Chapter 256
The phone automatically hung up after no one answered, shattering Jiang Qiao's last shred of fantasy. The mountain collapsed, rocks kept rolling down, and the crowd stopped and ran back.
Amid the dust, some lucky escapees limped out.
It’s not Lu Xun… It’s not Lu Xun…
Where is Lu Xun? Why doesn’t Lu Xun come out…
Jiang Qiao's mind went blank, and he ran up the mountain against the crowd.
Ye Qingqing reacted and hugged Jiang Qiao tightly and dragged her to the safe car: "Qiao'er, Qiao'er, listen to me..."
Jiang Qiao's eyes were red, and he struggled desperately until the sleeves of his down jacket were completely torn apart, leaving a long wound on his arm exposed to the cold wind.
Ye Qingqing couldn't hold it in any longer and cried, "Jiang Qiao, calm down!"
A stone rolled down with a heavy thud. Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Qiao was stunned, Ye Qingqing quickly pressed the door lock button.
Jiang Qiao reacted and frantically pulled at the car door, not stopping even when her wounds were torn. She held back her tears and begged, "Qingqing, please let me out, please let me out."
"You go first, don't worry about me, just let me go!"
Ye Qingqing turned a deaf ear to him and started the car with trembling hands: "Qiao'er, the rescue team will be here, I'll take you back first, I'll take you back first..."
The moment the car started, the key was pulled out and the car stalled. Ye Qingqing collapsed and said, "Jiang Qiao, I told you the rescue team will come, come with me first—"
"I asked you to open the door!" Jiang Qiao interrupted her with red eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Qingqing, I beg you..."
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“…Lu Xun is still in there.” Jiang Qiao wiped away her tears fiercely and controlled her trembling voice: “Qingqing, I have to go find him, I have to go find him…”
Jiang Qiao's face was full of tears. Her bright and clear eyes were now filled with sadness and collapse. She no longer had the usual brightness.
Ye Qingqing was at a loss, but still said: "But I can't watch you die..."
Jiang Qiao is her friend, but Lu Xun is not. In this absurd man-made accident, her choice is Jiang Qiao.
Jiang Qiao's desperate, crying voice rang out in the silence: "But you are forcing me to die now."
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I don't know how much time has passed, maybe just a few seconds, but Ye Qingqing felt as sad as a century.
The car door opened, and Ye Qingqing saw Jiang Qiao desperately running up the mountain. He tripped, quickly got up, and continued to head towards the abyss...
Ye Qingqing didn’t know if what she did was right, but she thought that this was Jiang Qiao’s choice, and she chose Lu Xun.
The falling rocks stopped, and the people who were trying to avoid them also started running. In the chaos, Ye Qingqing saw a man walking out of the mutton soup restaurant. He had an upright figure and a distinguished and cold temperament.
It’s Liu Lin, Ye Qingqing thought, Xiao Liu didn’t lie to her.
This accident was Liu Lin's masterpiece. Jiang Qiao was not from this world. Only one of her and Lu Xun could survive.
Liu Lin looked at the mess with a calm expression, as if it had nothing to do with him, but also as if he felt pity for those who had lost their lives.
The moment their eyes met, Ye Qingqing saw Liu Lin smiled at her lightly, without any emotion.
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The blue guardrail was buried in the rocks and soil, and inside was a collapsed mine.
The tearful women and elderly people ignored the attempts of others to stop them and dug the stones with their hands. They could still hear cries for help in pain.
Those were the people trapped in the mine who had not yet lost their vital signs.
Living people.
"It's all because of those bastard leaders who said they wanted to open a mine, but the result, the result..." The woman's voice was shrill, and she covered her face and cried at the end.
"What's the point of saying this now? Save people!"
"How can we save him! He's already been buried underground, and we don't know if he's dead or alive. How can we save him? Tell me how!"
The desperate villagers collapsed to the ground, crying and almost fainting, and then turned to blame the leaders and the rich for wanting to make money, which killed so many people.
Almost as if accepting their fate, no one went to move the stones from the mine entrance anymore. The cries for help from the mine shaft were getting weaker and weaker. The villagers were already discussing whether they could still get the money, and whether there would be more compensation for the deaths.
Jiang Qiao's face was pale. Her white down jacket had been stained in the chaos. Her sleeves were torn, revealing her bleeding arms. However, she felt no pain.
Every second, lives are slipping away. The rescue team has not yet arrived. We can only rely on the strength of these residents.
Jiang Qiao's hands were shaking uncontrollably, blood dripping from her fingers onto the ground. Amidst the great sorrow, she heard her own voice, which was so calm that it was almost unlike her: "The people inside are still alive, are you going to mourn here?"
Her voice was loud and calm, almost cold-blooded. There was a moment of silence, then the scene quickly turned into a barrage of abuse.
"What do you mean? Who are you cursing? There are our family members in there too. Don't we want to save them?!"
"The state wants to recruit workers, and my son has been harmed. If my son dies, the state will be held responsible!" The gray-haired old man's voice was trembling, and he stared: "Who are you? How dare you speak here?!"
"We started to move the mine, but what if we fail to save the people and the government accuses us of harming them?!"
It will be hard to explain when the time comes. Not only will you lose your loved ones, you will also lose the compensation. If there is a second collapse in the middle, you may even lose your life.
The villagers who had been full of sorrow just now seemed to have changed their expressions, their eyes widened with anger: "It's easy for you to ask us to save people, but can you represent the country? Can you guarantee our safety?!"
"I can."
In the silence, Jiang Qiao pinched his palms tightly and raised his voice, saying, "I am the investor of this project. As long as the villagers help to rescue people, no matter what the result is, they will receive 10,000 yuan afterwards. If they rescue one person, they will get an additional 200,000 yuan."
"If there is any danger during the rescue process, the family will be given 1 million yuan in compensation afterwards!" Jiang Qiao promised.
There was silence all around, and the town leaders who rushed over also opened their eyes wide in shock, which was enough to prove how shocking Jiang Qiao's words were.
The crowd soon burst into exclamations, and others who had nothing to do with the matter asked, "Really? Two hundred thousand for rescuing one person?!"
"Ten thousand for participating in the rescue?!"
"It's not a lie, is it?"
As soon as the questioning voice came out, someone asked in doubt: "You, are you Jiang Qiao?!"
Jiang Qiao? What Jiang Qiao?!
Middle-aged people can't recognize celebrities, but young people often go online. Moreover, Jiang Qiao came to a small town in the west to do charity work not long ago, and soon more young people recognized him.
Celebrities, public figures, rich people.
This is easy to handle. If someone changes his mind and refuses to pay, you can just report it to the media.
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