The Tunnel rescue operation continued from daytime deep into the night.
The highway leading to the Tunnel was brightly lit and packed with cars. Not only had reporters from every outlet gathered there, but plenty of residents had come to watch the spectacle.
After a crisis, it was like a holiday.
Where there were people, there was demand. Vendors soon lined the road selling water, grilled corn, starch sausages, grilled cold noodles, teppanyaki squid, stinky tofu...
A middle-aged woman pedaled over on a tricycle loaded with boxed meals, handing them out to the Rescue Team for free before riding away in style without even leaving her name.
The reporters waited at the highway entrance. They could not film the rescue inside the Tunnel, but they could still capture the bustling scene outside.
A few quick shots of the kindhearted woman's retreating figure, then a headline stuffed with trending phrases—that was a high-quality news report.
Sang Yin's car had Qingjiang City plates, yet it was parked right at the front, drawing plenty of attention from her peers.
One reporter came over to make small talk with her, smiling. "Not bad at all. An out-of-town car managed to squeeze into this spot—you must have gotten plenty of material, right? Name your price. If it's reasonable, I'll take it."
Those words were like a sharp sword, plunging straight into Sang Yin's heart.
She closed her eyes in pain.
The reporter paused, then hurriedly said, "You don't want to sell? You want an exclusive? How about this—you sell me the rights, and I guarantee I won't publish until after you do."
Sang Yin weakly waved a hand. "No. I have nothing here..."
The reporter's expression immediately soured. "Fine, then. Hope your exclusive goes viral."
With that, the reporter turned and left.
Bitterness filled Sang