Look at "China in 1914, in the eyes of foreigners, it really didn't look like a real home. In the southwest of the country, a large number of separatist forces and revolutionary forces were watching the chair in the Beijing government. Although Yuan Shikai had The position of the president has been recognized, but a large-scale civil war seems likely to break out at any time. In the north of this country, faced with the God-given opportunity of the European powers to withdraw from China in World War I, the evil neighbors in the East are pressing forward step by step, trying to annex This country. But with the firing of the Qingdao Fort on August 27, 1914, this country that did not look like a country seemed to be enchanted. The warlords obeyed the central government, and the opposition parties who had been exiled abroad expressed their submission to the government. Since 1911 Since the Revolution of 1911, the Chinese government has received widespread support for the first time. However, despite this, Yuan Shikai is still only a president to a certain extent. There is still no leader in Chinese politics who has been recognized by the military, political circles, and civilians. However, he can I imagine that in the near future, maybe such a figure will be born in China. As far as I can see, in China"
"Illustrated" Ludowic = Nordo
? **Baochang Road in the French Concession, a group of three foreigners walked along the street and there was an "Oriental Cafe" about halfway down the street. The luxurious name of the cafe was very inconsistent with the interior decoration. The three of them entered one after another. It was half past nine in the morning, the time when the cafe is the emptiest every day.
They sat down at a small table in the corner. Bobby ordered three cups of coffee and said.
"It seems that everyone went to the airport today?"
"We are all waiting for Mr. Li Zicheng's arrival."
Moydoyle said with a smile.
At this time, the waitress came over and lazily placed three cups of warm coffee in front of them.
"When you were in Wuhan, you interviewed Li Zicheng. What do you think of that person?"
Bobby looked towards Ludovic Noldot. The three of them were also journalists, and among the three, the most senior one was Ludovic Noldot. Noldot was a French expert on Japan and Russia. He served from 1904 to He reported on the Russo-Japanese War in 1QC5 and wrote books such as "Modern Japan". He writes for many French media, including "Illustrated", and his views sometimes influence French politics.
During last year¡¯s Jiao¡¯ao Incident, Nodo pointed out at the beginning of his article: No matter who judges the Sino-Japanese conflict, if they are based on past historical viewpoints, they will conclude that Japan won. China lacks the power to unify several provinces and is only interested in profit, and the country's military is weak. At first glance, it is indeed impossible to fight against the Japanese army. "But," he changed his pen, "things are changing." Next, Nodo recounted several stories that the British brought back after traveling in China for several months: When they traveled to Guangxi, a remote province near Indochina, they met two local warlords in a small town without railway access. Six months ago, both men participated in the "second revolution" against the Beijing government. But now when they talk to the British, they say that a country that has been invaded is not qualified to bargain and must resist the Japanese at all costs.
"A year and a half ago, China faced the threat of a large-scale civil war that could break out at any time, but now, several traveling British people feel that the country in front of them is more united than ever before in history. For the first time, people We find that public opinion is gathering in China." This is the impression that war-torn China gave the West nearly two months after the "Jiao-ao Incident." Things developed just as Nordo expected. Things developed beyond his imagination. The team won the conflict. Although many problems were exposed during the process, they saw a united China.
¡°I hardly know where to begin,¡±
After thinking for a moment, Noldo began to say,
"Even compared to Westerners, this man looks very tall. His height is about 1 meter. If he arrives in Paris, there will be many women who will be crazy about him. Whether it is for Easterners or Westerners, he They are all very handsome,"
As a Frenchman, Nordeau first "introduced" Mr. Li to his two colleagues from other aspects. At this time, his conversation changed and his expression became serious.
"But what impressed me most was that his eyes, which few people have, were not only piercing, but also like burning fireballs, and when he was speaking, he would have a kind of Instinct power: Once a fire is ignited in his heart, he can bring this flame to the hearts of the audience, making them cry with him, get excited, and burn with him. This talent is very rare and only appears in extremely rare cases. In the case of a small number of people, these people historically tend to become revolutionaries or demagogues"
Several speeches he heard in Wuchang came to mind, and Nuoduo stopped talking. He was sitting facing Shen, leaning forward, staring at something.
¡°To be honest, it¡¯s really hard to believe.¡±"What do you believe?"
Moydoyle and Bobby asked together.
¡°I believe that such a person will be a Chinese politician.
Nuoduo whispered with some pity.
"If in any other country, he could conquer many people just by his speech, and he would become a truly outstanding politician there!"
"So, you don't believe that he can dominate this country in the future?"
Moydoyle and Bobby looked at each other. If they remembered correctly, Noldo had stated many times before that Li Zicheng was the best choice to serve as China's prime minister.
¡°It is undeniable that he is the best candidate to serve as China¡¯s Prime Minister!¡±
When confirming, Nuoduo's voice suddenly trembled.
"But! The best candidate does not mean the most suitable for China. You must know that there are many dangerous elements in China, and these dangerous elements are so dangerous that people are afraid.
"You mean, he might be assassinated like Song Jiaoren?"
Bobby was sensitively aware of the meaning behind Noldo's words.
"If Song Jiaoren was born in the United States,"
Moydoyle said seriously.
"Maybe he will become an excellent politician. At this point, he is the same as Li Zicheng."
"Forget it, there's nothing we can do at this time."
Bobby said casually,
"Go on and tell us what kind of person this is. At least, we have the ability to let people in the UK and the United States know that there is an outstanding politician in China."
But Nuoduo quietly picked up the coffee cup, then he looked out the window and said.
"He is a very complicated person and very emotional. However, as long as you meet him, you will definitely become his friend, because he is a very frank person. Among politicians, this kind of character is the best." But it¡¯s extremely rare!¡±
Having said that, he looked at his colleagues. Since the "Jiao-ao Incident", the Western media's coverage of the situation in China has become more timely and intensive. The same is true now, especially the British and French media, which have been operating in China for the longest time. , it can be said that the interests are at stake, and reports are sent back to domestic readers as soon as possible almost every week. For Chinese people, reports from Western media can often influence many people.
"This shows that it is difficult for him to become an excellent politician!"
Bobby said with certainty that his experience as a reporter in the UK made him very familiar with the character of those politicians. A frank person will never become an outstanding politician.
"No!"
Moydoyle shook his head, and then said seriously.
"It can only be said that hypocrites dominate politics, but this does not realize that honest people cannot become politicians. If such a person becomes the prime minister of China, I think it must be China's luck!"
When the two were about to debate, Nuoduo took out a banknote from his wallet, pressed it under the coffee cup, then stood up and said.
"Okay, my friends, now, I think more importantly, we should report the arrival of Mr. Li Zicheng. Maybe the airport speech will let you know about this person!"
After the plane landed, Wang Yuecai, like others, joined the welcoming crowd. For young people, the Huaihai Economic Envoy can be said to be their idol in life. He made this country experience for the first time the great powers' respect for its citizens. The first experience of dignity was enough for them to regard it as an accident.
Among the welcoming crowd, many are young people. Although they are more or less influenced by the ideas of the Revolutionary Party, it does not prevent them from welcoming the arrival of the Huaihai Economic Envoy who "defeated Japan". Surrounded by the enthusiastic welcoming crowd, Wang Yuecai couldn't help but be infected by the warm atmosphere for a moment. He also began to shout slogans loudly with the people around him and wave his not-so-strong arms.
Those slogans seemed to be issued by the welcomers, but in fact, the slogans were told to these young students through posters and newspapers in the past few days. They almost subconsciously accepted those slogans without paying attention. To a certain extent, this slogan turned them into supporters of the National Socialist Party.
¡°The psychology of blind obedience is when individuals succumb to the pressure of public opinion, blindly tend to the expectations of others in terms of understanding and behavior, give up their own opinions, and change their original mentality.¡±
In Song Shijie¡¯s mind in the distance, the mentality of the blind crowd mentioned by the manager during the class at Lianyun Commercial School came to mind. And this is exactly what these people are showing now, and this should be??A kind of "blind obedience" in political agitation takes advantage of people's blind obedience to influence their personal psychology. When they are welcomed here, it is actually the blind obedience of individuals to the group in this special environment.
"This is propaganda!"
Suddenly, a consciousness arose in Song Shijie's mind. If before the envoy's visit to Guangzhou, he had only a vague awareness of propaganda, then now he is keenly aware that perhaps the essence of propaganda is to exploit the blindness of the people. Once the people follow the herd, political work will be unfavorable.
As a member of the National Socialist Party, Song Shijie felt an unprecedented sense of mission in his heart.
Just when such an idea suddenly popped up in Song Shijie's mind, just when he and the others were cheering enthusiastically, he accidentally saw the photographer with the camera in his peripheral vision. The photographer stood on the inside of the crowd, seemingly focused on the camera, but it gave people a strange illusion. His eyes were still staring at the manager who had just gotten off the plane, and he even saw a kind of emotion in his eyes. The admirable perseverance and indifferent eyes are definitely not the eyes of a photographer.
Although he was not the object of the other person's gaze, Song Shijie still felt his heart. The moment he looked at the other person, he was stunned by the determined and indifferent eyes, and even his body suddenly became stiff.
"Assassinthat guy is an assassin!"
Song Shijie¡¯s mind came up with this word that made him feel creepy. The photographer's eyes confirmed his thoughts. That was not the look that should appear here. It was the look of a soldier looking at his enemy.
"AssassinAssassin"
Song Shijie was completely frightened by his discovery. At this moment, he only felt that his body began to tremble involuntarily. He wanted to call the police loudly, but he found that his throat seemed to be choked by something. .
The crowd at the airport was still cheering, and everyone focused their attention on His Excellency the Manager, who was walking slowly. And Song Shijie stood blankly in the crowd. He knew that he had to call the police immediately, but his body seemed to have lost control. He couldn't even shout a word, and could only watch the assassin slowly stretch out his hand. In the shoulder bag at the waist.
"He, he wants to pull out a gun. There must be a pistol there."
Song Shijie looked at the hand slowly withdrawing from his arms in fear, and at this moment, his eyes met the assassin face to face for the first time.
Seeing Song Shijie standing opposite, the photographer was stunned for a moment, with a trace of doubt in his eyes that then turned into surprise.
"Assassincatch the assassin."
The moment he saw the other party's surprised look, Song Shijie felt like something was broken in a corner of his body. He felt an electric shock-like numbness all over his body, and then he found that the power returned to his body.
? Sense of mission! The same sense of mission! A sense of mission that the future of the country and nation is in his hands.
"Catch him quickly!"
Song Shijie suddenly stretched out his arm and pointed at the photographer opposite and shouted. He never thought that he could make such a loud voice.
"Catch him quickly, that person is an assassin!"
There he roared and roared loudly.
At this moment, time stood still. Although it sounded ridiculous, Song Shijie truly felt that everything around him had stopped after he shouted those words.
Everyone maintained their actions for the previous second and stared at him blankly. At that moment, the noisy crowd around him suddenly became silent as if a spell had been cast on him, while the welcoming team in the distance suddenly became silent. Cheers continued to erupt, and with this background sound, the atmosphere at the scene became even more weird and abrupt.
"Assassin, catch that photographer quickly, he is an assassin!"
Song Shijie shouted anxiously again. The eyes of the people around him began to follow the direction of his finger.
"Assassin, assassin, that photographer, he wants to attack the president"
But the next moment his screams suddenly stopped, he found that the photographer's hand had stretched out from his arms, but what he held in his hand was not the pistol he expected but a round box!
That round box isa film box!
Could it be that there was a mistake? It's over, everything is over now His heart suddenly became cold. He found that the photographer's eyes were full of shock and confusion when he looked at him.
At this time, everything around started to move again, and everyone turned their attention to the photographer and his colleagues.?The other photographer was still standing in the distance blankly.
After the initial shock passed, the photographer seemed to suddenly wake up, and a cold light flashed in his eyes when he looked at Song Shijie.
However, he did not panic, but opened the round box in his hand. The moment he reopened the round box, a figure rushed towards him.
"Assassin, catch that photographer quickly, he is an assassin!"
When the first shout sounded, Wang Yuecai couldn't hear it clearly at all. Just when he was stunned and didn't know how to react, the next roar like thunder rang in his ears again.
"Assassin, assassin, that photographer, he wants to attack the president"
Someone wants to assassinate the envoy!
At this moment, Wang Yuecai felt that his brain was bleeding, and his blood pressure was rushing toward his brain. Someone wanted to assassinate the general, and someone wanted to destroy China's future. He followed the shouts of others and looked towards the photographer. When the photographer took out a round box from his backpack and was about to open it, it was definitely not an action of changing film. He rushed over instinctively.
The moment the photographer opened the film box, he only had time to swallow a mouthful of saliva and he was already like a tiger out of the cage, and he rushed over in an instant.
"catch him!"
"Catch that person quickly!"
"Hurry and protect Mr. Li!"
At this time, everyone shouted in panic. Along with people's panic shouts, several more black figures rushed out of the crowd. They all rushed towards the photographer. At the same time, among those who came The officers who greeted him immediately rushed forward after the initial shock, but they were not as close as Song Shijie and ran faster.
The moment Wang Yuecai knocked the man down, five or six strong men rushed over and pushed the photographer to the ground. Then they tightly grabbed the photographer's legs and feet, and tried their best to hold the photographer down. The hand holding the film canister points into the air.
"Let go quickly"
The photographer struggled desperately, but under the threat of four or five people, he had completely lost the ability to move. After a struggle, the film box fell from his hand to the ground. After rolling for several meters, the film box unexpectedly fell to the ground. After opening it, Wang Yuecai, who was pressing the photographer tightly, saw clearly that the film jumped out of the film box!