Chaosheng Daily is now panicking, but it has not affected the normal publication of the newspaper. His new address was notified to the newspaper office, and every night a sample was brought to his home for his signature, and when he had signed it, he took it to the printing office.

The masthead of the "Chaosheng Daily" has not been changed, the new masthead is written by a famous Japanese calligrapher, and the old gentleman is now in Japan, and after the new masthead is delivered, the renaming ceremony of the "Gongrong Newsletter" and the inauguration ceremony of the Sino-Japanese Co-prosperity Association will be held on the same day. The Binnan Evening News Agency, which lost its president, merged with the Gongrong News Agency in accordance with the order of the consulate, and all the personnel moved into the office of the news agency, and the vacated Binnan News Agency happened to be the office location of the China-Japan Co-Prosperity Association.

His absence did not stop the pace of the establishment of the two new units, and a group of reporters from Chaosheng Daily resigned, some went to other newspapers to find another way out, and some were not worried about their own lives, so they left Binhai immediately after resigning. With the dispersion of this group of people, a rumor quietly spread in Binhai - the dead Yue Shixing was actually an anti-journalist, and the so-called neutral reporter Tan Jing was really a lackey of the Japanese!

This rumor came out of nowhere, and then spread through the streets and alleys of the sea. Zhizi would bring him the news he had heard in the vegetable market, but the kindness of the peasant woman made her deliberately hide the message, so Tan Jing knew nothing about it. After cultivating seventy-seven-eighty-eight, I went to the newspaper office. When something like this happens in the society, he can't be a turtle with a shrunken head all the time.

Zhizi went out with him, in order to take care of his injuries, since he moved to a new house, Zhizi lived in the second bedroom, which was originally the bedroom of Yue Shixing's daughter.

Tan Jing did not ask about the whereabouts of Mrs. Yue and Miss Yue, and perhaps these two people were also made up by Miangu Jinfu. His wife was Japanese, as Sushikawa had already told him that in order to forge a perfect identity, Yoshio Mitani was perfectly capable of hiring someone to pretend to be his wife and daughter, or deceiving a woman with clever words to fake the real thing.

He called a rickshaw to the newspaper office, took Zhizi to the vegetable market, and agreed on a time to pick her up. The people of the two newspapers were already co-located, so when Tan Jing walked into the newspaper office, most of the faces he could see were unfamiliar.

"It's all gone......" he muttered to himself as he looked at each face.

"Talk about the president." An old man from the Chaosheng Daily called him an official, and his face was as cold as ice.

Tan Jingcheng nodded in fear and responded earnestly: "Editor Sun." ”

"How's your body doing?" Editor Sun said that this was just a polite remark used to make an opening statement, and he didn't really care about his health.

But Tan Jing replied very seriously and carefully, so serious that Editor Sun frowned impatiently and interrupted: "I have something to say to the president, let's go to your office to talk." ”

She opened the office where Tan Jing was the vice president, and walked in first. Tan Jing followed, his head down, looking like an elementary school student who had made a mistake and had been called into the office.

Editor Sun stood in front of the desk, she didn't sit down, Tan Jing didn't dare to sit, she stood by the door stiffly, or Editor Sun pointed to the chair behind the desk and said: "What are you doing in a daze?" Sit down. ”

Tan Jing walked over slowly, leaning on the armrest of his chair and sitting down.

Editor Sun looked at his description and suddenly sneered: "It seems that it is all true." ”

Tan Jing looked at him blankly: "What? ”

"Your relationship with the Japanese." Sun editor, "The so-called neutral reporters, the so-called 'last person in Binhai to speak up', are all fake, right? ”

Tan Jing was silent, it was all fake, but he couldn't admit it.

"Speak, so far, do you still think that silence can cover everything?"

The answer to her was still silence, silence, silence, silence exhausted Editor Sun's patience, she slapped the table on the table, and forced Tan Jing to look at the competition with a very oppressive action: "The whole Binhai knows, what else do you want to hide?" Or do you still want to be a bitch, and you still want to set up a torii? ”

This is not what a lady should say, it can be seen that she is really forced to be anxious.

"Speak! Give me an answer! I stayed at the newspaper office to this day just to listen to your own answer! Editor Sun slapped the table, his voice dyed with a subtle cry.

The crying made Tan Jing suffocate, and he thought to himself, even if she was angry and slapped me, it would be better than now.

"Don't let me look down on you, let's talk." She called him by name, her eyes filled with tears, her anger was gone, and she was left with pleading, "Answer me, vice president, are you a lackey of the Japanese?" Have you been working with them a long time ago? You killed President Yue, didn't you? ”

"President Yue is indeed a spy of the secret service," Tan Jing finally spoke, "His real name is Shino Miantani, and he personally admitted it, and promised to give me a Japanese identity and let me help him hide it." ”

"Oh my God." Editor Sun let out a desperate sigh, "Chaosheng Daily, Chaosheng Daily!" The president is a spy of the secret service, and the vice president is a lackey of the consulate, Chaosheng Daily! ”

She stepped back with tears streaming down her face, her hand on the table withdrawn, followed by a series of hurried footsteps. Tan Jing didn't dare to look at her, only to hear her blow to the door like a whirlwind, pull the door open suddenly, and suddenly stop moving.

"What about you?" She spoke again, "Who are you?" Are you talking about competition, or talking about the president of Gongrong News Agency? ”

She already knew the answer, but she insisted on listening to it from him again.

Tan Jing raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the sign on the door. The consulate changed the furnishings in a thunderous move, perhaps hoping to stuff some small things into it that would be good for surveillance. Editor Sun looked up in the direction of his finger, and the woodcut door plate clearly read: Vice President of Gongrong News Agency.

"Okay, okay......" Editor Sun nodded while laughing miserably, his body withdrew from the door, but the hand that slammed the door paused, "I am a member of Chaosheng Daily, since Chaosheng Daily does not exist, then there is no need for me to stay here, I resign and talk about the president." ”

The last three words literally popped out of the back molars through gritted teeth, and the slamming sound that followed was like a gunshot, deafening. Fortunately, she is a woman, Tan Jing thought to herself, otherwise it should have been a real gunshot.

There was a sound of falling objects outside the door, not just the movement of one person, but a silence after a series of footsteps. Tan Jing slumped in his chair and didn't dare to go out, presumably the old people of the original Chaosheng Daily had all been cleaned.

It's good to walk clean. Tan Jing slowed down for a while before he pulled himself out of his chair with difficulty. This is a clear idea, others don't know, but I know.

He packed up, opened the office door, and walked out.

The unfamiliar faces stood up one after another, the tables and chairs were in a different position than before, and the newly replaced furniture completely erased the original pattern. Tan Jing nodded to them and said lightly: "Introduce yourself." ”

"Binnan Evening News" was originally a pro-Japanese media, but it was not a pro-Japanese media controlled by the Japanese, but a spontaneous act of the president, but this act did not buy him anything in the end, but paid for a life that was spurned by others.

Not everyone left him, and in one self-introduction after another, there were also names that were once familiar, and these names often corresponded to a familiar face, Tan Jing smiled at those who stayed, and after everyone had introduced himself, he nodded casually and said a few words.

He was responded to by a variety of expressions, flattering, flattering, and trying to hide their contempt, but there was a pair of indifferent eyes in these expressions, faith was dead, and everyone was just stealing their lives.

Tan Jing walked through his desk and the standing crowd to leave, he had thought of his words to face the old people of the newspaper, thinking that he was ready to be blamed, but only Editor Sun blamed him, and everyone else left.

The rickshaw that brought him was still downstairs, and Tan Jing sat on it and pulled the carport up tightly. Editor Sun's departure made him uncomfortable and painful, but it also made him breathe a sigh of relief, this heart, he remembered the word again, and repeated it over and over again, this heart is clear, this heart is clear, sometimes it takes more courage to live in humiliation than to die angrily.

He waited for the branch at the agreed place, and the Japanese woman now dressed no different from ordinary Chinese women, and even learned to speak the coastal dialect. She was carrying a straw basket full of vegetables, and a twitching sea bass on the top. Soup or steaming? ”

Tan Jing took the basket from her hand and tried to respond to her smile: "It's okay." ”

"You can steam and make soup, this is a live fish, no matter how you do it, it is very fresh, and it can freshen your eyebrows!" Lo and behold, even the Chinese proverbs have been learned.

He hid in his tent again, and the bustling noise of the vegetable market gave him a headache and a pain in his wound. "Let's go back." He muttered, frowning tightly in discomfort.

Zhizi observed his face and asked nervously, "Is the wound painful?" ”

Tan Jing closed his eyes and nodded, feeling that he had lost even the strength to speak. Zhizi struggled to get up in the carriage, trying to check the wound on his neck, and at the same time as she got up, the sound of a gun being loaded suddenly came into his ear, and the noise of the whole vegetable market could not cover this crisp sound, he opened his eyes suddenly, and heard an angry shout: "Talk about competition!" You traitor! ”

The gunfire was deafening, louder than the screams of the woman, and the slender body of the branch slammed into his arms, blood spraying his face. The coachman who pulled the cart had disappeared, and the screams and roars were chaotic, like an isolated island cut off by the sea, Tan Jing hugged Zhizi's body, tried to cover her wounds, and got out of the car: "Zhizi, Zhizi!" Open your eyes and look at me, we'll be to the hospital right away! ”

The second gunshot hit, the bullet hit the compartment of the rickshaw, Tan Jing heard a man's roar, it was the vanished driver, it turned out that he did not run away, but hid under the car, at this moment saw that the vehicle was damaged, had come out of the car, fell on the carriage whole, spread his limbs, and blocked the car with his body: "Kill me, you kill me!" Don't hit my car! ”

Tan Jing gasped and stretched out a free hand to pull him: "Follow me!" ”

"Fuck off, bastard!" The coachman's eyes were blood-red and he glared at him viciously, "They beat you, but they broke my car!" He roared angrily, trying to push his car away from Tan Jing, as if he was the body of bad luck and that everyone who was with him would be unlucky.