Chapter 105
Song Yue first looked through the comment section to see if the blogger had responded.
The first floor is the blogger’s explanation.
Thank you for your attention. Here's what happened: My grandfather, who works at the Bianyang Building Materials Factory, was injured in the eye by exploding glass an hour ago and is currently receiving emergency treatment at the hospital. I'd like to know how to apply for medical expenses for him. My family isn't well off, and the cost is prohibitive.
Enthusiastic netizens quickly responded in the post.
Some said they could use medical insurance, as the government would reimburse part of the cost and it wouldn't cost too much; others said they should immediately contact an appraisal agency for a disability assessment, and then use this to negotiate compensation with the factory; others asked if their family had purchased additional commercial insurance, as if they had, they could get reimbursed and save some money.
However, the blogger's response silenced netizens.
[Can I ask what medical insurance and commercial insurance are? ]
Song Yue was also stunned.
It is normal that many people do not understand commercial insurance. After all, not all families have the financial support. However, medical insurance is something that the state requires all people in society to purchase. How come the blogger doesn’t even know this?
As expected, after a brief silence, netizens suddenly changed their tone, from their initial concerns and suggestions to questioning the real purpose of his post.
This answer is so outrageous that it's hard not to suspect he's fishing.
[Let’s go, let’s go, stop looking at this kind of garbage account]
Please come up with a better excuse to attract attention, brother. You don't even know about medical insurance, who are you trying to fool?
[Reported, the marketing account will die! ]
Song Yue refreshed the comment section and found that the insults were quickly pushed up, while some people who were doing science popularization seriously fell down.
I was thinking about whether to send a private message to him, but then a Weibo reminder popped up: [Your friend [Xiaoxun Chasing the Sun] has posted a Weibo post.]
Xiaoxun, whose full name is Yin Xun, was a teenager who was previously maliciously slandered by online trolls because he was photographed wearing a special piece of clothing.
Since the foreign forces that hired the internet trolls were eradicated, Yin Xun and his father were cleared of all charges, and his Weibo account finally returned to normal.
Yin Xun doesn't post on Weibo very often, only once every seven or eight days, and his posts are basically about sharing his daily life of studying and growing flowers and plants.
Every time Song Yue saw it, she would go in and give it a thumbs up.
This time is no exception.
She first switched to Yin Xun's Weibo page, intending to see what he was going to share this time. She looked carefully and found that it was not a sharing post, but a forwarding of the previous help post, with a text attached.
#This is my childhood friend, please help me. Repost: link#
After forwarding the Weibo post, Yin Xun exited Weibo and switched back to WeChat.
[Yin Xun: Jun brother, I helped you transfer]
[Yin Xun: How is your grandfather? ]
There was no reply from the other end, so he had to put down the phone and stare blankly.
Lu Junke was his childhood neighbor. The two played together until they entered junior high school.
He had good grades and was admitted to the best middle school in the city, while Lu Junke was a poor student and went to a third-rate junior high school.
Although they studied at different levels, it did not affect their brotherhood at all. Every weekend or holiday, Lu Junke would come to play with him.
In fact, Lu Junke is not stupid at all, it's just that his talent is not in studying. He is very good at sports. When he was in elementary school, he represented the school in competitions and won many sprinting awards.
His family had originally planned for him to go to a sports school, but an accident happened at home when he was in the second year of junior high school.
Lu's father, who made a living by delivering goods, had an accident on the highway and was directly hit and turned into a vegetable. The family could not afford the money, so his mother cruelly remarried and did not take Lu Junke with her.
Only he, who was only 13 years old, and his grandfather who was over 70 years old were left at home.
In order to support him to continue his studies, the 70-year-old man got up early and worked late to pick up bottles to sell for money. During festivals, he would carry a shoulder pole to sell hot and sour noodles, cold noodles and the like.
The sudden change in his family made the sunny and cheerful Lu Junke suddenly become gloomy and introverted. He would only smile slightly in front of his childhood friend.
He thought that God had been cruel enough to his friend, but Yin Xun could never have imagined that Lu Junke's grandfather, who depended on him for everything, would also get into trouble.
Thinking back to his father who died in the line of duty, Yin Xun felt the same way and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
The effect of forwarding the message would probably not be great. As a minor, he had no followers on Weibo and probably could not help Lu Junke. Yin Xun thought about it and decided to transfer all his pocket money to him.
【Yin Xun: [Transfer]】
[Yin Xun: Not much, just a token of my appreciation]
The other end immediately refused to accept the payment.
Yin Xun sat up straight: [Jun brother, what are you doing? Take it!]
The other end: [Thanks, Xunzi, you keep it, I'll figure it out myself]
Yin Xun got anxious and pressed the wrong keys several times in a row. Finally, he just sent a voice message: "Jun brother, don't be so nagging, just accept it quickly, grandpa needs money right now!"
After saying that, he transferred the money again.
However, the other party still refused to accept it. Yin Xun was so angry that he really wanted to kick this guy hard.
It's already this time, and you're still asking for face from him!
His fair face flushed red with anger, and suddenly he saw another message from the other party: [Xunzi, don’t forward this Weibo to me, I have deleted the original Weibo]
Huh? Deleted? Why?
Yin Xun didn't ask, but looked at the original link, and sure enough, it was gone.
I thought I might as well call him and ask, otherwise it would be like squeezing toothpaste, squeezing out a little bit at a time and not knowing what the situation is for a long time.
However, before he could make a call, he saw 99+ private messages popping up on Weibo.
He was shocked. The last time he encountered this situation, it was because he was hacked. But this time, he didn't do anything, so why did it suddenly happen again...
With suspicion, he opened the private message.
Suddenly, a large amount of obscenities rushed into his field of vision.
[I thought you were a good candidate before, but now I realize I was wrong about you.]
[Be more careful, kid. Your so-called childhood friend is a traffic scammer. Didn’t you see he deleted the original post?]
[I'm speechless. You're not very old, but you have so many thoughts. You're always trying to hype yourself up online. Are you afraid your father in heaven doesn't know?]
Yin Xun was shocked. He didn't understand. How could it be wrong for him to forward a Weibo post for his good friend of more than ten years?
Song Yue's side.
Ever since it was discovered that Yin Xun forwarded the blogger's request for help, a lot of unpleasant words have flooded into his comment section, some of which are even more vicious than before.
Realizing that something was not going right, she quickly called the Internet police, citing personal attack as the reason. She then found the government public platform and made a phone call.
This time she did not contact Zhu Chunmeng in order not to trouble their family.
Although the entire country Z has gradually become orderly since November, and various public service departments have also returned to normal and are no longer as hectic as before, people still have their own official business to attend to, and no matter how good the relationship is, it is not convenient to keep bothering them.
So she chose to make the report herself by calling an open phone number.
The content of the report was not the insults on Weibo, but the illegal resumption of work at the building materials factory of Liang Han's father Liang Bianyang.
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