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    Speaking of which, although the old man has been working in the army all his life, he can be regarded as having both civil and military skills when he switched from being a military officer in his early years to working as a political worker. The elite guards who followed him were also of this type.  Soldiers.  And the person that the old man admires most in his life is not a certain general at the highest level of the Republic, but the famous thinker and philosopher Wang Yangming as early as the Ming Dynasty. Even though he knows that he will not be able to achieve it despite his whole life's efforts.  The sage's achievements were high, but this did not prevent him from completing his own work and also researching some academic works related to the military."  Of course, in addition to those works with more ideological value, due to his own work, he also read a lot of military works, whether they were novels or memoirs, or those that recorded and described the classic wars in human history.  He has also dabbled in "notes". Not to mention that he has read tens of thousands of books, but in terms of military literary works alone, among military cadres of the same level, there are few who can match them.  And if you watch something too much and do it for a long time, you will have a kind of aesthetic fatigue. In fact, he is quite dissatisfied with some of the performances of the current military propaganda system, and thinks that the current propaganda methods can no longer keep up with the situation.  With development and change, many things were used thirty years ago and were still used sixty years ago. There may have been slight changes, but these changes are not enough to eliminate people's aesthetic fatigue, so they have always been criticized.  It's just that he is not satisfied privately, but from his own perspective, it is impossible to come up with a brand new thing or publicity method to promote it right away.  The old stuff used to taste boring, but it also means it has withstood the test of time and is an effective method.  So in the last year or two.  He read a lot of purely ideological and theoretical works, and those that were relatively popular.  It means there is less contact.  For an old man of his status and with revolutionary experience.  The so-called popular literature refers specifically to military and military-related popular literature. In his opinion, it is not grounded at all and cannot be considered popular at all.  It's just that the novel in his hand today is obviously not within the scope of his disdain. On the contrary, after reading just the beginning, he was completely attracted by this novel.  As for his grandson, he was in no mood to discipline him when he was messing around.  That Li Yunlong in the book is so damn realistic.  The old man felt that his eyes were brightening, as if he had returned to that war-torn era. At that time, he was still a small soldier, but it did not hinder him at all from being able to treat those generals who may not be called generals, but just some battalions.  He worshiped leaders at the level of regimental leaders with all his heart. Every day he fantasized that he would soon make a great contribution, and then lead a team of troops to fight against the invaders and the Nationalist Army.  They seem to belong to the same column, but in a certain regiment stationed in an adjacent station, isn't there a regiment commander similar to Li Yunlong?  However, the deeds of the group leader were only heard from others.  And he doesn’t have such a distinct personality as the protagonist of the novel in hand.  The protagonist who is not Gao Daquan is relatively rare nowadays, but in the eyes of the old man of the Zuo family, it is an extremely vivid reality.  That's how it is.  In the past, although there were many scholars in the revolutionary ranks, most of them were old-fashioned and ignorant.  If these people were happy, it would be as good as anything.  Ordinary soldiers can be as big or small as them.  But once you feel unhappy, you will scold whoever you catch.  The more grumpy ones dare to brag and glare at their superiors.  Real, really too real.  Although from the protagonist of this novel, people can see many small flaws in addition to the bright spots, such as the narrow consciousness of small farmers, such as the "local" protectionism that pays attention to one-acre and three-quarter land, and  He also has the bad habit of having a bad temper and falling out of favor easily like a dog, but it is this problem that appears constantly that makes the protagonist appear extremely real, as if he is a living anti-war hero, tearing away the shackles of history from that tragic era.  Come to people's eyes.  Moreover, these small flaws also better bring out the shining points of the protagonist, making those advantages appear particularly bright against the background of the small flaws.  Hey, a thorn in the side of the army who excels in both combat and discipline?  The old man has seen too many people like this. During the Anti-Japanese War, he was in the Duli brigade. Later he became a military officer, and later he worked as a political worker. Because of the different times and specific circumstances, although he has never seen this kind of person again,  It was a team with distinctive personalities, but the initial impression always stayed in his heart.  So much so that when he saw this novel and the living protagonist Li Yunlong, he couldn't help but laugh, feeling like he was back in his youth.  "How about it, grandpa, what do you think of this book?" Seeing that his grandpa was completely immersed in the world of the book, he looked atAfter an hour, Zuo Zhouzhou finally couldn't hold it in anymore. While the old man was thirsty and groping for his tea cup, the boy hurried over and blew the wind in his ears.  Being interrupted by Zuo Zhouzhou, the old man reacted. He suddenly raised his head and suddenly felt why the sun was so dazzling this afternoon. He felt that he had not moved away for a long time.  Then, he felt a sore feeling on the back of his neck and shoulders. It seemed that his old arms and legs also protested after staying in the same position for such a long time.  However, he was in such a good mood that he ignored the angry looks thrown at him by his wife and kept nodding with a happy face: "It's not bad. This book is very realistic and subverts the stereotypes of previous model dramas.  The image of a hero makes people feel more vivid, and it is easier to accept this kind of protagonist. I think if it is promoted properly, this can be used as a new propaganda image in our army, so that the soldiers who are already somewhat separated from the masses can  Accepted and loved by the people again. " "Don't be so arrogant when you say it. Grandpa, just take a look at the future of this novel. If everyone likes it, can you do some promotion for this book?  There will definitely be a fire in the army." Zuo Zhouzhou asked impatiently about his grandfather's treatment.  Although he didn't know much about many things, he also knew it.  If grandpa could stand up and say a few words for this book, then as a "data organizer" myself.  That can also be a super smooth sailing boat.  After hearing this, Mr. Zuo thought about it for a while. Just when Zuo Zhouzhou was about to get angry, he suddenly turned around and gave him an angry look: "Why are you so anxious about this book? Don't tell me.  This book was written by you." The old lady was smiling at her grandson's embarrassment and didn't say anything. However, Zuo Zhouzhou patted his chest confidently and said, "Grandpa, please don't.  Look down on people" Then his tone suddenly dropped several steps from the high and powerful tone, and suddenly became less confident: "Although I am not the author, I have provided a lot of writing materials for the real author!  I said it. After this book is published, the name of the person who collected and compiled the data will be listed below the author, so this book also has my hard work, isn’t it?” The old man’s eyes widened when he heard this.  It was as if he was watching a Martian, but he just laughed out loud, shook his head playfully and stopped talking.  … It’s the end of December in a blink of an eye, and I think back to when Christmas became popular in my previous life.  Yang Yi felt that it would be better now. Although signs of Christmas celebrations have begun to appear in some first- and second-tier cities on the southeast coast, this trend is still only popular in a small area.  For example, some white-collar workers from foreign companies and some students from better-off families want to come to inland cities in the Midwest.  You probably haven't gotten into this habit yet.  But he had no plans to rely on his advantage as a reborn person.  Just suppress these imported products from abroad, some things such as best-sellers.  He knew what factors contributed to their popularity, but he didn't understand how Christmas, which had somehow become a must-celebrate holiday for Chinese people, came into being.  Even if you have vision and knowledge that transcends the times, you can only vaguely give some vague reasons, such as the development of the economy and the improvement of consumption levels.  And the direction of this general situation is exactly what he, as a reborn person, cannot change.  So I can’t change it, just wait for the enjoyment in the future. Yang Yishi is an advocate of national culture, but obviously he does not believe in national cultural chauvinism, so he sighs with emotion when thinking about foreign things like Christmas and Valentine’s Day.  For a moment, I had no other plans.  His focus now is all on the book distribution at the end of the year. In three days, it will be a new year, and on the first day of the new year, Yangyi Culture's last carnival in Yuezhou will be staged.  In the future, even with the growth of the Yangyi Culture aircraft carrier cluster, there may be industries that will settle in Yuezhou and return to the place where Yangyi Culture was born, but that will still be difficult to overcome.  Some things are gone in the past and can never be brought back.  "Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, have you found some public relations? Why is it that your book "Bright Sword" has not been officially published yet, and "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" is promoting your book?" The person who came over excitedly was Yang Yi.  Publisher Zhao Shuren, because of Yang Yi's special status, generally the works written by Yang Yi do not go through the editorial department of the publishing house. Instead, Luo Ge or Wu Shi are responsible for editing and printing.  It was published directly by the factory.  But now he rushed over like the wind at his feet, obviously something had excited him.  "You always have a sip of tea and sit down and speak slowly." Seeing Old Master Zhao waving a magazine in his hand, the young man couldn't help but laugh. This old man is also an editor.For most of his life, whenever he saw any major news in the book and publishing industry, or if Yang or Yang Yi published any good books, he would enthusiastically chat with me for a while, which can be regarded as a lifetime.  People who put their heart and soul into this industry are worthy of admiration.  "Mr. Yang, don't say you don't know about this. I just asked Mr. Luo, and he said that he was responsible for "Bright Sword" at the printing factory, but the publicity department didn't intervene.  "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art", he only knew about it after I mentioned it to him! Then tell me, if I don't come to you, who else can you come to?" Mr. Zhao usually calls Yang Yi "Mr. Yang" in the workplace, which seems very strange.  It was official, but privately, the two of them seemed to have been friends for years.  Now seeing Yang Yi still looking like an old god sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, the old master suddenly felt that this guy's face was so abominable, and he was simply trying to titillate people.  "Let me see what it says" Although Zhao Shuren glared at Yang Yi "viciously", the old man had no choice but to deal with books all his life and could not show that ferocious aura. He found that his method did not work on the young man.  From now on, he could only pick up the tea cup angrily and wait for Yang Yi to finish reading the report.
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