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.”
Hou Ge said softly, “We understand.”
A woman who had been standing beside Editor Wei’s body, and was around 20 something years old, walked forward. Because the hall was quite large and it was a live broadcast, she was handed a microphone by a television station staff member. This was to ensure that the audio could be heard during the live broadcast.
This was Editor Wei’s daughter. Her name was Wei Ying.
Wei Ying held the microphone and stood forward, saying, “Thank you, everyone. Thank you for joining us at my father’s memorial service. In the beginning, I did not want to hold this memorial service because my dad did not like extravagant things. But, I still want to thank everyone for ensuring that my dad has a proper sending off with so many of you here.” After speaking, she paused for a moment before saying, “Many of the reporters asked me before this if I was proud that I had a father like him. Many people would think I would be proud… ” Saying that, she gave a light laugh, “Actually, not at all!”