The office fell silent, and after a long silence, an inexplicable sense of confrontation arose. Yue Shixing looked at Tan Jing, but Tan Jing didn't look at Yue Shixing. The newspaper was spread out on the table, every letter written in human blood.

Yue Shixing spoke: "If you think you should send it, then I will take the entire newspaper to accompany you to gamble this time." ”

Tan Jing opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. If "Chaosheng Daily" is his own, then there is no need to discuss this issue at all, and the newspaper person should have the heroic mind of "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood". However, he didn't feel sorry for his own life, but he was not qualified to decide the life and death of others, Yue Shixing handed over this burden to him, but he was not qualified to carry it.

"You're the president," he finally chose to escape, "This kind of thing, it's up to you to decide." ”

Yue Shixing suddenly showed a disappointed expression, he folded the page of the newspaper and waved his hand at him: "Go out, since this is everyone's life, then leave it to everyone to make a decision." ”

He was the first to leave the president's office, stood by the window, and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "There is something I want to ask for your opinions. ”

The newspaper was spread, and the colleagues who were joking quieted down, and the people who read it had angry faces, eager to rush to the Japanese military camp to kill now, and they couldn't wait to inquire about it if they hadn't seen it, and they were also furious when they learned the truth. In the office area, the sound of crying and scolding came one after another, Tan Jing stood behind Yue Shixing, and when he saw such a colleague, a warm current surged in his heart.

"Colleagues," Yue Shixing said after a long time, in order to leave enough time for everyone to vent their emotions, "should we publish this manuscript in the daily newspaper?" ”

Someone slapped the table and shouted, "Of course you want to send it!" If this kind of animal atrocity is not made public, what kind of journalist are we called, what are we called uncrowned kings! ”

There was a lot of noise in the office, but not everyone was responding to it. In the end, the current affairs and commentary pages of "Chaosheng Daily" were cut and some of the newspapermen's blood was taken away, but no one can accuse them of anything, surviving in troubled times, this is human ...... Or rather, the nature of all species.

Yue Shixing, like him, noticed those who were deliberately silent, he pressed down with his hands, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said: "If this article is published, everyone in this newspaper will inevitably be invited to tea by the Political Security Bureau or the secret service. ”

"Dissected like those kids?" The young photojournalist slapped the table hard, "Then let them come, come and cut open my body and see what kind of fierce loyalty it contains!" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly climbed onto the table and turned to the people in the newspaper: "Colleagues, we have not gone to the battlefield to expel the criminals, we are already a cut shorter than others; Later, the "Chaosheng Daily" was revised, and in order to save our lives, we abandoned journalistic ethics and became shorter; Now that these atrocities are happening right under our noses, are we going to turn a deaf ear to those who have invaded our land, who have bullied our countrymen, who have mutilated our children? ”

He snatched the newspaper and raised it high: "If you don't send this article, I'll find a way to send it!" ”

These strongly inflammatory speeches made everyone's blood boil, but Tan Jing was still silent and didn't say a word, and so did Yue Shixing. The photojournalist climbed down from the table and found a random piece of paper to write a petition asking the newspaper to translate and publish the article. The journalists he instigated rushed to sign their names, and some were even overzealous and signed their names without asking for their opinions.

In the midst of the noisy noise, Yue Shixing turned to Tan Jing and smiled helplessly: "Look, Tan Vice President." ”

Tan Jing surrendered his eyes to those colleagues who were signing, only to feel a stirring in his chest. But he didn't show anything, and his years of experience in intelligence work made him develop the habit of subconsciously hiding himself at all times, so when Yue Shixing asked him questions, he still held back and didn't say anything.

Yue Shixing continued: "If we don't send it, others will send it, and this manuscript can't be hidden in Binhai." ”

Tan Jing nodded, the world is reprinting this article, how can Binhai be a dust-free place? "Chaosheng Daily" published this article, not to report, but to make a statement.

On the side of Japan, or on the side of Chongqing.

The photojournalist had already collected signatures, and his eyes eagerly handed the petition to Yue Shixing: "President Yue, talk about the president, let's send it, no matter what happens, we will advance and retreat together with the two presidents and the daily newspaper, and live and die together!" ”

"We live and die with the daily newspaper!"

Yue Shixing was silent for a moment when he received the petition, and signed his name with him.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Yue Shixing handed the pen and paper to Tan Jing and said, "President Tan." ”

Tan Jing stared at the piece of paper and hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it.

He was about to put down his pen, but Yue Shixing suddenly stopped: "Don't sign the president." ”

"If something happens to me, you'll be the next president." Yue Shixing took the pen away from his palm and tore up the petition in front of everyone, "Hair!" Make headlines! ”

There were cheers in the office, and the photojournalist came up to hug Yue Shixing with tears in his eyes, and said, "President, if something happens to you, I will go with you, accompany you to Yangguan Road, and accompany you to Nai He Bridge!" ”

Yue Shixing patted him on the back: "No matter if something happens to me, none of you people are allowed to die, no matter who I see below, I will beat him!" ”

This discussion on the press release ends here, everyone goes back to everyone, and starts today's work, but the blood is hard to cool, and when everyone sits down, they are excited, as if they are still reminiscing about the boiling emotions just now.

"I'll translate this manuscript." Yue Shixing took the newspaper in his hand, patted Tan Jing's shoulder, and looked into his eyes, "Cherish Xinjiang, this newspaper ...... I'll leave it to you. ”

Tan Jing's Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly spoke: "Sign my name." ”

Yue Shixing was stunned: "What? ”

"This article was published with my name." Tan Jing said, "I am reckless and impulsive, I can't hold my breath, if the newspaper is handed over to me, sooner or later it will be finished, the president should not count on me, or do it himself." ”

He did not take the initiative to ask Ying to translate the article, firstly, because his English level was not good, and he was afraid that the translation would not be able to achieve the essence; Second, he couldn't bear to read the contents of the newspaper a second time.

"I would call the printer and ask them to check the authorship of this article before it went to print." Tan Jing took a step back, bowed to him, and said, "Thank you for your appreciation." ”

Yue Shixing's eyes welled up with tears, he squeezed Tan Jing's shoulder hard, didn't say anything, only let out a long sigh, and turned back to the office.

Tan Jing didn't go back, but prepared to go out, because Qi Chuan Shun would definitely call him over for a meeting. The suitcase that was transported to Manchuria was stuffed with documents from the Primorsky Consulate, and for such a big thing, Sukawa Shun would definitely be held accountable by the Japanese military department.

Before he went out, he glanced at his colleagues in the office area again, some of them were emotionally uneasy, holding the pen for a long time and not writing; Someone was making phone calls to his colleagues in the press, angrily spreading the news. There was another person, Tan Jing saw his face from everyone, that face was full of uneasiness, and when others were not paying attention, he secretly collected the fragments of the petition that Yue Shixing tore apart, carefully found the fragments of his name from it, put them in the ashtray and burned them.

Tan Jing's heart moved, walked to his desk, and stretched out his hand to him: "Give it to me." ”

The man was stunned for a moment: "What? ”

"Petition," Tan Jing repeated, "give it to me." ”

The man handed over the remaining fragments, and Tan Jing took the ashtray on his desk, struck matches in front of him, and burned them all.

"It's all colleagues, since you burned your own, why don't you burn the others by the way?" As he spoke, he poured the burnt ash out of the ashtray and rushed into it by the sink.

But in the end, he didn't wait for Qi Chuan's call, but waited for Lu Peiming, who was furious. When he saw Lu Peiming, Tan Jing couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, the military commander and the central command investigated the same thing at the same time, and the results achieved by the military commander were obviously greater than the painless information of the central command.

He stood there with a smile on his face, guessing that Lu Peiming must have seen the newspaper, but Lu Peiming didn't say anything, he raised his intact left arm, suddenly aimed at Tan Jing's face, and slapped it hard.