Fiction: Group 4
The Girl in Rugged Clothing
St. Paul's Co-educational College, Wang, Wei Tong Phoebe - 15, Fiction: Group 4
ollution problem is serious in the Pearl River Delta. I urge you all to take part in
environmental protection. Thank you."
I bowed, leaving the stage under the accompaniment of the loud applause and flashes of cameras. Today was
an important day. Today was the day I was officially elected as the governor of Guangdong province,
though it is quite unusual for a man of my age to be successfully elected as a high-ranking official.
Reducing pollution was one of the vital factors that led me to my success.
"Mr. Zeng, the hotel has provided us a suite. Would you like to have a rest first?"
I nodded and followed my secretary.
The moment I entered the suite, I took off my suit and sat on the couch. I turned to my secretary, Yang,
and asked, "So, what is my schedule for tomorrow?"
"First, we will set off for different cities and towns in Guangdong. Then, we will go to Yuancheng District
to meet with the secretaries and governors of provincials nearby. The matter that would be discussed is the
percentage and distribution of money among different provinces after the construction of several factories."
"Okay. Go back to your room and rest."
After Yang left the room, I took a comfortable bath and went to bed early.
There was fog everywhere, causing me unable to locate myself in this murky place. Squinting my eyes
hoping to gain a better view of the surroundings, I saw a faint image of a tall building not far ahead. I moved
towards it slowly and cautiously. Suddenly, a strong gust of freezing wind blew by, it was so cold that it felt
like thousands of needles were prickling my skin.
“Zeng, come here. Come here.” A deep voice echoed.
I opened my eyes wide and gasped for air greedily. When I saw the roof above me, I realised everything I
encountered previously was just an unrealistic dream. Feeling weary, I took a quick glance at the clock,
picked up the phone and dialled Yang’s number.
Yang arrived shortly after I called. Having changed into proper attire already, I said, “Let’s go.”
“Yes, Mr. Zeng.”
After a few hours’ drive and fascinating visits, we finally arrived at the Central Building in Yuancheng
District. A man dressed in a tight suit welcomed us and showed us the way to the conference room.
“Dong River, the eastern tributary of the Pearl River, runs through Yuancheng District. It is visible from
our building.” As we were walking along the corridor of the building, the man pointed out of the window
and spoke.
I gazed out of the window and saw the river glittering under the sunlight. All of a sudden, a sharp pain shot
through my brain. I lost consciousness, feeling as if I was falling into an endless abyss.
As I came round, I found myself lying under thick mist once again. I tried standing up, just to feel my body
as light as a fluttering feather. The haze started fading away, revealing a dreadful view.
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