RBCT Chapter 104 Helping Those in Injustice
Chapter 104 Helping Those in Injustice
Lin Jiayao swiped the screen rapidly.
Passerby A's camera lens account homepage scrolled by.
Lin Yan came closer, and the two of them stared at the screen.
The first thing you see are the videos with the highest number of views.
Some fast-paced mashups in the parody video section have over three million views. The next one is even more outrageous: a famous scene of a streamer has been reconstructed into a complete electronic music remix, with over five million views and a barrage of comments.
Lin Jiayao gasped.
For a small content creator with 130,000 followers, a million views means that the content itself has extremely high reach, which is an incredibly impressive level of technical skill.
As Lin Jiayao continued scrolling down, he passed through those meme videos with millions of views. Starting with a certain video, the number of views plummeted.
The homepage initially featured documentaries, averaging around 10,000 views per view.
Lin Jiayao clicked on one of them.
The camera shows an old man sitting on a street corner, with his shoe repair tools neatly arranged.
The old man's eye sockets were sunken, and his pupils were covered with a layer of grayish-white, so he couldn't see anything, but his calloused hands were working diligently, stitch by stitch.
The camera didn't zoom in on his eyes for a close-up; instead, it was just a normal recording and conversation, like a friend sitting across from him quietly watching him work.
Lin Jiayao exited and opened another one.
The camera shows a crazy old man sitting in a shack he built himself.
He was intently tying up the colorful slippers he had collected.
His eyes were only on his castle, a castle built from old toys, which reflected the shimmering lake surface in the afternoon sun, and the aluminum cans made a sound like wind chimes.
He listened intently, a smile spreading across his face.
Lin Jiayao sensed something in these images: a sincerity that seemed foolish in the age of internet traffic.
The parody videos prove that this person has top-notch editing skills and a keen sense for traffic. He is fully capable of becoming a comedy blogger with millions of followers and making easy money, but he chooses to spend his time on these documentaries. He doesn't try to gain sympathy; instead, he shows respect and equality towards the workers.
Lin Jiayao looked up at the dark-circled young man in the corner of the square who was still confronting the man in the suit.
The two looked at each other, and then, without prior arrangement, the corners of their mouths turned up slightly.
"It seems... we've found the person we're looking for."
……
"Do you think our company is joking?"
Before they could even get there, the situation in the corner of the square had already taken a sharp turn for the worse.
The man in the suit was clearly not going to give up; his expression had already changed drastically once.
"ha."
The man in the suit suddenly sneered, put his hands in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and changed his expression.
That face, which had just been awkwardly smiling and promising cooperation, has now completely torn off its last veil of pretense.
"Fine, you don't want to cooperate, is that it? Fine."
He pointed a finger at the bulging backpack on the young man's back.
"Leave the memory card in your computer."
The young man, Lu Xing, was surprised.
"What?"
"You went to the countryside for a test shoot a few days ago."
The man in the suit slowly counted on his fingers.
"Who reimbursed you for your taxi fare and boxed meals?"
He tilted his head, giving him a look that said, "You can still play dumb."
"Anything shot with company money becomes company property. You can't take a single frame of the footage from this machine with you."
"You're talking nonsense!"
He grabbed his backpack strap and took a step back.
"I bought this machine with my own savings! Those documentaries were my own projects, my hard work! You said you wanted to do a test shoot, and I even copied the footage for you, so why should I keep it?!"
The man in the suit clicked his tongue.
"Oh, getting impatient?"
He slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket and waved it.
"You signed the expense report for the test shoot, and it clearly stated in black and white that the filming content, which involved company resources, belonged to the company. Didn't you read it when you signed it?"
Lu Xing opened his mouth, his face turning bright red.
He did sign something at the time.
But that was just a reimbursement process, as the other party had said. The stack of papers was more than a dozen pages long, and the other party urged him to sign it quickly, not giving him any time to look at the terms.
"That...that's an unfair contract term! It's completely illegal!"
"Whether it's legal or not, go ahead and sue."
The man in the suit smiled crookedly.
"You can't afford to sue, huh?"
The man in the suit took a step forward.
"Then obediently hand over the card."
Lu Xing gripped the backpack strap tightly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
But no one stood up, no one spoke.
Lu Xing suddenly understood.
The man in the suit clearly noticed the silence around him. He didn't even look at them; he just looked at Lu Xing, speaking in a tone that suggested he already knew the outcome.
"Why do you think they're afraid to look at you? Because they're smarter than you."
The man in the suit smiled, stepped back, and resumed his normal volume, his tone even carrying a hint of earnestness.
"Xiao Lu, we're all adults here, let's not make this awkward. Give me the card, we'll call it even for today, it won't affect your next job search."
He paused for a moment, then slightly raised his chin.
"You don't want other companies to know about your feat, do you?"
The man in the suit waited for a while but didn't receive a reply.
The last bit of patience on his face vanished.
"Then don't blame me for being impolite."
He turned his head to the side and waved his hand behind him.
A colleague walked up from behind.
The two people, one on the left and one on the right, moved closer to Lu Xing.
"Take it!"
The man in the suit spoke in a cold tone.
"Don't let him leave with the materials."
Lu Xing instinctively turned to run, but the two burly men were faster and grabbed the side of his backpack.
"Let go!"
Lu Xing clung tightly to the old Sony mirrorless camera.
This is not just a machine; it contains his hard work and dedication. These people are not just data; they are living, breathing human beings.
He carefully stored their dignity in this small memory card.
If he loses it, he won't have the money to reshoot it a second time.
"Let go...let go of me!"
Lu Xing roared, but the strength of two adult men was something a frail college student like him could not withstand.
Several people gripped the camera body and shoulder strap tightly.
Lu Xing tried desperately to hug him back.
In the chaos, the nylon shoulder strap, which had been worn for many years, was stretched to its limit.
Click.
A crisp snapping sound.
The shoulder strap broke.
The Sony mirrorless camera, having lost its connection point, was thrown from my hand by inertia and spun into the air.
Time seemed to slow down dramatically at that moment.
Lu Xing watched as the camera traced an arc and began to flip and fall.
Below is a hard concrete floor.
His hand flailing helplessly in the air, unable to reach, Lu Xing closed his eyes.
Just at this time.
On the outskirts of the crowd, a young man sighed softly.