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 European saying "ScratchaRusvianandfndaTdtar", which means to peel back a Russian and 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. Defense of Soviet People's Power, Union for the Defense of the Republic.

"Oh, this is what the press office of the Far Eastern Military District just sent this morning." Vatoriac had a good memory, and 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 through 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 by the army. Events 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 don't think it's important news, so there's no need to be too prominent. So I put it around this corner. ”

"Not big news!" Ye Laosi glanced at him lightly, and his eyebrows were still deep and unfathomable. Secretly shook his head. "O Vtoriac! There is no political acumen, and there is no tempering. This time, I'm afraid he has lost his eyes, 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, the members of the Bolshevik Party to strengthen their unity, the Union for the Defense of the Soviet People's Power and the Republic, such a slogan, if it had been placed a year ago, it would have been nothing to make a fuss about, but if it had been placed in today's environment, it would be very problematic, and it is a big problem. ”

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

Ye Laosi 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 statement would not be surprising, but now the biggest problem is that in addition to announcing it, this lonely old man also disclosed a shocking news. 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......) (To be continued......)