A Xinhua Bookstore in Beijing.
An old man with sparse hair, wearing a gray checkered shirt, paused for a moment at the new book display, then picked up a set of "Three-Body Civilization."
After paying.
He took a picture of the book in his hand.
Then he posted a message on Weibo: Old Yang never talks big, I've bought the book, and will post my review later!
This old man was Yang Xijin, who was in a completely different league from Wang Zhixin.
Wang Zhixin only took the "Shen Hei" route for a bit of traffic.
But Yang Xijin was different; he was an old liberal intellectual, a typical soft-knee, under the guise of thinking for the people and critiquing the dark sides of society, he would make statements that seemed to protect the populace, yet were actually laden with personal agendas.
Someone like him couldn't stand to see any good in the country.
If there was any breakthrough achievement, it was more painful for him than killing him.
