The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Newspaper office, president's office.

Feng Yong was flipping through the Chinese textbook for the first grade of primary school that he had just edited. Zhou Hexuan complained: "I said Feng Wuye, you are also the air force commander of the Northeast Army. Now there is a war at Nankou, why do you come to me every day when you are free? run here?"

"The air force is a treasure," Feng Yong said with a self-deprecating smile, "Now the planes are all nestled in the northeast, and they never come here at all. I, the commander of the air force, is just a display."

Zhou Hexuan thought about September 18th, and secretly slandered: the air force is very precious, and the whole thing is left to the Japanese.

Feng Yong closed the manuscript and said, "Your textbook is well edited, like that. By the way, our Hope Primary School really doesn't teach music or anything like that?"

"What do children learn music for?" Zhou Hexuan is very pragmatic, even in education, he said, "Chinese and mathematics are two subjects that are enough. Chinese can train students' reading, writing and comprehension skills, and mathematics can train students' logical thinking. In the third grade, we can add an ideological and moral class to carry out patriotic education from an early age, and weave all the national heroes from ancient and modern China and abroad into stories, so as to avoid cultivating a group of traitors in the future."

Feng Yong frowned and said, "I see that you wrote the Japanese chapter of "The Rise of Great Powers". It seems that Japan is expected to invade China?"

Zhou Hexuan smiled and asked back: "You were born in the northeast and grew up in the northeast, didn't you realize it at all?"

"Japan...shouldn't be that bold." Feng Yong still took chances, but he didn't even believe what he said.

The Japanese have conducted various secret operations in the Northeast over the years, and the maps they have drawn are more precise than the military maps used by the Northeast Army. What is this for? The fleas on the bald man's head, obviously!

Zhou Hexuan said: "Now Japan is divided into two factions. Politicians want to slowly encroach on the Northeast, while soldiers clamor to send troops to occupy it. It depends on which faction wins."

"I know that." Feng Yong nodded. The Japanese in the Northeast are also divided into two factions. One is radical. They conspired to assassinate Zhang Zuolin ten years ago, but fortunately failed. Quite a few ideas.

Of course, because Zhang Zuolin is too cunning, the Japanese can't take advantage of it. In recent years, Takeo Kikuchi couldn't hold back anymore, and began to advocate the conquest of China by force. Two years ago, he also served as the head of the Fengtian Secret Service.

It's so funny to say that Zhang Zuolin's special consultant is the head of the Japanese secret service. The various details of the Northeast Army have long been understood by the Japanese. Their understanding of the Northeast Army is probably better than that of Feng Jun himself.

"I hope there will be peace in the country as soon as possible. Fengjun alone cannot defeat the Japanese." Feng Yong sighed.

Although the Japanese Kwantung Army is small in scale, it will inevitably increase its troops when it really fights. However, the Fengjun faction is seriously infighting and cannot go all out at all. Not to mention anything else, let's just say that Chu Yupu and Zhang Zongchang, once the war with Japan starts, these two guys must only care about their own lives, and it would be a great fortune not to stab a knife in the back.

Zhang Zongchang and Marshal Zhang are really able to bend and stretch. If you don’t believe me, just read the following dialogue——

Zhang Zongchang: "Fuck, what kind of grandson's plan is this to make us like this."

Guo Songling: "Who are you scolding?"

Zhang Zongchang: "Haha, this is my spoken language, and I didn't scold anyone."

Guo Songling: "I x your mother! This is also my spoken language."

Zhang Zongchang: "Uncle Guo, you fuck my mother, you are my real father, what else do you say? Dad!"

Zhang Zongchang can be called Guo Songling's father, and naturally he can also be called a Japanese father. Once China and Japan go to war, I don't know how many people will act as if they were doing everything they want, let alone how many people will be traitors.

This is something that cannot be helped, as there is such a disparity in strength, even if Zhang Zuolin is alive, the battle will be impossible. There was no way for the Feng army to fight against Japan alone, and the Nationalist government at that time was unprepared and could not help at all.

The two chatted about Sino-Japanese relations for a while, but both of them lost interest.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Zhou Hexuan responded.

A young man pushed the door open and introduced himself, "Mr. Zhou, I am Li Xiaofeng from Beixin Bookstore."

"So it's Mr. Li, please sit down." Zhou Hexuan greeted him with a smile.

Li Xiaofeng sat down and exchanged some pleasantries, and quickly explained the purpose of his visit: "Mr. Zhou's "The Rise of Great Powers" has been serialized. I wonder if I can find a bookstore to collect and publish it?"

"Not yet." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Li Xiaofeng immediately began to sell himself and boast: "Our Beixin Bookstore has a great influence. Mr. Liu Bannong's "Yangbian Ji" and "Wafu Ji", Ms. Bing Xin's "Spring Water", Mr. Xu Qinwen's "Hometown", including all works of Mr. Lu Xun , we are publishing it. If "The Rise of Great Powers" is handed over to Beixin Bookstore for operation, it will definitely be sold all over the country in a short period of time."

"Hehe." Zhou Hexuan smiled, noncommittal.

He knew Li Xiaofeng, and he was also very familiar with Beixin Bookstore.

Li Xiaofeng graduated from Peking University a few years ago and was a student of Lu Xun. Beixin Bookstore was originally the abbreviation of Peking University Xinchaoshe.

Beixin Bookstore has many disasters and disasters in its history. This year, when Zhang Zuolin entered Beijing, Beixin Bookstore was shut down for publishing "Yusi" magazine, and had to be transferred to Shanghai to reopen; It was sealed up by the National Party; in 1933, it was sealed up again because its publications involved religious and ethnic issues.

The reason why Zhou Hexuan is so clear is mainly due to Lu Xun. Mr. Lu Xun had only two lawsuits in his life, one of which was against his student Li Xiaofeng, because Beixin Bookstore owed a large amount of royalties and cheated on the printing numbers.

Li Xiaofeng was originally a progressive youth, and then gradually transformed into a capitalist. Of course, he is also a capitalist with advanced thinking, otherwise he would not help our party sell underground publications.

Seeing Zhou Hexuan's refusal to comment, Li Xiaofeng continued: "Our Beixin Bookstore specializes in publishing and distributing progressive publications. Mr. Zhou's "The Rise of a Great Power" is of great benefit to the nation and the nation. We must try our best to promote it so that more Chinese people can read this book ! As for the royalties, it can be calculated at 25%, what do you think?"

"I'll think about it again." Zhou Hexuan said perfunctorily, he didn't want to have a lawsuit with someone over the manuscript fee in the future.

Li Xiaofeng wanted to persuade him, but suddenly there was another knock on the door.

"Please come in." Zhou Hexuan said.

After the door was pushed open, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came in. He introduced himself with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, I am Qin Yumin from the Commercial Press."

Well, here comes another one, and they all come from Shanghai.

It seems that "The Rise of Great Powers" is really attracting attention, and two people from Shanghai's publishing industry have come to visit.

Li Xiaofeng's face was a little ugly. Although Beixin Bookstore has developed rapidly, it can't compare with the Commercial Press.