Mediterranean hegemon

Poti didn't come to the meeting. He was drinking with a bunch of gangsters in a nearby bar. Hearing that Contini sent someone to look for him, he didn't dare to neglect him and arrived at the meeting very drunk.

Contini suppressed his laughter and said seriously: "Comrade Poti, the alliance has unanimously decided to start a newspaper called "Italian Youth". It is the organ of the alliance, the propaganda position and the mouthpiece of the alliance, and everyone unanimously recommends it. I am the president of the newspaper and concurrently the editor-in-chief. Since you are the vice-president of the alliance, you should also serve as the vice-president of the newspaper. Now that all other issues have been dealt with, there is only one last issue that needs to be solved by you, the vice-president..."

"This..." Poti looked at this and that. He knew that the other directors were dissatisfied with him suddenly appearing as the vice chairman. Anyone in the crowd was better than him, but since his father said he would follow The son of the Ciano family, and having been around his father for a long time, he has a keen eye. He knows how much he weighs, so he immediately refused with a rough tongue, "I can't write articles, you should hire someone else." ”

"I didn't ask you to write an article. We will take care of it. There are still some other conditions missing."

Poti rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "Then...then...how much is the difference? I...I'll take care of it."

"I don't want you to pay, but you have to do this..." Contini whispered a few words in his ear, and then provoked him, "This is the way. Do you dare to do it?"

"Dare, why don't you dare! I will take care of all the trivial matters!" After hearing this, Bo Ji was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He beat his chest and said excitedly, "Listen to me, within three days, printing, paper I’ll take care of everything! Just write the article and wait for it to be printed!”

"Then we'll see. You should act early!"

Facing Poti who was swaying away, everyone looked at each other, wondering what task Contini had arranged.

Contini did not explain, but only took out his own manuscript: "This is the inaugural statement that I plan to put on it. In addition, please find a way to collect the articles as soon as possible, focus on this topic, and explain it to all young students and intellectuals. The future direction and future of Italy must focus on the key points, highlight the center of "stability and order", and emphasize the changes brought by leaders to the history and political life of Italy. The article must have a certain academic and theoretical flavor, so as to highlight our culture Literacy and exploration spirit, but it should not be too academic. I suggest that it should be based on the theme of popular science - popularize education on the connotation and essence of "one doctrine, one party, one leader", and do your best to educate those politicians you are not accustomed to. Whip up, especially those stubborn characters in the Liberal Party and the Socialist Party. Don’t be polite to them. No one dares to cause trouble for us now. The Youth Daily must be a hit! "

Everyone got excited, said yes repeatedly, and then dispersed. No one asked Poti how to solve the printing and newspaper issues.

Contini was still very popular. The next day, "Youth Daily" rented a house and put up a sign. Newspaper staff, reporters and editors also arrived - all from the journalism and law departments of several universities. , Department of Politics, and Department of Philosophy. They were responsible for slogans and big-character posters at the beginning. There were also people responsible for design, cartoons and illustrations, and photography. All I could see were young students in their 20s, working enthusiastically. , full of youthful vitality.

In the evening, the first draft of the first issue was completed. Everyone gathered together to discuss, while considering the layout of the page, while discussing interesting things in school and society. The editorial office was very lively. Late at night, the first round of manuscripts has been reviewed by the editorial department and is ready to be revised and adjusted the next day. Then everyone disperses in twos and threes, many of them in pairs - it is very common in universities to talk about love and pick up girls. , Contini doesn't care as long as it doesn't delay work. After all, this is also a need of the revolution.

In the early hours of the morning, most of the students had fallen asleep, and it was finally time for Mr. Poti to show off his power.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Hands up!"

Following several orders, more than 20 policemen with live ammunition rushed into a printing factory. The typesetting workers and printers inside were busy nervously, and were startled by the sudden arrival of the police.

"Sir, what happened?"

"I suspect you are printing illegal publications! Seize them all and bring them back to the bureau for review!"

"Don't, don't... We are a regular newspaper and have been registered."

"Is there no illegal behavior if it has been registered?" Poti picked up a piece of paper, discussed the layout, and asked sharply, "What does it say?" It was completely unwise for the king to let Mussolini form a cabinet. This behavior is tantamount to condoning and appeasing the thugs..." "Forward" is very courageous and dares to oppose the major policies set by His Majesty. What's the point of not stopping this behavior? "

The police immediately took away all the more than 20 workers working inside. The police officer leading the team said in a flattering manner: "Master Poti, do you think I can see it okay?"

"I think it's okay. I'll tell my father. You're doing a great job!" Poti looked at the rumbling machines and the neatly piled newspapers next to them that would not be printed in the future. "Seal down all the machines, Bai Bai said. Take all the paper away with me!"

"What about the ones that have been printed?"

"Keep a few dozen copies as evidence of guilt, and sell the rest as scrap paper. The money is yours!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The same thing happened five times that night. The printing offices of five newspapers, including Forward, were sealed. Nearly 100,000 pieces of blank paper fell into the hands of Poti, along with more than 100 printers and typewriters. The workers were detained on the same charge - "Printing illegal newspapers and periodicals, opposing the king and insulting the leaders." A tabloid that really did not publish political news was also charged with "printing pornographic newspapers and periodicals, violating morals." However, Poti was very measured and only built factories that printed left-wing and tabloid newspapers. He did not touch any newspapers controlled by right-wing parties.

Early the next morning, many calls came into Grandini's office, and the news inside simply drove him crazy - a bunch of people asked him why he had closed down his newspaper and printing plant. He thought for a long time and felt that he had never given such an order at all. It was difficult to explain, so he had to agree to investigate. You wouldn't know if you didn't check, but when you checked, you were shocked to find that it was your son Poti who went to cause trouble in the name of his father. He was so angry that he roared like thunder, and almost broke his steel teeth. After thinking about it, he felt that something was strange. Although my son is a bit dandy, he doesn't seem like someone who can do such a thing. There must be something fishy in this.

When the poor police chief Grandini was searching the streets for this traitor, Poti was proudly asking for credit and reward from Contini. When he suddenly heard that the old man was angry, he felt a little guilty and subconsciously wanted to hide, but Contini was completely calm. Feng Qing told him: "Don't be afraid, your father won't do anything to you in this matter? Not only are you right, but you have also made merit. Are you helping your father? Why are you hiding from him?"

"How about you go with me?" Poti, who was fearless last night, was now a little scared and couldn't help begging.

Contini shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to go. If I go, the nature will change, and your father will definitely be suspicious... You have to resist, a man, what's the big deal? You are now the vice chairman, The second-in-command of the Youth League in Rome, which consists of tens of thousands of students, has more people in charge than your father. What are you afraid of? There is a leader in everything! Didn’t the leader shake hands with him and take a photo with him that day? I’m afraid, how can I do big things in the future?”

Then he taught Poti a bunch of words that could be used to defend him, and finally said: "Don't be afraid, just go ahead. I will step in to add fuel to your fire at the critical moment."

Upon hearing this, Poti became more courageous, more angry, his legs stopped shaking, and he went to see Grandini with high spirits.