"Where did you hear all this nonsense?"

After Ye Cong pulled Xu Zheng away, the female reporter was sullen all the way. Sun Xiang has a lot of material on him, but this adult is elusive and difficult to catch. I don't know when I'm going to have my next interview.

She never thought about how Sun Xiang could be interviewed by her next time.

"I don't usually reveal information about informants, but if you ask. Xu Zheng replied, "Xu Weiyue told me, she said that she memorized a copy of Sun Zhangmen's black material. ”

Xu Zheng had a good impression of Deputy Division Commander Ye Cong and seemed quite honest. In the past few days, the two have been living together, and it has always been Ye Cong's time to accommodate her, and he has solved many unnecessary troubles for her. For a busy man in charge of logistics, this already seems quite sincere. Xu Zheng knew that he owed Ye Cong a favor.

But Ye Cong's next words made her unhappy.

"I think your first question is a good one, but you shouldn't ask the last one. Ye Cong spread his hands and looked innocent, "I don't want this to appear in the news." ”

Although Ye Cong said it tactfully, Xu Zheng knew that the deputy division commander had a way to do what he said. Her press release needs to be transmitted to the rear through the radio, and Ye Cong is in charge of the communication logistics. In other words, if Ye Cong is willing, he can directly delete Xu Zheng's manuscript.

In the past few days, although there were some reports that Ye Cong didn't want to see, they all did what Xu Zheng wanted.

Unexpectedly, this time his attitude was so resolute, and Xu Zheng's heart was nameless. First, news reporting is my own job and profession, where is the turn to get layman's guidance. Second, Ye Cong has been responding to her requests in the past few days, and Xu Zheng subconsciously thinks that Ye Cong should support him in everything. Now she was being taught a straight lesson, and she felt humiliated.

So her words were full of fire and medicine.

"What, Sun Xiang is a saint? Can't have black material? Are you his brainless fan?"

"Watch your words, ma'am! Lord Sun Xiang has been kind to all our ordinary soldiers, without whom we would be in the gutter now. If you talk like that in the barracks, you will be beaten. ”

Ye Cong was righteous, and Xu Zheng was even more angry. She knew that Sun Da was quite respected, but she felt that this did not conflict with her objective and fair reporting.

"The public has the right to know!" is the golden rule of journalism.

"The public has the right to know about public affairs, not to snoop on the privacy of others!"

"Oh, personal privacy? brain-dead fans like to use this reason to defend their idols. If the idol's privacy is positive news, they will cheer, and when the fly camp behind the idol is exposed, they will immediately rush out to wash the floor. This is the classic double standard. ”

"You've been using idol stars as an analogy, but Sun Xiang is not an idol, he's a great man. ”

"What's the difference between an idol and a great man, isn't it all a set on the surface and a set behind it? Huaguo just likes to create gods, but when the people know that gods will also be greedy, gods also have bad habits, and gods will always abandon them, the resulting disillusionment will be much more serious than not making gods. Journalism is all about reporting the truth, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but I feel the need to let the public know about a more real Sun Xiang, rather than worshipping an empty idol all day long. ”

Ye Cong stared at Xu Zheng's eyes and said solemnly: "You have made the most serious mistake in journalism, you have confused the public and private virtues of a great man. Master Sun Xiang, who is the guiding light of the human world, and Sun Xiang, a cultivator who has married two wives, are two different people. The public who likes to entertain gossip doesn't know this, don't you, as a professional journalist, know this?"

"Great people are not the same as idol stars. Those idols rely on the consumption of public sentiment for their income, and their privacy is part of that income, and they have no right to keep it. ”

"Lord Sun Xiang was interviewed by you as the guide of the human world, but you asked him about the personal privacy of the cultivator Sun Xiang. You should know that the identity of the cultivator Sun Xiang will not give any interviews. Your caution is unpleasant, but Master Sun Xiang has self-cultivation and has not pursued it. If Lord Sun Xiang orders you to be imprisoned, I will not open up to you. ”

Xu Zheng bit her lower lip fiercely, if it weren't for her strong personality, her tears would have swirled in her eyes.

"Do I still need to beg you to open the net?" she scolded uncontrollably, "mortal, do you really think you can beat me?"

As soon as the words "mortal" came out, Ye Cong's face instantly turned cold.

After the Qingbei trial ended and the rules of Binhai Fan cultivation were officially set, the distinction between ordinary people and cultivators was no longer as clear as before. Although ordinary people will still compliment cultivators when they see them, cultivators no longer call ordinary people "mortals". This is seen as an extremely arrogant and faux pas.

It's like an employee can call "boss" or laugh at himself as a "worker", but the boss can't call him a "worker". If you shout it, it is purely for the sake of insulting people.

And to be honest, Xu Zheng's strength is only barely at the level of the blue coat. Although Ye Cong is a mortal, he is fully dressed in spiritual clothes and has extremely rich combat experience. The two are fighting, and the victory or defeat is really not certain.

Xu Zheng felt remorseful in her heart, but she didn't want to apologize to Ye Cong.

So in the next trip, Ye Cong drove without saying a word, and Xu Zheng hugged his chest and pretended to be asleep on the co-pilot. The atmosphere was rather dreary, not as good as the previous talk and laughter along the way.

According to the predetermined plan, after Xu Zheng finished interviewing Sun Da in Fengxiang, he needed to go back to the communication center of the division headquarters first, write out the press release and send it back to the rear. Although Ye Cong didn't speak, he still walked according to the original plan.

Fengxiang was only 20 kilometers away from the division headquarters, and while the expeditionary force was building fortifications, simple roads were also paved, which was not a long distance.

Forests were burned, swamps were filled in, and war installations were erected.

The most numerous of these are the microwave antennas of the wireless power transmission system. In the wild, where sucking mosquitoes are flying everywhere, setting up power lines is a joke. No matter how much electricity there is, it will be stolen by these thieves in less than five kilometers. Thanks to the fact that the electric mosquito has not yet evolved mouthparts that can absorb microwaves.

The fusion reactor currently in operation at the division headquarters generates a steady stream of abundant electricity, which is converted into high-energy microwaves and transmitted to the surrounding power consumption units within a radius of more than 100 kilometers through wireless transmission facilities. This is the latest research result of the energy transmission research group of the Academy of Sciences, the wide-area wireless transmission system. Pingchun Fortress is a directional wireless conveyor, which can only be matched one-to-one, and has high requirements for the angle position. And now this is similar to wireless broadcasting, and as long as the power consumption units in the range have a secret key, they can be connected to the power grid.

Because of the curvature of the ground and the attenuation of distance, it is impossible to take care of the farther away. Later, if the whole army continues to advance, the reactor needs to follow. This is the purpose of the development of the mobile deuterium-ion fusion reactor, the mobile power station.