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Chapter 1214 News Inspection (1219 was reviewed)

On the way from Luojiawan to Minsheng Road, Zuo Zhong reported on the war situation in Anhui Province and the leakage of intelligence on the encirclement and suppression campaign.

Wu Chunyang and Song Minghao had different reactions to their roommates fighting each other. Wu Chunyang didn't care at all, while Song Minghao had a look of regret on his face, but he didn't take it too seriously.

At Song Minghao's age, right and wrong no longer matter. What matters is interests. Moreover, dealing with the underground party is a matter of stance and cannot be ambiguous.

As for the intelligence leak, both of them were a little surprised. The encirclement and suppression of underground party troops in Anhui Province was a top secret among top secrets. If the deputy director had not informed them, even they would not have known about it.

This means that the leaker is either a senior government official or has a close relationship with a senior government official, making the investigation very difficult.

After Zuo Zhong introduced the situation, he stopped talking. He leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't open his eyes until the car stopped in front of a newspaper office.

"Deputy Chairman, the people from the Press Inspection Office and the Central Military Commission are here." Wu Chunyang reminded softly in Zuo Chong's ear.

"Well, let's go down."

Zuo Zhong glanced at the crowd outside the car and replied slowly. The little agent in charge of the security quickly opened the car door, put his hand on the edge of the car, and Zuo Zhong bent down and got out of the car.

Seeing the arrival of the No. 2 figure in the military, a group of people immediately came to greet him. In addition to the director of the Press Inspection Office, the leader was Meng Ting.

"Deputy Director Zuo, welcome, welcome."

The director of the Press Inspection Office was hunched over, his hands stretched out towards Zuozhong, and the folds on his face could trap flies. He looked less like an official and more like the boy who led the way and poured tea in the study.

Meng Ting, who was next to him, also smiled and half-bowed. He had had many interactions with the military commanders and had a fairly good relationship with them, so he was not as flattering as the former.

Zuo Zhong yawned, pretending not to notice the director with his hands stretched out beside him, and asked lazily.

"How's it going? The news for tomorrow morning has been arranged. The committee is very concerned about this matter. You two must not make any mistakes, otherwise you will not blame Zuo for being unkind."

The director of the inspection station retracted his hand in embarrassment and said: "Don't worry, the military police and my people will monitor the reporters, editors, and printers throughout the whole process. I guarantee that there will be only one voice in all newspapers tomorrow."

"Brother, you're too polite. News inspection is the responsibility of your office. I and the military commander are just cooperating. Come on, let's go in and have a look." Skillfully throwing the pot away, Zuo Zhong led the people into the newspaper office.

Everyone came to a large office, where several men who looked like reporters were writing manuscripts with their heads down. Several news inspectors, military police, and spies stood behind them, staring intently at the contents of the manuscripts.

Suddenly, the inspector stopped one of the reporters and asked him in a stern tone to stop writing.

"No! This sentence is not allowed to be published!"

"why?"

"What does it mean to be at war with each other? It was clearly a deliberate provocation by the rebel bandits, and the government had to make up its mind to put an end to the chaos."

"It's inexplicable, I won't write!"

"Don't write it? I think you are a dissident. We need to investigate it carefully."

Faced with the threat, the reporter's face turned red with anger. He stood up and stretched out his hand in front of the inspector: "Catch me. Catch me quickly, lest I unconscionably cover up for you people."

The director of the Press Inspection Office felt a burning pain on his face. He had just promised that there would be no problems, and now something like this happened. It was so embarrassing.

Feeling that he had been slapped in the face, he immediately jumped up and shouted at the military police and secret agents: "Rebellion, rebellion, arrest this bastard and interrogate him severely."

Looking at the furious Mr. Director, Zuo Zhong coughed lightly. The military police and Central Unification agents who were about to arrest people stopped and waited for further orders.

"Haha, it's just a small misunderstanding, no need to get into a big fight."

After settling the matter first, Zuo Zhong walked up to the reporter, patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded him with a smile.

"My arms can't hold my thighs. We are all married people. We must not be impulsive when things happen. If something happens to you, what will happen to your parents, wife and children at home?

Take my advice and write whatever the government tells you to write. This way the newspaper will have sales, you will have a salary, and the citizens will be educated, so why bother yourself. "

As he spoke, his gentle gaze swept across the faces of several reporters. His attitude was very kind, but the depth of his words was chilling.

Meng Ting, who was behind the crowd, knew clearly that the target of the rebellion had a family, and his family was his biggest weakness. As expected, Zuo Zhong, a dog spy, had a dark heart.

The reporter who caused the trouble also calmed down at the meeting. After a fierce ideological struggle, he returned to his seat and revised the manuscript according to the inspector's request to beautify the Kuomintang's reactionary behavior.

Zuo Zhong smiled slightly and waved to the military police and spies: "Okay, let's all disperse. You must be polite to the reporters and gentlemen. We are all working for the party and the country."

After dealing with this episode, he led the team to visit the typesetting room and printing workshop, checked the entire newspaper printing process, and returned to the door of the newspaper office after confirming that there were no problems. Standing next to the car, Zuo Zhong said goodbye to the director of the inspection station and Meng Ting, and at the same time expressed his and the military commander's attitude.

"You two, press inspection is the work of the party department. We, the military commander, will not join in the fun. You can discuss the declaration of merit and awards afterwards without consulting the military commander's opinion. We will meet again by chance."

After speaking, without waiting for a reply, Zuo Zhong, Wu Chunyang, and Song Minghao jumped into the car and left the newspaper office as fast as they could.

After driving for a while, Wu Chunyang burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Lao Song, you saw Meng Ting's face, right? This guy probably wants to come with us."

Song Minghao bared his teeth and teased: "Seeing it, Meng Ting must know that there is something wrong with this job, otherwise it would not be his turn to take responsibility."

Listening to the conversation of his men, Zuo Zhong showed a faint smile. No one is a fool. A matter as big as Anhui province cannot be hidden from others. Only a fool like the director of the inspection station is so active. Others can't hide in time.

However, the news censorship this time is indeed very strict. It may be difficult for Northwest to speak out through the newspaper. Zuo's heavy fingers tapped on his knees, and his thoughts gradually became divergent.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the military command headquarters. Zuo Zhong called Wu Chunyang and the two to the office, and the three of them sat on the sofa and started chatting.

"Chunyang, Lao Song, I took you around the newspaper office just to tell you that the situation in the mountain city is very complicated, and the underground party's infiltration into the government is deeper than we expected.

To track down the leakage of intelligence on encirclement and suppression, Chunyang's Division 1 and Lao Song's Division 2 must work together. They cannot be limited to intelligence or counter-espionage operations, but must be effectively combined. "

Zuo Zhong put his two palms together and expressed his plan. Of course, this was just an excuse.

The real reason is that he wants to have a comprehensive and real-time grasp of the next work progress of the first and second offices to avoid the situation where his subordinates have found clues to the underground party without him knowing about it.

Today is different from the past. In the past, there were only so many people in the military intelligence system, and he could completely control it. Now the situation is bigger, and all kinds of intelligence are complicated, so he must deal with it carefully.

"Okay, you go and conduct preliminary investigations first, find out who is familiar with the encirclement and suppression plan, including me, and go through them all.

Remember, report any findings to me immediately and never act rashly. Many people attending the meeting have profound backgrounds and should not be offended easily. "

Zuo Zhong gave Wu Chunyang and Song Minghao a few more words before sending them away. He then took out his mobile phone during the prescribed contact time, edited a message and sent it to Lao K.

In the message, he gave three suggestions for solving the problems in Anhui Province. There are loopholes in any system, and the Guo Party's news censorship is no exception.

Only an hour later, the northwest office in Hongyanzui received the Northwest Emergency Telegram, with the letterhead marked AAA, which represented the importance of the telegram. Back then, the person in charge of the red team rebelled, and the relevant telegram was only AAAA.

After reading the telegram, Shuji's livid face softened slightly. He then summoned the leaders of the office and "Xinhua Newspaper" to the office and talked about a few things.

"I'm calling everyone here because there is some work that you need to complete. I said that the pen war is the precursor of the gun war and the backbone of the gun war. The propaganda front is as important as the front line."

After emphasizing the importance of publicity work, the chief assigned detailed tasks to each department.

"First, the comrades of the "Xinhua Daily" will print the Anhui Province affairs and the articles I wrote into newspapers. The more the better, remember to use the name of the "Central Daily News".

Second, the office contacted embassies and journalists from various countries in the United Kingdom and the United States, stated the truth of the matter to them, and sought support from public opinion in various countries.

Third, I will personally contact various newspapers in the mountain city and seek help from friends in the newspaper industry based on national interests. Even if the other party does not agree, I must let them remain neutral. "

These three arrangements involve the underground party itself, democrats and the outside world. If they can be realized, they can greatly improve the situation in the northwest.

But it was not without its problems. The leader of "Xinhua Daily" proposed how to avoid the government's news censorship.

Without the approval of the Press Inspection Office, newspapers cannot be printed, let alone sold or disseminated. Newspaper members cannot be allowed to sell newspapers on the streets.

Let’s not talk about the efficiency of this. If the party’s military and police are not blind or deaf, they will not ignore it when they see someone distributing newspapers.

The chief responded: "The superiors have made proper arrangements for this matter. You just need to print the newspapers and someone will be responsible for the distribution work."

The questioner did not speak anymore. The placement problem was solved and printing was easily completed. "New Hua Bao" had several secret printing stations, and several of them started working together. Thousands of copies could be easily printed before dawn.

It is not difficult to contact foreign embassies and reporters. Those white people talk about civil rights but say nothing about freedom. At a time when the Japanese are eyeing Southeast Asia, Westerners will not agree with the Kuomintang party to weaken the anti-Japanese forces.

Then there is only one question left, which newspapers should be contacted. Official newspapers of the Kuomintang such as "Joongang Daily" and "Sweeping Daily" will definitely not work. We can only find solutions in private newspapers.

The people present were all veterans who were proficient in underground work and were also familiar with the situation in the mountain city newspaper industry. They quickly agreed on a list of more than 20 newspapers that could be fought for.

It is undeniable that most journalists during the Republic of China still had integrity. Even though the government's news censorship system became increasingly strict, some people still adhered to the bottom line and defended the truth of the news with their lives.

Late at night, machines roared in a basement in a mountain city. Amidst the clicking sounds, newspapers with articles written throughout the ages... (ellipsis) slipped off the rollers.

Several "New Hua News" staff members quickly packed these newspapers and stacked them into thick cubes. They would turn into sharp swords and plunge directly into the enemy's chest!

(I hope the 520 bill will not stab the chests of all book lovers like a sharp sword...hehe)