Three days later, the inaugural issue of "Current Affairs Weekly" was published and printed as scheduled. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Early in the morning, Feng Chen had just come to the editorial office, Hu Mei was holding a copy of "Current Affairs Weekly" that exuded the scent of ink, handed it to Feng Chen with a smile and said, "President Feng, please take a look." ”

"I'm relieved to have you in check!" As Feng Chen spoke, he took the "Current Affairs Weekly" and looked at it casually.

"Very good, find out the address of the Executive Yuan of the Nanjing National Government, ask Tie Min to go to the post office, and mail two copies to Huang Jun, the confidential secretary of the Executive Yuan." Feng Chen commanded.

"Do you really want to mail it?" Hu Mei asked.

"Really mail, mail it today, he can see it tomorrow morning, if it goes well, he will send someone tomorrow afternoon to buy the rest of the magazine, you and Tiemin will wait to collect the money in the editorial office." Feng Chen said proudly.

"Is there a mail from Dai Li, the Renaissance Society?" Hu Mei then asked.

"Dai Li, let's hold off for a few days." Feng Chen said.

"Why?" Hu Mei looked suspicious.

"Let's take a look at Huang Jun's reaction first, let's call it a serial set." Feng Chen said.

"Hehe, Feng Dacai, you are too yin." Hu Mei smiled slightly.

"Hehe, for this kind of national scum, even if they are worthy of them, when the opportunity comes, I plan to jump on them with one shot, but before killing them, it's good to make some money." Feng Chen said with a wicked smile.

"Okay, listen to you, Tiemin and I will wait to collect the money tomorrow afternoon."

Hu Mei searched for the address of the Executive Yuan of the Nationalist Government on her desk, took out two magazines, put them in a large brown leather envelope with the address of "Current Affairs Weekly" printed with oil, and handed them to Wang Tiemin.

"Tie Min, bring ten more copies and give them to the owner of Jinjiang Sichuan Restaurant for free, you tell her that someone will pay a high price for these magazines in two days, and as for how much one will sell, she has the final say."

Feng Chen suddenly had an idea, and wanted to use this way to fund Donglan Jun.

"President Feng, what about the rest?" Hu Mei's title to Feng Chen is always changing, one moment is a talent, another is the president, and another is a gentleman.

"The rest will be put in the editorial office first, waiting for Huang Jun's people to pull it away." Feng Chen said.

……

The next day, in the Executive Yuan of the Nanjing National Government, Huang Jun, the confidential secretary, walked out of the secretary-general's office with squinted eyes and a smile.

"It's so enjoyable, Oriental women just serve men." Huang Jun cursed in his heart.

This is a talented and virtuous person!

The ancients said that those who have both ability and political integrity are called saints, those who are virtuous and talentless are called gentlemen, those who are virtuous and talentless are called mediocre people, and those who are virtuous and talented are called villains.

This Huang Jun is a standard villain.

As the saying goes, there are virtues and talents that are exceptionally reused, virtues and talents are cultivated and used, there are no virtues and talents are restricted in hiring, and talents are resolutely not used.

But Wang Jingwei actually put a talented and immoral person who could not be used in such an important position in the Executive Yuan, and it was no wonder that he did not cause some big disasters!

When he came to the office, Huang Jun poured a cup of Dahongpao tea, sat comfortably on the chair of the desk, squinted his eyes, held the cup, and gently sniffed the tea in front of his nose.

"Report to Secretary Huang, here is your email from Shanghai." Huang Jun was savoring the aroma of tea when the staff in the mailroom came in with a large envelope.

"Well, put it on your desk." Huang Jun opened his eyes slightly and pointed to the desk.

Waiting for the mailroom staff to go out, Huang Jun put down the cup and reached for the large envelope on the desk.

"Huh? The Executive Yuan did not subscribe to this magazine, so who wanted to sell their publication to themselves? This time, I must slaughter them well, and it costs too much money to associate with that Oriental girl! ”

Huang Jun also thought that who sent the "Current Affairs Weekly" to sell him subscriptions, and the matter of the Executive Yuan happened to be under his management, and he did not make a lot of money on the subscription of newspapers and magazines every year.

Dreaming, Huang Jun smiled and slowly opened the big envelope, took out the magazine and turned the page, and what caught his eye was the message of the inaugural issue of "Current Affairs Weekly" on the title page.

"Mom, I'm really looking for Lao Tzu to sell subscriptions! These little magazines, small newspapers are really everywhere. Huang Jun scolded in his heart.

Then I flipped down a page, and the title attracted Huang Jun.

"Absolutely Exclusive Revelations: Senior Officials of the Executive Yuan Pull the Soul of Paramount

Huang Jun sat up straight, read this vernacular article seriously, and looked at it, his forehead began to sweat, and his face became pale.

"Mom, who can't get by with Lao Tzu?" Huang Jun muttered in his heart.

After reading the whole article, Huang Jun's face was bloodless, and he was like two people with the red light just now.

Weakly dropping the "Current Affairs Weekly" in his hand, Huang Jun thought about countermeasures in his mind.

"Blackmail! Absolute blackmail! Blackmail! Huang Jun thought to himself.

Thinking about it, Huang Jun looked at the address on the back of the "Current Affairs Weekly" again: the third floor of the Zhonghui Bank Building on Aidoya Road, the French Concession in Shanghai.

If you look at the circulation again, the first release: 2,000 copies.

"Mom, such a small magazine still dares to blackmail Lao Tzu?! Let's break ground on Tai Sui's head! Huang Jun gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

Picking up the cup of big red robe and taking a sip slowly, Huang Jun's heart gradually regained his calm, gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he reached out to pick up the phone on the desk.

……

During work hours in the afternoon, on the third floor of the Zhonghui Bank Building on Aidoya Road in the French Concession of Shanghai, in the editorial office of "Current Affairs Weekly", Feng Chen, Hu Mei, and Wang Tiemin were sitting and chatting.

"President, it's time for the magazine subscribers to arrive." Hu Mei teased Feng Chen.

"Don't worry, wait, maybe people bring a lot of money, it's too heavy, and they go slowly." Feng Chen joked.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the door to the editorial office was violently kicked open.

The sound frightened Hu Mei screamed, grabbed Feng Chen's arm, and hid behind him, but Wang Tiemin really reacted quickly, quickly pulled out the shell gun on his body, and rushed in front of Feng Chen and Hu Mei with an arrow step.

After the sound, four big men in black burst in, armed with Browning pistols.

"drop, who's the president?!" A big man at the head of the group broke in and cursed.

As soon as the big man's scolding fell, Wang Tiemin's cold barge gun barrel was already staring at his temple, and the three big men who followed closely behind him immediately froze there, not knowing what to do.

"Scold me again, and I'll jump on you immediately!" Unexpectedly, Wang Tiemin, who is usually honest, was calm in the face of danger, played sideways, stared at his eyes, and was really able to calm the scene.

"What do you do? I am the president, who gave you such the audacity to attack my editorial office with guns in broad daylight in the concession?! ”

Feng Chen took the opportunity to step forward, handed over the pistol of the big man in the lead, and played with it in his hand.

"Today, I won't embarrass you, you go back and tell the person who entrusted you, this magazine, Mr. Du Yuesheng Du, Mr. Wang Xinheng and Mr. Shen Zui of the Fuxing Society, they are all shareholders."

Feng Chen walked in the editorial department and said slowly.

"Oh, by the way, hurry back and tell your master, tomorrow I am going to mail two inaugural issues to Chief Dai Lidai of the Fuxing Society, and the day after tomorrow, the 2,000 copies here will be released publicly."

Feng Chen used a Browning pistol to point at the 2,000 copies of "Current Affairs Weekly" stacked in the corner of the editorial office, and his deep voice revealed a terrifying threat.

"If the four of you are not convinced, I will call immediately and have someone come over to collect the bodies of the four of you!" Feng Chen raised his voice and said.

"Uncle, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! The little ones don't know Mount Tai with their eyes, and their eyes call the dog to eat! The big man at the head softened, nodded and apologized to Feng Chen.

"Tiemin, let them go, let them go!" Feng Chen commanded.

"Remember, there is still money for the damaged door, I will let the person who entrusted you bring it together, in addition, we also gave 10 copies of this issue to the owner of the Jinjiang Sichuan restaurant, if you want to buy it, 500 oceans a copy, no bargaining."

The big man at the head timidly took the pistol handed over by Feng Chen, and was just about to go out in a gloomy manner, when Feng Chen gave them two more conditions, the door of the editorial department could not be broken by them in vain.