"What a move...... Retreat is the ......" in the small conference room, with this low murmur that seems to be talking to himself, whispers permeated.

The smell of tobacco permeated every corner of the meeting room.

The smell of sweat, perhaps because of the smell of the human body after sleepless nights, also makes the air in the whole room full of a --- some people will call it masculine, but in fact it is not a good smell.

The guards under the tightly closed windows illustrate the degree of secrecy that this meeting should have, and it is understandable why the windows and doors of this meeting, which lasted from yesterday evening until the early hours of the morning, when the latest newspaper was delivered to the table, were closed.

A pair of slender, but calloused hands pushed open the window.

The sun is shining brightly.

It's like a new life.

Outside the window, the scenery is full of vitality and vitality.

Tang Shaoshuai stood at the window and took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and a faint smile finally appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

Behind him, the staff whispered.

"There are few wives and husbands, and with such a lady, the young marshal really has to save a lot of effort."

This is a tone of appreciation, envy, jealousy.

But there are also contradictory ones.

"Where is the overnight feud between father and son, so our relationship with Kyoto ......"

"Unreconciled?" The person who said this was obviously Tang Shaoshuai's henchman, because he directly pointed out the fact that more people didn't dare to say it directly, "Could it be that if the young marshal doesn't fight back, the big marshal will really accept it if he sees it and stop it early?" ”

The man who had just spoken was dumbfounded.

Tang Dashuai's temper is known to many people present. The personality seems to be gentle and silent, but in fact, he doesn't listen to people and acts arbitrarily. This time this crisis of public opinion that permeates the whole country, since it can sweep the land of China so quickly, whether there is a signal from the current uncrowned king Tang Dashuai behind it, everyone here is also clear.

Now that things have come to this point, it is tantamount to self-destruction to count on the mercy and licking of the calves from the superiors.

Young Marshal Tang did not listen to their arguments.

At the beginning, when many of his subordinates were worried about how much loss this public opinion battle would bring him in the end, and where the father-son relationship with the big boss would go, he was probably the only one who didn't worry about it from beginning to end.

Perhaps, it was just because he was sure that he had a good wife who was better than all he had imagined.

He turned from the window and said only one word: "I've wasted a whole night with you." I think it's time for me to go to my wife. ”

And at this time, none of the staff members could say anything against it.

After he strode away, the latest issue of bosom friend was put on.

At the bottom of the column of the first edition of "The Joys and Sorrows of the First Family", a line of small letters was also printed in bold in an inconspicuous position: This newspaper is about to be relocated and will suspend publication for two issues.

***

When the military police arrived, the bosom friend was already empty.

All that's left is an empty, door-wide office with no one inside.

After receiving such a return, Tang Dashuai, who had not spoken a word since the morning, did not show a look of surprise.

Obviously, such a result was expected by him.

Aunt Ding, who was standing beside him and listening to the report together, carefully glanced at the man's expression, and when the herald lowered her head worriedly, she moved her body and stepped forward, walked to the handsome, waved her fist and gently beat his back, and the familiar and skillful gestures relieved the man's tension very well.

The muscles on the man's shoulders gradually relaxed.

The herald had just secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he lowered his head, he heard the woman standing at the top speak softly: "Dashuai, this matter is over?" ”

Tang Dashuai snorted lightly from his nose, noncommittal.

Aunt Ding said in a low voice: "It is not my turn to say this, after all, I am not a serious mother-in-law." But in the end, the young marshal is also half of my son, and I am also a pair of their young elders, although some words are beyond my identity, but I still have to say a few more words. This is just a family matter, and the marshal is teaching his son a lesson, but others interfere, but it is no longer between father and son, but has become a state affair...... This business has become a state affair...... It's not a good thing for anyone that it's going to make such a big fuss. Outsiders are outsiders in the end, I just hope that our young marshal can understand this truth as soon as possible. ”

This 'outsider' is insinuating who he is, and even the herald below can understand it.

The man who originally thought that the matter of the bosom friend going to the empty building had come to an end couldn't help but curse in his heart that there were many things, so adding fuel to the fire, I am afraid that things will have more variables.

Sure enough, the marshal was silent for a while, but when he spoke, he had already ordered: "They didn't leave Kyoto so quickly." I want to see their people. If you can't catch someone...... "he paused slightly, "the corpse will do the same." ”

The herald shuddered slightly, but he just saluted with his heels together, and turned to go out in response.

Aunt Ding squinted her eyes slightly behind Tang Dashuai, and was about to say something more, but saw that the man who was silent just now suddenly turned around to look at her, and the look in his eyes was complicated so that she couldn't understand.

Aunt Ding suddenly felt a little scared.

She smiled softly and calmly, Tang Dashuai looked at her for a while, and then slowly spoke: "If you talk about outsiders, in this family, all people with foreign surnames are outsiders." ”

"......" Aunt Ding's heart clenched almost instantly.

Although she is middle-aged, her eyes are still flexible and watery, and tears slowly accumulate in them.

The weak posture is invincible on weekdays, but this time, Tang Dashuai is almost indifferent.

"You're right this time." "But next time, don't forget that, don't forget what your last name is." ”

"The concubine understands." Aunt Ding replied gently and well-behaved.

The supple gesture finally earned her a not-so-pleasant "um".

***

"President, can we go...... "The face of the young girl, who has not been a friend for a long time, is full of four words: worried.

Kim Yoon-joo glanced at her and understood her concern. She looked around around at her left and right, and all she saw were tired, tired, and worried faces.

Of all of them, she seems to be the only one who is calm.

Not really.

Although her face didn't show it at all, only she knew that her trust had been discounted at some moment.

She would also ask herself if they would be able to leave Kyoto smoothly after pouring all their connections, connections, and risks into making such a newspaper.

She could imagine how angry the men who had been so handsome for most of their lives would be, and what a dangerous situation they were in--- if they didn't reach the northeast as safely as her boss expected, maybe their future would only be a dark cell or a splash of blood.

But all these doubts, Kim Yun-joo did not have any written on her face.

She just glanced at the sky that was gradually glowing, the distance of the water and the sky, and said softly, but undoubtedly, firmly: "...... Rest assured, soon. ”

Her firmness calmed down those colleagues who were originally confused and uneasy.

The little girl, who was about to shed tears just now, also stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

This issue of the newspaper can be said to be the last person in Kim Yoon-joo, and he made a decision against public opinion.

There was a lot of debate in the conference room, and opinions were divided into two factions.

Some of the more radical hawks, especially a few editors and reporters who have lived abroad and seen the world, have resisted Kim Yoon-joo's approach, and they are concerned about press freedom.

The secrets of the "first family" are always eye-catching, such as how the young marshal's mother died, why his brothers and little mothers were buried at a time and died silently, such as even if they were in the backyard of the Tang family, but what Miss Tang San and Tang Shaoshuai's mother came from, but there was always a gap in the relationship, such as why Tang Shaoshuai's mother's dowry disappeared, for example, Tang Dashuai was obviously from a poor background, so where did the gold and silver that he scattered to his subordinates at the beginning of the uprising come from, many clues have actually been there, the question is just, No one dared to dig through it before, let alone think about it, and tie everything together.

And they, these freedom fighters and uncrowned kings, can report such a news, for these hawks, this life is enough to be proud of, and it is enough for them to be recorded in the history of Chinese journalism--- with such an experience, what other pursuits do they have.

No matter what Kim Yoon-joo's source is, as long as they report the truth, for the hawks, why be afraid!

But others are not.

In fact, the number of opponents was so much greater than the number of those who agreed with it that in the end, many of Kim Yoon-joo's men resigned, some left their newspaper because of such and such concerns, and those who remained had to do more work that did not belong to them.

So almost everyone present can be regarded as a staunch supporter of Kim Yoon-joo.

Even the weakest little girl is the same.

It's just that Rao is like this, but after waiting for a long time, there is still no response, and on the other side, it seems that they can hear the sound of the city behind them waking up and the pursuers approaching---- these people are still anxious and shaken, and a few people even cry quietly at Kim Yoon-joo.

Desperation spread in this small team. 166 Reading Network