Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing was happy with his big talk, but the newspaper reporters were worried.

It was indeed big news, but how to publish He Daqing's original words in the newspaper was a big problem.

If one is not done well, it will cause a diplomatic incident.

In order to make this news good, many editors were so worried that they were losing their hair, thinking about how to polish He Daqing's words without being biased.

The tabloid newspaper didn't care about that. After finally catching a big news story, it went all out.

Who among those who can run a newspaper doesn’t have a backer?

The next day, early in the morning.

At major post offices in the city, postmen collected newspapers from their respective areas.

Put it in two large green one-piece cloth bags and put the bags on the back seat of the bicycle.

Postmen ride their bicycles through the streets and alleys.

Deliver newspapers to various units and individuals.

Since the victory in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Bang, life in this city has been uneventful, with almost no major news appearing.

The biggest news is whether the city wall of Beijing should be demolished.

The faction that advocates demolishing the wall and the faction that advocates defending the wall have been engaged in a war of words in the newspapers from the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present.

Guo Moruo of the wall-tearing faction has always held the upper hand. Guo has profound literary attainments, a lot of valuable materials to show off, and too many dazzling halos around him.

Although Liang Sicheng is also a figure, when compared with Lao Guo, the difference is obviously like that between Ma Liang and Ma Su.

No matter how hard Liang Sicheng cried at the meeting, it did not stop Lao Guo from being determined to demolish the city wall of Sijiu City.

The most important thing is that Lao Guo is a very smooth person. He knows what his superiors want to do and he says whatever they want, so he has a good luck in becoming an official.

Last year, Chang'an Left Gate and Chang'an Right Gate were demolished, and the reason used was very good.

These two gates blocked the ranks of hundreds of thousands of people from receiving the inspection of the top leader here.

Nowadays, newspapers don’t like to publish news about them, and the people don’t like to see them engage in a war of words.

As the news about He Daqing appeared, it was like a splash of water falling into a boiling oil pan.

With a "hiss".

The explosion woke up most of the people in the old city.

I never thought that reading a newspaper could be so enjoyable.

I want to hit ten!

The GRU is garbage!

I only used one punch and he fell down!

It's like someone who watches Qiong Yao dramas every day suddenly watches some small movies.

The word "refreshing" is not enough to describe the excitement in their hearts.

Those who saw the newspaper took it and ran around telling others and calling their friends.

He Daqing can be considered a semi-celebrity. At least during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, he appeared in newspapers more than once or twice.

But this time, He Daqing became completely famous.

Even the hooligans on the streets would beat up ten of them if they disagreed with you.

He Daqing himself didn't expect that the matter would become so serious.

Walking in the streets and alleys, people would come up to me from time to time and ask me questions.

He Daqing thought it was quite novel at first, and blew it very hard. After his mouth became dry and his tongue became parched, He Daqing became annoyed.

He Yuzhu, on the other hand, was in high spirits, holding a newspaper whenever he met someone.

"Have you read today's newspaper?

Does He Daqing know?

Haha, that's my dad.

Look, look, this flat face, does it look like it? Does it look like it?

There is no problem at all in beating ten.

I can beat five of them, let alone my father..."

There was no way such a big commotion in the old city could be hidden from the Russians.

When the Russians saw this, they were shocked.

The GRU special forces, as the Soviet Union's ace troops, were actually regarded as trash by He Daqing. How could He Daqing tolerate this?

They all went to the newspaper office and started a war of words, adding fuel to the fire.

The editors-in-chief of newspapers will naturally not miss out on the big news that comes to them.

Although the Russians' words were not as shocking and exciting as He Daqing's.

So what's the problem? We make a living from this, so if we polish it up a bit, it will be more interesting.

As expected, He Daqing had another accident.

As soon as I got off work, Director Wu came to my house.

"He Daqing, what are you doing?

The head of the security department doesn’t want to do this job anymore?

If you don’t want to do it anymore, just tell me directly. There are plenty of people who can do it.

Day after day, he causes me trouble.

Why don't you make me some tea?

I'm so angry that I'm going to kill you."

He Daqing waved his hand.

"Wife, make some tea, a cup of Gaomoer."

Director Wu glared.

“Sister-in-law, don’t listen to He Daqing.

Just brew the same tea leaves from last time, the one in the iron box.

I am his leader, so he should listen to me, otherwise I will ask him to sweep the toilet.

He Daqing, are you capable enough?

Make me some Gaomoer?"

He Daqing also glared at Director Wu in annoyance.

"Director Wu, you come to scold me, do I still have to praise you?

Don't even think about it. I, He Daqing, also have to save face."

"You, you're still angry?

I scolded you?

Do you know how many leaders have scolded me?

It was because I, Old Wu, was protecting my own people that I was able to save you.

How about we switch positions and you become the director?"

Director Wu blew his beard and glared at He Daqing, then he reached out and grabbed the peanuts on the table and ate them.

"In my opinion, you should just go back to being a cook.

These peanuts taste good, would you like to consider it?"

He Daqing pinched two peanuts and bit them with a crunching sound.

"I don't want to be a cook.

If you insist on me taking charge, I will spit in your food, believe it or not.

If you were the director, I think I could do it.

Or, why don’t you talk to your leader?

With my contributions, being a director is a normal promotion..."

"He Daqing, you will be killed by your mouth sooner or later.

If your mouth wasn't so foul, it would be easy for you to get a deputy director position now.

Don't talk nonsense to me, leaders, we attach great importance to your newspaper advertisement this time.

If you win, that's fine.

If you lose, huh, you'd better get ready and go to assist in the construction of the western region.

I can protect you once, can I protect you for a lifetime?

Be more careful, He Daqing.

Tell me, how confident are you that you can win this time?

If you are not sure, I will tell the boss to stop interfering in this matter."

Director Wu tapped the table with one hand, sipped his hot tea, and waited for He Daqing's answer.

This is the purpose of his trip.

It is true that the Soviet Union is the big brother, but as far as the honor and disgrace of all soldiers are concerned, we must win if we can.

Besides, who is Khrushchev?

According to the top leader, Khrushchev was a generation younger than him, so why should he be spoiled?

Next, it was time for He Daqing’s favorite part, bragging.

"Lao Wu, you still don't trust me, He Daqing?

My great military achievements are all just bragging?

Those were all achieved with real swords and guns, step by step relying on one's own abilities.

In fact, I have never tried my best and have always been hiding my shortcomings.

But you also see that I am the firefly in the dark night, bright and outstanding, and cannot be hidden at all.

Do you know that I was on the battlefield in South Korea and I ate meat every day until I got tired of it?

I hunt wild animals for food every day. I have even eaten Siberian tigers. Believe it or not..."