This poem had a long history.
Just about everyone from his previous world knew of this poem, or had even recited it before. This was quite a famous poem in the language textbooks!
It was during the revolution of April, 1949. As the underground political mouthpiece, “Advancement Report” was raided by the Kuomintang. The “Advancement Report” Special Branch’s Secretary, Chen Ran, was arrested. In prison, Chen Ran was subjected to all kinds of torture, but only confessed that he had handled all of the editing, printing and publishing of the paper. He was determined to sacrifice himself, in order to protect his team and comrades. His captors used threats and coercion to force his confession. So Chen Ran picked up his pen and wrote an earth shattering poem — “My Confession”.
This was a great revolutionary poem!
This was the freedom of a communist member, an uprightness that symbolizes the heroism of martyrdom!
If it wasn’t in extreme circumstances, Zhang Ye would not bring out this poem, since it was really extreme. But now, Zhang Ye no longer had any hesitations!
You want to torment me?
You want to insult me?
Sure! Then I will f**king torment and insult all of you, too!
……
He was done reciting the poem.
There was silence in the police station’s yard due to the shock!
The policewoman, Old Zhao, as well as the others in the police station, and even the reporters, drew a gasp because of Zhang Ye’s poem!
Or perhaps it was the Fruit of Charm’s effect. No, it had to be the Fruit of Charm’s (Voice) effect! Those 38 fruits had greatly increased the charm in Zhang Ye’s manner of speech and voice. They caused his poem to enter deep into their hearts, and showcased the soul of the poem to its fullest extent! There might even be some of the effects from the few Fruits of Charm (Eyes), which made the present Zhang Ye awe-inspiring. The aura emitted from his gaze, and the dauntless words he shouted out, had influenced a majority of the people present, turning them emotional and making them dumbfounded! Even those who were not heavily influenced by Zhang Ye could not help be slightly moved!
The policewoman’s eyes even turned red from hearing it!
The female reporter from the Beijing Times also shed a tear. She quickly wiped her eyes as she felt a surge of warm blood!
In the face of death, I laugh out loud?
The Devil’s palace trembles from the laughter?
Many of the people now had their eyes focused on Zhang Ye. What kind of a great spirit of a man would it take to write a sentence like this!
The female reporter came back to her senses. She hurriedly noted down the poem from memory! Many of those reporters reacted by noting it down, too!
This was news!
It was big news!
Before they came here, someone had talked to them. It was either their Leader’s instructions or friend’s request. But faced with the current situation, their reporter’s instinct had also taken over. Who cares about the story of Zhang Ye beating someone up! This poem was the highlight!
Why?
Because the message it conveyed was huge!
The reporters began to take a flurry of pictures. Instantly, Zhang Ye was flooded by bright lights, and especially the handcuffs on his leg, and the few bruises on Zhang Ye’s body, which were a result of the fight with Wang Cen, were specially focused on by the reporters. They kept taking photos with all they got!