Storm on the Page

On the third evening, Xu Zhixia received a call from an unknown number. The person on the other end was a young man who introduced himself as public relations for the project. His tone was polite to the point of coldness. "Ms. Xu, if your footage includes historical claims that have not been verified, we recommend taking it down first. We would not want misinformation to affect residents' emotions." "Then what do you want?" Xu Zhixia stood in the shadow behind the cinema's back door, staring at a pool of water lit by a lamp. "For everyone to sign and move out quietly?" There was a pause before he continued. "We can offer compensation, and we can also create a commemorative display for the district. There's no need to make this so confrontational."