"Your Excellency, in short, in recent times, the number of relevant articles in the newspaper has increased, the content of opinions has increased, and the number of participants has increased, which we cannot fully cover with our current manpower."

"Can you just keep an eye on some of the key newspapers?" Sakurai asked

"I'm afraid not, like the few tabloids just now, because of the public scolding of the Tianjin stock market, which has led to a rapid increase in the number of its circulation, it has become the kind of medium-sized tabloid, and it has to be taken seriously. At the same time, taking into account the habit of the people of China who have always liked to read lively newspapers, we must bring these newspapers under control. Otherwise, you will not be able to get a correct market sentiment feedback. ”

"Well, you have done a good job, it is impossible to add people at present, and you can only rely on your efforts." After saying that, Sakurai actually bowed to them.

The intelligence class was full of the sound of desks and chairs colliding for a while, and everyone stood up to salute him in return, and the rear admiral's bow was unbearable, and he couldn't afford it.

"I'll send a copy of all the newspapers I collected today to my office."

"Hai"

Sakurai left the intelligence section and returned to the office, and after a round of inspections, his irritable mood did not improve in the slightest, but became more and more irritating, and the chaos of Shencheng newspaper was far greater than he expected. At this moment, I can't help but feel nostalgic for the tightly controlled press and publishing industry in Tokyo. In order to maintain the apparent freedom of speech and to confuse the British and American ghosts, it is not difficult to run a newspaper in Tokyo, it is nothing more than to pay some money and wait for the bureaucracy to go through the procedure. Although the personnel of the government's news control agency issued various supervision orders from time to time, they even personally sent people to the editorial office of major newspapers to review the news of the day. But in general, the pressure from the government level is nothing more than some conventions, and it is various social groups that are really causing trouble, such as the "Seven Lives Newspaper Congress", "The Emperor's Youth Army", "Xingya Traiban Society", and so on.

There are signs of social groups, and anyone with a discerning eye knows which hand is operating behind it, or the navy, or the army, and even the Black Dragon Society and the Tongwen Academy also have their own societies under their control.

Usually quietly, if the newspaper does not open its eyes to publish content that makes these groups uncomfortable, as soon as the newspaper is sold in the morning, a large number of members of the society will inexplicably gather at the entrance of the newspaper office in the afternoon, pulling banners and slogans such as "Respect the Emperor for Adultery," "Heaven Punishes the Thief," and "The Emperor Will Not Commit Crimes," and demand that the newspaper office go down to the reporter who wrote the article and the editor-in-chief to apologize. Or the typesetting room was destroyed, the expensive lead was poured into Tokyo Bay, or the glass window of the editorial office was smashed by the sudden flying bricks.

As for reporters, editors, and letters from bullets, blades, and home addresses are too numerous to mention. In such a situation of unregulated regulation, the press in Tokyo is the perfect briefing.

When he first arrived in Shencheng, Sakurai compared the press in Shencheng with that in Tokyo, and wrote a report to China that "because of the weakness and incompetence of the Nanking government and the fact that it was too ideologically confused by the British and Americans, the newspaper industry in Shencheng was in chaos, and the government had neither strong intervention nor supervision by social groups." It is very convenient to get the information we want from various newspapers, whether it is the itinerary of an important official or the movement of the army. The former may be revealed through some peachy news, while the latter can be known from social news. Not only can we get information, but we can also use this chaotic newspaper industry to make our voices heard and guide the mood of the people in China when necessary. ”

Sakurai saw a pool of muddy water in his eyes, and the muddy water could be fished. It's just that at the moment, this muddy water seems to be evolving into a bottomless whirlpool, knowing that the center of the whirlpool is calm and has what it wants, but the turbulent and irregular water flow on the periphery is enough to bring everyone who tries to get close to the center into the bottom.

If Qian Dingzhang smashed next to Sakurai, he might go up and pat him on the shoulder, "Brother, don't be sad, this Cao Xingjian is not good enough to cross over." To Oriental devils like you, we're cheaters. My formula is quite reasonable, Cao Xingjian's set of things is useless even if Hugh Hefner comes to help you. His way of playing, to a certain extent, is too much ahead of the times. Just as elegance always grows out of vulgarity, strong control will never produce powerful media people and media warfighters, so accept your fate with peace of mind" (Hugh Hefner, founder of Playboy magazine, has made many achievements in the media communication industry). ）

At this moment, in a specially designed soundproof office of "Jing Bao", Cao Xingjian was in high spirits and faced the three telephones at the same time, only to see him holding the phone between his head and left shoulder, and holding a red fountain pen in his right hand to cruelly smear and ruthlessly delete a manuscript. There are also two other telephone receivers next to the manuscript. Cao Xingjian yelled from time to time, "Listen, I don't care about any trouble, you write according to what I say, and nail this hero to death." Don't ask me why, don't you want sales, do you want exposure, I'll give it to you, your hands are shaking and counting money these days. I tell you, don't be afraid, just roll up your sleeves and do it. What do you say this guy is going to sue you? Okay, according to the principle of jurisdiction, he has to come to Shencheng to file a lawsuit, do you think he dares to come, it's just three scares. I'll carry it for you, by the way, just add a title "Intimidation is never a fight, and neither is the sleeping female reader". Damn, Lao Tzu is a celebrity peachy news, cats and dogs are all here to say hello, this time it's a good deal. I'm going to hang up first, I'm going to revise the draft. ”

"Jingle bell" Another phone rang, Cao Xingjian grabbed the receiver impatiently, "Hey? Advertisement, Lao Wang, don't worry, when did I treat your advertising money as an orange peel, the two newspapers I voted for this time are small, but you are about to catch up with half of the circulation of these issues, but the advertising cost is only a quarter of that of "Jing Bao". Moreover, this newspaper has been speculating on women everywhere recently, and your "Spring Festival Short" pill is just the right way. Okay, okay, don't shout, tomorrow, tomorrow, I asked people to add a sentence to the news: "Our reporter once pretended to be a waiter to enter the scene of the opening of the Liuguo Hotel, and found a number of smudged toilet paper, a number of short packaging boxes for the Spring Festival, and a Mr. Jiao." That's it. After saying that, he hung up the receiver to the telephone fiercely, and under the violent movement was the energy that began to burst from his restless heart.

There was a knock on the door.

Cao Xingjian frowned, "There's no one inside!" Cao Xingjian was dead by four o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Hearing the knock on the door stop, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Stimulation, it's called news these days." The pen in his hand kept stopping, and the title of the manuscript he revised was "Someone Beat the Eggs, How to Speculate in Stocks".

When he raised his head, he saw that Brother Yang, Yang Fanong standing in front of him.

"Get out, get out, I'm busy. Are you pleading for someone else to retract the manuscript? “

Yang Fanong didn't take the stubble, he just pulled the manuscript from Cao Xingjian's hand, and at a glance, his face was full of black lines, "Old Cao, you are a dead hand, this manuscript will not die if it goes out?" ”