"This kind of scumbag who hits people, how can he be called a hero? He must be a fraud!" Ke Xuedong grumbled, then he began to watch a JD FT program more attentively than he ever had in his life, vowing to find evidence that Huang He was a fraud.
However, after watching for a long time, he found no fault with Huang He. Huang He had crashed his car through a gate, rushed into a sea of flames with a blanket, and even stayed in the fire alone to rescue a boy who had lost consciousness. Before the firefighters arrived, he had completed all their work. It was impossible to find even the slightest blemish on such a person.
For example, if you asked Ke Xuedong to rescue someone from a sea of flames… what a joke! He was from Taiwan, so why should he care about the lives of people on the mainland?
This result made Ke Xuedong irritable, and he swore he would find a flaw in Huang He.
Fortunately, his perseverance paid off. After careful consideration, Ke Xuedong actually found a flaw.
"How could Huang He's rescue process be so perfect? He discovered the fire immediately, rescued people immediately, used perfect strategies, rushed in without hesitation, and so on. Everything was too perfect, so perfect it seemed unreal!" Ke Xuedong muttered. "Something is wrong here. Maybe the fire was set by Huang He himself. He staged the fire to gain fame, then rescued people himself to create a heroic image and promote his company to make more money!"
"Yes, that must be it!" Ke Xuedong finally found a perfect explanation for himself, and soon, Ke Xuedong found a fatal piece of evidence.
It was Huang He's car.
In Ke Xuedong's opinion, Huang He's car was simply miraculous, like Doraemon's pocket.
Crashing through the gate with the car was one thing, but any car could do that.
However, the fact that the car's trunk contained two fire extinguishers and a fire axe was highly unusual. If you randomly picked a million sedans on the street, you might find one with a fire extinguisher in the trunk.
Even if that were the case, a car with a fire axe in the trunk would be unique. Unless it was specifically used for transporting goods, you wouldn't find many like it in all of China.
The presence of these items, and the fact that they played crucial roles in the rescue, was even more noteworthy. The fire extinguishers were used to put out residual flames on the stairs, and the fire axe was the tool Huang He used to break open the iron chains.
Without the axe, unless the shop owner could have arrived immediately with a key to open the door, or brought a chainsaw to cut it open, the door would not have been opened in a short time, and the people inside could not have been rescued.
These rescue tools were truly a timely blessing.
But why would a distinguished boss like Huang He have these tools in his trunk?
It just didn't make sense.
Therefore, the only explanation was that the fire was set by Huang He. That's why Huang He knew in advance that there would be a fire, and he prepared the corresponding tools in his car beforehand, all to create the image of a heroic rescuer.
"Right, and the dashcam!" Ke Xuedong exclaimed, clapping his hands. "This thing is too rare. I heard there aren't many in the world, and almost all of them are in our fatherland, Japan. Maybe a few in Europe and America, but absolutely none in mainland China!"
"And yet Huang He's car was equipped with a dashcam, which happened to capture his rescue process and serve as proof of his heroism. It's too incredible!"
"So, these dashcams must have been prepared in advance, tools for Huang He to shape his image. Otherwise, after all his hard work rescuing people, not having a video would be a waste! If it were me, I would definitely find a way to record the process!" Ke Xuedong slapped his thigh, convinced he had figured Huang He out.
At the same time, he had found his ultimate weapon against Huang He!
So, Ke Xuedong immediately wrote down all the doubts he had just thought of and prepared to give them to his media friends that evening to expose Huang He's fake facade in the newspapers.
Well, as a person from Taiwan, Ke Xuedong knew some media outlets in Taiwan. They would be very interested in news that could smear the mainland.
As for the mainland, he also knew many self-proclaimed intellectuals who greatly admired Taiwan. These people made it their job to criticize the ugly aspects of the mainland. They would certainly not refuse to publish such articles.
Therefore, he believed that the doubts he had discovered would be widely reported the next day, quickly spread, and then, under public pressure, the relevant mainland authorities would surely investigate Huang He. At that time, all of Huang He's masks would be torn off.
Not only would Huang He not become a hero through this incident, but he would also be imprisoned for several years for his arson and evil deeds. His company and businesses would be ruined, and his entire enterprise would go bankrupt, disappearing from Jiangnan forever.
Thinking of this, Ke Xuedong shivered with excitement. He found paper and a pen in his room and was about to start writing when he suddenly heard the reporter on TV ask:
"I have a question that I'm very curious about. Your car seems like a treasure chest. Not only can it crash through iron gates, but it also has a dashcam that recorded the entire process. The trunk is also equipped with two fire extinguishers and even a fire axe. And the dashcam, these are not typically found in ordinary cars, are they?"
"These items usually wouldn't be in a car. Do you normally carry these things in your car, or did you have them with you that day due to special circumstances?"
"... " Ke Xuedong's pen, which had just written two characters, froze. His expression was one of extreme shock.
What was going on?
Weren't these the exact points and questions he wanted to raise? How could the mainland media reporter have asked them first? What was the point of him writing a questioning article now?
It was like drawing a bow without an arrow; he had pulled back the string but was forced to release the force. Ke Xuedong felt incredibly uncomfortable.
"Fine, since the reporter has already questioned this, let's see how Huang He answers this unanswerable question!" Ke Xuedong gritted his teeth, expecting Huang He to make up some wild story.
"No, but since the year 2000, my car has always had these items!" Huang He said, and at this point, his expression suddenly became somewhat melancholy, even sad. The entire atmosphere of the scene seemed to become somber.
"Why?" the reporter pressed.
"I'd rather not answer that question, can I?" Huang He said, his face stiffening. Ke Xuedong watched, incredibly excited, clapping his thighs repeatedly.
"This Huang He must have hit a nerve. You don't want to answer, you can't answer this question!" Ke Xuedong exclaimed excitedly.
"Actually, many viewers have the same doubts. Our program team has received many emails questioning why your car would have these items. They find it very incredible, as these are not things that would normally be carried in a regular car!" the reporter asked relentlessly.
This question also stunned many viewers in front of the television.
Yes, most viewers were simple-minded, so no one would have thought it was abnormal for a sedan's trunk to contain these items.
But once it was pointed out and everyone started to think about it, doubts similar to Ke Xuedong's arose.
"This guy, could he be a fraud who set the fire himself and then extinguished it?" Such questions flooded everyone's minds. If Huang He couldn't explain himself clearly on camera, he would immediately go from hero to fraud.
"Alright, it's actually something I don't want to recall!" Huang He sighed. "In 2000, our family was involved in a car accident. My parents and I were all in the car."
"At that time, the car overturned and was severely deformed. When I crawled out of the car and tried to rescue them, I found that my parents, who were in the front seats, were trapped by the deformed car body."
"I tried everything, but I couldn't move them. Then the car started to... to... excuse me!" Huang He choked up, tears welling in his eyes, unable to speak.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, Huang He continued.
"The car caught fire, burning with the leaked gasoline. I was forcibly pulled away by passersby and could only watch helplessly as the car and my home... my home..." Huang He broke down in tears again, unable to speak.
"At that moment, I thought, if I had had a fire axe in my hand, I could have chopped away the parts trapping my loved ones. Or if I had had a few fire extinguishers, I could have put out the flames immediately. If that had been the case, my beloved ones might have survived!"
"Unfortunately, it was too late. I didn't have the chance. But I don't want to encounter such a situation again. That's why, from then on, my car's trunk has always been equipped with these two items. No matter which car, no matter where I go, as long as I am in the car, the trunk will have these things, because I never want the same tragedy to happen again!"
"As for the dashcam, it's a built-in accessory, not something I installed myself. This can all be verified."
When Huang He finished speaking, all the viewers fell silent. They never expected that this heroic man had such a tragic story behind him.
Especially the women, whether they were middle-aged or young girls, seeing Huang He's grief-stricken expression under the reporter's questioning, they all wished they could embrace him and shout, "Don't cry, Huang He baby, Mom loves you!"