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Chapter 308 Herd Psychology
"Human nature?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Have you ever seen a line? When the first person or the first group of people line up, most of the people behind will line up. If the first person or the first group of people don't line up, neither will the people behind."

Zuo Zhong got up and walked to the blackboard in the conference room, picked up the chalk and wrote while saying:
"Under the influence of the behavior of the outside crowd, people will show behaviors and speeches that conform to public opinion or the majority in terms of their own judgment and understanding. I call it the herd mentality."

When he said the last four words, four words appeared on the blackboard, public opinion and influence.

Everyone in the intelligence department seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand completely, so they had to look at him.

Zuo Zhong threw away the chalk, put his hands on the table, stared at everyone and ordered: "Immediately contact all newspapers and magazines in Jinling through various channels, and urge them to publish news reports about the Tiankuan Festival.

Let everyone pay attention to this matter, and the laundry needs to be dried on Tiankuan Festival, which coincides with the chairman's new life movement, so don't worry about being too abrupt and causing the other party's suspicion. "

When the time is right, let a small number of newspapers start from the perspective of the republic of the five races, draw out the Insect King Festival, and call on the people of Jinling Banner to celebrate the festival. "

Wu Chunyang had a flash of inspiration: "This is the role of public opinion, and it is also the herd mentality you mentioned, section chief. Compared with the strictly trained Manchukuo intelligence personnel, the common people are more likely to be controlled by public opinion.

Facing the overwhelming news about the Insect King's Day, as long as some bannermen start to celebrate the festival, the rest will follow blindly, and even our people can pretend to be bannermen, causing the first wave. "

"Yes, next is influence."

Zuo Zhong straightened up: "The gang of traitors lurking in Jinling must have endured enormous psychological pressure. When you see Jinling bannermen celebrating the King of Insects Festival, tell me how they will react."

"Homesickness."

"Thinking of the Northeast."

Now everyone understood that the section chief wanted to influence the other party step by step, using the Insect King Festival as an introduction to make the Puppet Manchukuo agents feel homesick. The possibility of this happening is very high.

Because from a certain point of view, these second generations of the puppet Manchukuo are also "patriots" who chose to come to Jinling. They are full of enthusiasm for restoring the so-called ancestral system.

In this case, when encountering the Manchukuo festival and seeing the celebration behavior of the banner people, even if these people have received strict training, they will definitely have psychological fluctuations.

At this time, the herd mentality mentioned by the section chief reappeared, causing them to make actions that did not conform to their cover identity, and the Intelligence Section could use this to discover the Puppet Manchukuo agents.

Success is also "patriotic", and failure is also "patriotic".

Zuo Chong sighed: "I admit that this trick is a bit despicable, but it doesn't matter too much if each is his own master. You must be careful not to be influenced by public opinion when you are active in enemy-occupied areas in the future."

Song Minghao immediately objected: "Whatever the section chief said, everyone can punish these traitors. The puppet Manchukuo colluded with the Japanese invaders to split the country. How can we talk about patriotism."

"Yeah yeah."

All the people present agreed, and Gu Qi pointed out sharply: "A puppet country acquired by traitors is not worthy of talking about patriotism. Section Chief, you are too worried."

Zuo Zhong smiled: "Okay, let's not discuss this issue today, if you have any questions, if you don't have any, then act according to the plan, first blow the air on a few newspapers.

Let’s start with my friends in the press, so that the news will not appear sudden when the news is published on a large scale. It is best to invite some well-known journalists and literati to publish some articles. "

Wu Chunyang frowned and said: "There is just one problem to be solved. Some reporters have always looked down on us spies. I can see some special methods, otherwise they won't cooperate honestly."

Everyone's smiles faltered. In this world, if you don't scold the corrupt and incompetent national government, don't scold the fatuous bald head, and don't scold the insidious and cunning secret agents, how can you be called a conscientious literati of the Republic of China.

This group of people is a standard troll, and they are poor and arrogant. They don't accept money, and they are not afraid of threats. In case things become big and cause public outcry, this plan will be even more difficult to implement.

It's hard to do now.

Song Minghao said carelessly: "If you tie up their little one, of course you can't really hurt people, just scare the old people and children, and let them go no matter what happens or not."

He felt that his idea was very good, and cut through the mess quickly. Even if the reporters didn't care about himself, they should also take care of their parents, father, mother, wife and children. At worst, they would pay more compensation.

"Give me a bad idea."

Zuo Zhong glared at this guy, he dared not do such a thing as giving birth to a son without eyesight, a literati's pen kills with a knife, don't offend him if you can, otherwise Ximen officials are an example.

Fabricating out of thin air and dirtying people's innocence are the opponent's forte. If this matter is exposed, there may be some jokes about Zuo Daguan, which makes Zuo Chong have no face to face his ancestors.

He patted the table: "Money is magic, some literati reporters can't buy it, so go buy their bosses, as long as there is money to make, these businessmen don't care who we are or what we want to do."

Speaking of this, he added: "Also, don't talk about bribery in the future. How can the affairs of literati involve bribery? It's just a fee for them to polish their pens."

"Yes, Chief."

Everyone ignored who said the bribe first, and thought that the section chief's family is an old scholar's family after all, and it is a capital to polish the pen. Look at how fresh and elegant the words are, without the slightest smell of copper.

Zuo Zhong didn't know that his subordinates were sighing about his family tradition, so he waved his hands: "Okay, you guys go to work first, act cautiously and be patient, Lao Song, you stay here, I still have something to ask you."

"Hey, good section chief."

Song Minghao knew the reason why Zuo Zhong kept him, and he was very excited. After that incident, he encountered many cases in a row, otherwise he would have started it long ago, and he was impatient for revenge.

She shaved her own hair, pulled out her nails, let herself bite and frame the section chief, thinking that he had bitten his back molars tightly, this time he didn't kill that kid Liu Gui, Song Minghao had the other's surname.

Zuo Zhong looked at Song Minghao, whose expression was unpredictable, and frowned: "Why are you changing your face here? Any recent news from the Secret Service Headquarters must be accurate.

Your boy reimbursed hundreds of expenses, don't use Xu Enzeng's lace news all day long to make up the money, I'm not interested in what woman he slept with, I just want to know if they have made any big moves recently. "

Song Minghao's heart skipped a beat. He was used to living a hard life. Although he was rich in the arms business, the party and the state did not take advantage of it.

He regained his composure, and quickly said the news he got from his eyeliner: "Xu Enzeng is like a turtle now, staying in the secret service headquarters and not going out, it is said that he is practicing some closed-mouthed meditation with others.

The number of diners in the cafeteria is adequate, there is no large amount of food to take away, there are few records of vehicle maintenance, no unusual records of gun collection, and no salary is paid on behalf of others. Everything is normal. "

Shut up?everything is normal?
Zuo Zhong didn't believe it, if his guess was right, with a traitor in hand, Xu Enzeng was like a dog who saw the bones, he must be preparing for a big move, how could there be no movement in one place.

It's just that there is no abnormality in the personnel transfer, and there is no abnormality in the logistics support. Where will one start, and through the military relationship? No, Master Yuan can't wait to kill Xu Enzeng.

Is that Director Chen's direct descendant, the Party Investigation Office?But ever since what happened with Zhou Wenshan and Liu Juan, the investigation office of the party headquarters has become a homeless dog, and they don't have enough mobility.

It's strange, Xu Enzeng has become more refined, and even learned to sit on the Diaoyutai, hide the reconnaissance operation under the water surface, and use himself to attract the attention of others. This matter is becoming more and more interesting.

Did he work with an outside agency?
Zuo Zhong tapped the table slowly, and found an excuse to continue asking: "Is there any connection with other departments, such as the police station and city defense? It's impossible for them not to respond to our power grab."

"Let me think about it." Song Minghao recalled every word the insider said, and finally shook his head: "At least my people didn't find out, or they kept it strictly confidential, you can just ask if it is right.

One wants to fight back, the Jinling Police Department is the link they can't avoid, Director Bai owes a huge favor, just say that Miyamoto's disappearance, if you don't find someone, he will be in big trouble. "

Zuo Zhong thought about it, and felt that what Song Minghao said was reasonable, so he picked up the phone and was about to connect to Bai Wenzhi's call, but the operator kept saying that the line was occupied, and he waited for more than ten minutes before connecting.

"I'm asking in vain, who are you?"

A deep and deep voice came out of the microphone, making Zuo Zhong subconsciously look at the microphone, this is Lao Bai's voice?Those who didn't know thought it was an announcer from the Central News Agency.

Is it possible that being promoted can not only improve the physical indicators, but also turn the Lu provincial accent into a standard official language?

Zuo Chong smiled and said: "Hehe, I'm Zuo Zhong. I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you like this, Lao Bai? I almost thought you got the wrong number just now. Why don't you speak your native dialect?"

In the office on the top floor of the Police Department, Bai Wenzhi's original serious expression changed, and it turned out to be this despicable guy surnamed Zuo, who said on the surface that he didn't care about Miyamoto's life or death, and secretly went to find someone by himself.

Isn't it because you are afraid of taking credit, bah!

"Cough~" Bai Wenzhi cleared his throat, and continued to speak in official Chinese: "It turns out that it is Section Chief Zuo. I don't know what business I have today. Don't worry, if Bai can do it, he will never refuse."

Zuo Zhong was not a fool, he understood the implication, and asked him in vain if he had any business to do, that is to say, he only talked about business, and he said that he would never refuse if he could do it, and he would decline if he couldn't.

Bai Wenzhi must be out of his mind. He really thought that being a bad police chief would be able to yell at him, let alone a mere chief, even the chief of police would not dare to talk to him in this tone.

Zuo Zhong sneered: "The head of the Whitehall has great authority, it's okay, but my principal Zhu Jiahua may be transferred to the Ministry of the Interior, and I wanted to contact you to get in touch with you, since that's the case, forget it."

He mumbled something nonsense and hung up the phone with a snap.

(End of this chapter)