Everyone was standing in the hallway. They were standing where Editor Wei had collapsed. A good person had left this world. He was a person who was willing to pick up scraps to finance the education of children. He was a person who was willing to work a bit more and did overtime rather than letting youths or children suffer. He was gone. Everyone present was upset! Editor Wei had worked more than anyone else over the many years in the television station, but what he had earned was less than what anyone else had earned. Yet, he stayed at his post without a grudge or grumbling!
Why?
Why did good people always die young?
At this moment, Wang Shuixin’s secretary came over and waved his hands, “People, disperse! Disperse! Go back to work first! Don’t delay your normal work!”
Work?