Tomorrow's press release was sent by Vtoriak, the current head of the Far Eastern news media, with a round face, deep eye sockets, gray-blue eyes, pale blonde hair, a tall build, a bee waist and long arms, and the thickness and weight of a Russian. He is destined for the steppe race of the north, mixed with Xianbei and Mongolian archetypes, compared with the delicate and elegant Western and Southern Europeans, so earthy, earthy and calm. Generally speaking, Westerners are generally angular regardless of whether they are handsome or not.

The Mongols ruled Russia for 250 years, and for more than 400 years, they were mixed with Russians, and European countries still call Russians "descendants of Genghis Khan". There is a saying in Europe that "ScratchaRussianandfindaTatar." It means that if you peel back a Russian, you will see a Tatar (Mongol). Neither Lenin nor Stalin were "Westerners", they all looked to Europeans as Asians.

Ye Laosi stretched out his hand and took the draft of the newspaper typesetting, and after unfolding it and browsing it carefully, he pointed to a square news in the lower left corner of the sample and said, "When did this news come over?" ”

Furtoriac, who was sitting on the side, heard the questioning and glanced down slightly, only to see that the message was a military general order forwarded. The general meaning of this is that the Supervisory Committees of the Inland Soviets of the local garrisons of the Soviet Army and the Special Committees of the Soviets in the armed forces jointly issued an appeal calling on the members of the Bolshevik Party in the garrisons and armed forces in the armed forces to strengthen unity and heighten vigilance. Always ready to defend the country, to defend the Soviet people's power, to defend the Union of Republics.

"Oh, this is what the press office of the Far Eastern Military District just sent this morning." Vtoriac has a good memory. He replied casually without thinking about it.

"What do they mean? Didn't you ask carefully? Ye Laosi frowned slightly, then let go, and his knobby index finger tapped on the coffee table. The sunlight swept over the man's sculptural and deep features, and the calm and waveless face also made people feel deep and unfathomable.

Vortoriak looked at Ye Laosi's serious face, and sat down in a precarious position, "I asked." He quickly replied, "They said that there was no special meaning, and it was just a routine public opinion propaganda of the army, an activity like this." In the past, the military often did it, but this time it was a general order issued by the Ministry of National Defense, so I hope that the local media will cooperate. I didn't think it was necessary to occupy a prominent position since it wasn't important news, so I put it in this corner. ”

"Not big news!" Ye Laosi glanced at him lightly. The eyebrows were still deep and unfathomable, and he shook his head secretly, and said in his heart, "Vatoriac! Without political acumen and lack of training, this time he is afraid that he will be blindsided, this news sent out in the military region, where is it an ordinary public opinion propaganda bulletin! This is clearly a pre-war military mobilization order, look at what is said in the few words on it. Members of the Bolshevik Party strengthened their unity, defended Soviet people's power, defended the Union of Republics, slogans like this, if put a year ago. That's not a big fuss, of course, but in today's environment, it's very problematic, and it's a big problem. ”

Ye Laosi looked at the head of the news model. It turned out that today was the 16th of August, and I glanced up at the noise outside the window, but at this time it was quite sensitive, at this juncture, any kind of statement by the military could not be any so-called "unimportant news", there was already an undercurrent surging here, and it was already sitting on the crater, so under these seemingly calm words, there may be a stormy sea.

Of course, this was just speculation in his heart, and he didn't plan to explain more to anyone around him. He held the manuscript of the news edition in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he did not say anything, but continued to browse.

Turning to the second edition of the news, another large-scale news jumped into Ye Laosi's eyelids. To tell the truth, this news should not be called news, because it reflects some events that took place a month ago, that is, at the end of July, and its main content is the report on the signing of the treaty on the "Union of Soviet Sovereign Republics" by the leaders of the union republics at the presidential dacha in Moscow Novo-Ogaryovo on the 23rd.

"What's going on with this?" Ye Laosi asked again quietly. You must know that the content of the draft treaty of the "Union of Soviet Sovereign Republics" has always been within the scope of news control for a period of time, and to put it bluntly, it is something that the relevant parties are not allowed to leak to the outside world.

"Oh, this is what Comrade Vasily greeted," said Vtoriak, raising his head earnestly, "and he sent the whole manuscript, and he repeatedly told him not to make any changes, no, I didn't ask anyone to change it, so the original manuscript was finalized." What's wrong! Boss, is there a problem with this? ”

Ye Laosi did not answer her directly, but patiently, he flipped through the entire manuscript from front to back, and it was not until he read the last article that he sighed, pointed to the military bulletin with a few words on the manuscript, and said: "Vatoriac, you can arrange to replace this military region bulletin with the first edition of the newspaper column." As he spoke, he placed his hand on the header at the top of the manuscript.

"Well, just this location, use red and big letters, try to make it eye-catching." "And," he said, pointing to the manuscript sent by Vasily, turning to the second edition of the manuscript, "to put this on the front page, well, I think it would be better to use the color edition, and try to make tomorrow's newspaper as special as possible, at least to be able to give people a refreshing feeling." ”

"Why?" Ftoriac looked confused, he took the manuscript over, carefully looked at the two messages circled by Ye Laosi, and asked casually, "Sir, is there any important information in these two messages?" ”

"Ask so clearly what to do, now you can do whatever I ask you to do, it's not good for you to know more." Ye Laosi's dark eyes were half-hidden, and he said unpredictably.

"Okay, then I'll arrange it according to what the boss said." Furtoriac was quite intrigued, and when he saw the boss like this, he immediately stopped asking more questions and hurried to do what he asked. Guo Shouyun didn't want to elaborate, so he didn't ask.

"Go, go," Ye Laosi waved his hand and said a little absent-mindedly.

"After all, you can't hide from what you should have come," Ye Laosi sighed heavily and lay down on the sofa.

On the same day, Yakovlev, who was a member of the Politburo of the CPSU Central Committee, secretary of the Central Committee and chief adviser to the President of the USSR, issued a statement in the newspaper Izvestia, quitting the CPSU and warning all sectors of society: the leadership of the CPSU is preparing a coup d'état. Soon this news reached Ye Laosi's hands and attracted his attention.

In this statement, published in the newspaper Izvestia. Yakovlev announced that he would withdraw from the Bolshevik Party with immediate effect and begin preparations for the formation of the "Russian Freedom Party". Speaking of which, during this period of time, the statements of senior officials of the Soviet government announcing their withdrawal from the Bolshevik Party can be described as one after another. Although Yakovlev used to hold a very high position in the party, his resignation statement was not surprising, but now the biggest problem is that this unwilling lonely old man has disclosed a surprising news in addition to announcing his resignation from the party. He declared that the leadership of the Bolshevik Party was preparing a coup d'état, and therefore he hoped that all sectors of society would be vigilant.

As one of the souls of the Bolshevik Party, Yakovlev's warning was clearly credible, and it seemed that a coup d'état was inevitable. Ye Laosi got up, rubbed the red sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, and had to hurry up and prepare to deal with the upcoming political storm.

It was less than six o'clock in the morning of August 19th, just like the previous two days, Ye Laosi got up early in the morning and turned on the TV first, the central station. After washing, just sit down. After a while, the sound of rousing music came from the television, which was familiar to every Soviet person, and it was the national anthem of the Soviet Union, "The Unbreakable Union".

Ye Laosi was eating breakfast leisurely, casually watching the TV screen playing, or a section of Moscow street scenes, and what flashed at this time happened to be the river scenery of the Moscow River.

Suddenly, the TV screen appeared in the news broadcast hall of Moscow CCTV No. 1, perhaps because of the emergency broadcast, the hostess looked a little flustered, she took the press release in her hand, sat in front of the camera in a daze for a few seconds, and then seemed to suddenly return to her soul, opened her mouth to read out the important content of this morning's emergency news.

"Since Comrade Gorbachev was unable to continue to perform his duties as president due to health reasons, it was decided at an emergency meeting of the Central Committee of the Supreme Soviet that Vice President Yanayev would act as president for a period of time to come, as stipulated in Article 127 of the Constitution of our country."

"Poof......" Ye Laosi spit out the milk in his mouth, he quickly picked up the napkin on the table and pursed his lips, "So fast!" He was convinced that there would be a coup d'état in the Soviet Union, but he did not expect it to come so quickly.

What surprised Ye Laosi even more was that Yakovlev had such a clear warning, and the leaders didn't take it to heart at all, and their vigilance was too low! Or is this Gorbachev too confident! In short, he didn't take it seriously at all.

August is the season of the retreat of the heads of the USSR and the West. On August 4, Gorbachev went on vacation at the dacha of the Soviet Supreme Leader in the scenic and pleasant climate of Crimea Foros. (To be continued.) )