Feng Huacheng.

Who would have thought, in broad daylight, the villagers still had work to do, where would they have leisure time to watch the fun? So the square was cold and deserted, besides Song Jie and Liu Qiang, there were hardly any people here.

Song Jie stood there, shouting a few words criticizing Feng Huacheng at the top of his voice, but the only response was the empty echo. He was so angry in his heart, thinking: "Hmph, no one watches during the day, can't just let this kid off like this, drag him out again for a struggle session at night, by then everyone will be free, let's see how he quibbles!"

So Song Jie dragged Feng Huacheng back to that room again, locked him up, waiting to deal with him properly at night.

As for Lin Hao, he went to see Zhou Rong early in the morning.

He gently knocked on Zhou Rong's door, waited a while, heard a faint "come in" from inside, Lin Hao pushed the door open and walked in.

Only to see Zhou Rong sitting by the bed, her gaze still somewhat vacant, but compared to last night's lost-soul appearance, seemed to have recovered a bit.

She didn't speak, just sat quietly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Lin Hao asked softly: "Sister Zhou Rong, how do you feel? Any better?"

Zhou Rong slightly raised her head, glanced at Lin Hao, then lowered her head again, still not speaking.

Lin Hao saw this, understood in his heart, this Zhou Rong probably was grief to the extreme of heart death, Feng Huacheng's matter dealt her too great a blow.

Time passed slowly like this, finally waited until evening.

Song Jie early on dragged Feng Huacheng out of the room again, once again brought him to the village square at the village head.

This time was different, late at night, the villagers had nothing to do, hearing they were going to struggle Feng Huacheng again, they all came out from home, in a short while, the square was surrounded by people.

Zhou Rong originally didn't want to come, she felt she already knew Feng Huacheng's true face, really didn't want to see his ugly face again.

But Lin Hao didn't think so, he felt they had to add fuel to the fire, had to let Zhou Rong completely kill her heart for Feng Huacheng at once.

So Lin Hao forcibly dragged Zhou Rong to the small square.

Zhou Rong couldn't resist Lin Hao, could only follow him to the village square at the village head.

Song Jie saw everyone had almost arrived, cleared his throat, stood at the front and began to shout loudly: "Fellow villagers, yesterday everyone also knew those immoral things Feng Huacheng did, but do you know? This isn't all yet!"

Saying this, Song Jie took out those letters organized last night all at once, held them high in his hand, and continued: "Look at these letters, when this Feng Huacheng corresponded with female readers, what did he say? Talking of love is one thing, but there are also many explicit words, he is persecuting women, corrupting morals, corrupting youth, destroying revolutionary atmosphere! Everyone, should such a person be criticized?"

The villagers heard this, instantly exploded into a pot, all discussing.

"Oh my, this Feng Huacheng is too bad!"

"Right, he's still an educated youth, what things is he doing!"

Song Jie listened to the villagers' discussion, was so proud in his heart, he felt he finally let Feng Huacheng's true colors be exposed, and let everyone in the village know this kid's true face.

And Zhou Rong stood in the crowd, listening to Song Jie's words, looking at those letters, the last glimmer of hope in her eyes was completely shattered.

Her lips trembled slightly, tears swirled in her eye sockets, but she stubbornly held back the tears, she didn't want to show her weakness at this time.

Lin Hao watched Zhou Rong's appearance from the side, secretly thought in his heart: "Good now, Zhou Rong has finally completely given up on Feng Huacheng, next can act according to his own plan."