Secret War Silent

"Ouyang, I have already made a decision. I don't need to say any more. I will bear the consequences!" Tan Peiling convened an emergency meeting of the newspaper's editors and staff overnight, announcing her decision.

The editor-in-chief Ouyang sighed.

He knew that Tan Peiling entrusted him with the job of editor-in-chief and rarely interfered with his work, but this time she exercised the power of the president.

It turned out to be in order to continue to fight hard with the Central Union spy who lost the "bomb" behind the newspaper office.

Although he was the one who approved the previous report, he never expected that the other party would be so frantic and directly threw a grenade at the newspaper.

Fortunately, no one died. It would be troublesome if someone died.

"Fog City Morning Post" became famous in the first battle, so there is no need to take this risk. Although the purpose of running a newspaper is to pursue the authenticity of the news, it must also learn to avoid risks.

Proper avoidance is not something to be ashamed of.

However, Ouyang was also angry when the newspaper office was destroyed, but his blood and courage alone could not solve the problem. What he was more worried about was that Tan Peiling was being used as a gunman.

Suffering from the fact that there were so many people present during the meeting, it was difficult for him to persuade her, so he could only stabilize her and agree first.

"Pei Ling, you are betting on the future of the news agency. Yes, once this report is published, our "Mist City Morning Post" will definitely become the focus of all newspapers in Shancheng again, but have you ever thought about it? They have completely offended the Central Committee, and they can easily make it impossible for us to survive in the mountain city!" Ouyang chased after Tan Peiling's office, and said earnestly.

"I know, if you expose him and I don't expose such a thing, then what's the point of our newspaper?"

"We have to survive before we can speak out for them. Besides, our ability is limited, and this matter is beyond our ability?" Ouyang said excitedly.

"What's the meaning of life?" Tan Peiling asked rhetorically, "If it's just to keep the newspaper going, but not to stick to our original beliefs, what's the difference between us and those who are wise and safe?"

"Then you want the 100-odd people in my newspaper office to think about it. What will they do if the newspaper office is gone?" Ouyang said.

"I keep it." Tan Peiling said domineeringly.

Ouyang was speechless: "Peiling, I hope you don't regret the decision you made today."

"Don't worry, I won't regret it!" Tan Peiling said firmly, "Ouyang, tomorrow's newspaper, please."

"Don't worry, since you decided to do this, I have no reason to object. You are the president, and you don't feel bad." Ouyang smiled wryly.

"Okay, time is running out. Before six o'clock, at least 06 copies will be printed and distributed at 30:[-]. All the people we can use will be used, and each newspaper will be raised by five cents!"

"Still raising the price?"

Ouyang was stunned by Tan Peiling's operation.

"Yes, we took advantage of this opportunity to increase the price. We were already making money, and a five-cent increase would result in a slight surplus. I believe ordinary people can understand that our newspaper office has been blown up. It is the time when we are short of money." Tan Peiling explained.

"Can this work?" Ouyang really didn't know what to say. In his opinion, it was a broken jar.

"Just do as I say!" Tan Peiling ordered without any doubt.

Ouyang wanted to object, but the words got stuck in her throat. Last time, Tan Peiling did the same. She insisted on publishing the newspaper half an hour earlier than other newspapers, so as to distribute the goods in advance to seize the market.

This suddenly broke the rules, and almost became the public enemy of the Shancheng newspaper industry. Later, it was a great success.

He was also against it at the time, but the facts proved that Tan Peiling was a master of chess, and he was qualified to be the editor-in-chief, but Tan Peiling's keen insight was even more powerful when it came to running a newspaper.

"Okay, I'll talk to the distribution department."

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With Tan Peiling's order, everyone in Chenguang News Agency was dragged out of bed and came to work overtime. The temporary office area was brightly lit.

The rush of the draft, the typesetting of the schedule, as well as the cross-review, proofing and proofing, everyone worked hard...

"Old Liu, have you sent the photo?"

"Just come."

"Hurry up and send the sample newspaper to the editor-in-chief's office!"

"Okay!"

"Proofread, proofread..."

"President Tan said, this issue uses the best Daolin paper, no matter the cost, we must use our best skills!"

"Editor-in-Chief, if you use Daolin paper, the cost will go up. Every time we sell a newspaper, we will lose money on paper?"

"It's okay, the president said, starting today, the price of our "Fog City Morning Post" will increase by five cents per copy!"

"Reporter Jiang, I'm waiting for your report to come out now!" Everyone, including Ouyang, was reporting on Jiang Lin.

"It's coming, it's coming..." Jiang Lin has actually written three versions, but she is not satisfied with them and is still revising.

Under tremendous pressure, she also burst out with unprecedented inspiration.

"There is still half an hour, and it must be delivered to the printing workshop, otherwise it will be too late..."

"I'm revising, it shouldn't take half an hour." Jiang Lin continued to recite her article word by word without raising her head.

In fact, the layout is already empty, and the number of words in the article is almost determined, only some text revisions have not been completed.

After the draft is finished, it will be sent to the typesetting workshop for modification and replacement, and then it can go directly to the printing process.

"All right!"

Jiang Lin said "Okay", and the typesetting worker who had been waiting for a long time snatched the manuscript away and rushed to the typesetting workshop.

Adjust and replace directly according to the content of the previous edition. After checking three times in a row, if there are no mistakes or omissions, start printing!

A dozen thick cut Dowling papers were pushed into the printing machine, and as the machine started up for a while, the first newspaper, which exuded the fragrance of ink, came off the printing machine.

The first newspaper is usually preserved by the newspaper itself. After that, it will be the historical witness of the newspaper, which is of great significance.

Of course, after the first newspaper is printed, it needs to be checked again. If there is no problem, then start printing!

"Okay, well written!"

"Chief editor, is it alright?"

"Of course!" The editor-in-chief Ouyang went to the printing workshop to watch in person. Today's newspaper is of great significance, and it is likely to be the last issue of "Fog City Morning Post".

The machine roars!

Newspapers were printed one by one, and one printing machine was definitely not enough, and several printing machines had to be in full operation.

These printing machines were all imported by Tan Peiling from abroad at a high price. Few newspaper offices in the mountain city can have such good printing equipment.

Apart from the people, the most valuable thing about Chenguang News Agency is the printing machines. In addition to printing newspapers, it also undertakes outside work. The monthly profit of the printing workshop is quite considerable.

"Editor Ouyang, I want to take away ten newspapers first, don't you mind?" Jiang Lin was also very excited. She knew what kind of storm this newspaper would cause once it went on sale, and she would become the core of the storm.

"Reporter Jiang, you know the rules of our newspaper."

"I understand. I will pay for these ten newspapers." Jiang Lin nodded.

"Then it's fine."

Ouyang asked Jiang Lin to fetch ten newly printed newspapers. Jiang Lin put them in her purse and left the newspaper office.

Her work was over by now, and next, she was going to hide herself.

Stay out of the limelight!

It is also terrifying for the people in the Central Committee to go crazy.

After sending the person to the field, Jiang Lin took out the newspaper from her purse and handed it to Cai Xiaochun, saying, "Give this to Mr. Luo."

"Well, Miss Jiang, we will have someone to protect your safety. For these two days, try not to go out. If you need anything, just call the Twilight Cafe to find Manager Xin."

"Well, I see." Jiang Lin nodded. At least up to now, it seemed that Luo Yao was not the kind of untrustworthy person who would leave her behind after using her.

"Your father, we will notify him. Don't worry, try not to call home. You know, if they monitor your father's phone, they will know where you are." Cai Xiaochun reminded.

"I know."

"Okay, don't trust anyone except me and Manager Xin. No matter what happens, please inform us as soon as possible. Don't trust outsiders. This is the greatest protection for you." Cai Xiaochun warned.

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This night Luo Yao stayed in the basement of Twilight Mansion.

This is a small secret base of his own, controlled by Xin Xiaowu and others, it can also be regarded as an intelligence center.

This is his eyes and ears in the mountain city. Some things cannot be investigated by the military command organization, so only his own people can do it.

This place is unknown to outsiders except Wen Zishan and others.

"Brother, we are going against the Central Command this time, how should you explain to Mr. Dai?" Wen Zishan was a little worried, the consequences of offending Dai Yunong would be very serious.

"When did the military command ever fear the Central Command?"

"It's not that we're afraid, it's that we had the upper hand, and if we're so aggressive, I'm afraid they'll come here." Wen Zishan said.

"Third brother, this time I am not only doing it for myself, to vent my anger on my classmates, to avenge the dead little stool, but also for our military command. You know, our husband has been repeatedly reprimanded for dealing with the Communist Party because of this. Central Committee Xu Tailai always slanders in front of the committee members, feeling that this is how their so-called "anti-communist" results came about. If they don't seize the opportunity and express their anger for the husband, will there be such a good opportunity next time? "Luo Yao said.

"But your painstaking efforts in doing so, does my husband know?"

"Don't worry, we do this, Mr. knows it well." Luo Yao chuckled, what he said was also true.

"Brother also knows how to measure. This time, I will only face Du Guangyuan and Qi Yaorong. I will turn a blind eye to the rest of the people. I will not deliberately kill Du Guangyuan and bring Qi Yaorong down. This is my goal. "

Hearing what Luo Yao said, Wen Zishan heaved a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Luo Yao would be at odds with the entire Central Committee.

Now that he knew Luo Yao's purpose, he felt more relaxed.

What Wen Zishan didn't know was that on the surface, Luo Yao really only wanted to deal with Du Guangyuan and Qi Yaorong, but in fact, what he wanted was to use this public opinion to make the people in the mountain city realize the reactionary and corrupt nature of the Kuomintang authorities.

The influence is subtle, and so is the public opinion.

"Brother Yao, the newspaper is out. This is the sample report that Reporter Jiang asked me to bring you!" Cai Xiaochun came back and brought back the sample report.

The storm of public opinion that he set off with his own hands finally started.

Chapter 0907 Public Opinion Storm

"Give a copy to the head of liberal arts."

"Okay!"

As long as Luo Yao is free, he will set aside time to read the newspaper every day. The time is not fixed, and sometimes it is when he goes to work in the morning.

Sometimes I go home at night, after dinner, I read the newspaper as a rest.

As a spy worker, newspapers are one of the most important sources of intelligence. Some information is invisible to ordinary people, but intelligence personnel can see deep things.

This has something to do with one's knowledge reserve. Of course, it needs to be trained consciously. If reading newspapers is to watch the excitement and relieve boredom, then that is another matter.

Dorian paper!

As soon as he got started, Luo Yao recognized it. Today's "Fog City Morning Post" actually used the Daolin paper used for printing books. There is no paper factory in the mountain city that can produce this paper, so it has to be imported from abroad.

Although paper is not considered a strategic item, it is nearly twice as expensive as before the war, and ordinary newspaper offices are reluctant to use it to print newspapers.

It seems that Tan Peiling has already made preparations for this is the last one.

Both pictures and text, Jiang Lin originally wanted to use photos, but after careful consideration, Luo Yao vetoed it, and switched to using line drawing pictures.

It is to draw the scene according to the photos and then print it.

Although the effect is not as shocking as the real photos, it is friendly to Yan Feng and Hu Xiaoling who may see the content of the report in the future. After all, the visual impact brought by the drawing is much smaller than that of the photo.

Human blood steamed buns are not eaten like this, although in essence, Luo Yao only wants to avenge the dead little stool.

But the moral bottom line cannot be broken.

Moreover, using people to draw pictures can also interfere with the Zhongtong's line of sight. Of course, it probably doesn't have much effect.

"Brother, it's well written. It makes my blood boil. This Jiang Lin is quite talented!" Wen Zishan praised after reading the report.

"Be brave after being ashamed. In the final analysis, she has never experienced anything. It is not a bad thing for her to wake up now." Luo Yao nodded. Although Jiang Lin made unforgivable mistakes in the past, the mistakes If you don't die, if you make a mistake, if you don't die, then you will have a chance to correct it, and if you correct it, you will be a good person.

In this world, no one dares to say that he will never make mistakes in his life, but if he makes a mistake, he will be hacked to pieces. Is there any way for people in this world to survive?

"Brother, you are really generous. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do it." Wen Zishan sighed with emotion.

"Third brother, you have your own temperament, you don't have to force it, but if you can forgive others and forgive others, that is also a merit." Luo Yao chuckled.

"Brother said yes." Wen Zishan nodded. In his position, he handles a lot of cases and criminals every day. There are differences in beliefs, but in essence, it is for this country, this nation, the path chosen and the belief are different. Is it necessary to kill to solve the problem? He is also very confused, and sometimes even suffers from insomnia.

"It's almost dawn, I'm going to mend one foot, what do you want to do, why go!" Luo Yao pushed the pieces on the chessboard.

"Hey, brother, you are obviously about to lose, and you are playing tricks again!" Wen Zishan saw it and became anxious.

Luo Yaocai didn't care, found a camp bed, folded his clothes and lay down, and after a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

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