1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Wu Hao said seriously:

"As our Party, our country, and our army gain greater control over Nanchang and the surrounding areas, and people's hearts become more stable, more left-wing writers will inevitably enter Nanchang. If this style of work is prevalent, it will be extremely detrimental to the Party's cause."

"This really needs to be taken seriously, not just by writers, but also by other literary and artistic workers."

Li Desheng smoked his cigarette with a serious expression.

"Literary and artistic work is also an integral part of revolutionary work. Therefore, literary and artistic work cannot be separated from the Party's leadership. Otherwise, serious problems will indeed arise."

"However, from my understanding, if the Party were to control even literature and art, literary and artistic workers would probably be quite dissatisfied, and it would also be detrimental to the development of literature and art."

The view that "literary and artistic work should have full creative freedom" is not just Zhang Wentian's opinion, but a consensus since the New Culture Movement, or in other words, an extreme backlash against the destructive cultural control of the Qing Dynasty.

It was precisely because the Qing Dynasty’s literary inquisition was so extreme that any government that dared to propose similar measures such as “control” on literary and artistic work would be severely criticized. Even the Chiang Kai-shek government usually had to find another excuse to arrest literary and artistic workers.

This is one of the reasons why all kinds of messy "masters" emerged in the Republic of China and the literary world flourished. It is also one of the reasons why the literary world was in ideological chaos and all kinds of worshipping foreigners and even reactionary and anti-human ideas emerged one after another.

Li Desheng shook his head:

"When I say the Party leads literary and artistic work, I don't mean that the Party should specifically control how literary and artistic works are created or written. If it did, literature and art would be completely regulated, which would be self-inflicted trouble and a thankless task."

"However, the Party must control the general direction of literary and artistic work. Art and literature workers within the Party, in particular, must unify their thinking and obey the Party's unified command and dispatch on the literary and artistic front."

"All literary and artistic workers must understand the fundamental questions of who literary and artistic work serves and how it serves. Otherwise, they will not even be considered allies, let alone fellow travelers, and may even undermine the revolution."

"During this period, apart from Ding Ling, I believe everyone knows how some of the literary and artistic workers who have come to Nanchang have behaved. If we don't properly rectify this, things will really get out of hand."

In fact, Li Desheng had something else to say.

Not to mention the Red Army University in Yulin, the Northeast has already begun to train its own "literati" from scratch. If these current literary and artistic workers refuse to accept the leadership of the Party, then we should just give up on them altogether!

Being too gentle will only do harm!

The room was quiet for a while.

Everyone basically agreed with what Li Desheng and Wu Hao said.

If we allow literary and artistic workers to continue to develop in this free and undisciplined manner, Ding Ling is the best example;

It is no exaggeration to say that Ding Ling was even one of the better performers! Why?

Because at least she did not openly look down on the workers, peasants and soldiers for their lack of education, nor did she look down on the poor living conditions in Nanchang;

At least she was willing to go to the countryside to conduct research and live and eat with the farmers instead of covering her nose and telling them to get out!

(To be fair, Ding Ling's performance in this regard during the Yan'an period was indeed quite good, far better than some idiots who claim to "have the world in their hearts" but actually despise the grassroots.)

The Party and the Red Army are currently undergoing a major rectification campaign, and literary and art workers also need to undergo a major rectification campaign. But the problem is...

"How can we get artists to accept the view that 'the Party must lead literature and art'?"

The literary world has been slack for far too long, and it is really difficult to get people to accept such a subversive change of thought.

"this..."

Li Desheng was about to express his thoughts when there was a rapid knock on the door: "Secretary! Chairman! Oh no! Something happened!"

? ? ?

"...a female writer wants to see me?" "Yes, Ms. Field."

The attendant reported the identity of the person blocking the door as calmly as possible:

"She said her name was Ding Ling, a famous Chinese writer and feminist activist, and she wanted to discuss some issues related to China with you."

In fact, the attendant was very dissatisfied.

Discussing national affairs with the Chinese Communist Party during the day was already stressful enough for Ms. Field, and now she has to discuss "China's problems" with a strange writer at night!

Putting aside who you are and the fact that there's no such arrangement on the itinerary, you're disturbing Ms. Field's rest in the dead of night. Doesn't this stinky woman have any sense?

If it weren't for the politeness and the fact that Ms. Garfield was always gentle and didn't turn off the lights to rest, they wouldn't even bother to inform her!

That’s right, Ding Ling ran back secretly again.

Although she didn't realize that the Central Propaganda Department of the Communist Party of China sent her to Ruijin for "research" at this time in order to get rid of her and prevent her from causing trouble, she still couldn't forget to criticize Chuntian;

So, after hastily completing the task assigned to her, she ran back, intending to have a good chat with Chuntian while he was still in Nanchang, and guide him "on the right path";

As the first left-wing female writer to come to Nanchang, Ding Ling is quite famous. Because she didn't write any nonsense "Thoughts on International Women's Day", she was even very popular.

The people in Ruijin had no idea that the Central Committee intended to detain this great writer. After learning that Ding Ling had left in a hurry, they thought she had something urgent to do and did not try to stop her or report it.

The Red Army guards, who were also unaware of the situation, were not too vigilant and simply reported the case as they would any other "petitioner" according to the usual practice.

As a result, Ding Ling successfully blocked the gate of the "Xiong Family Mansion" of Xiong Shihui, the former chairman of Jiangxi Province, which was nationalized and where the US President and his entourage were staying.

After consulting with someone on the Cloud Atlas network about the situation with UMP45, Haruta shook his head decisively.

"Reply her and tell her I'm tired today and won't see anyone else."

"Yes!"

Chuntian was of course aware of the trouble Ding Ling had caused last time, but neither she nor Mark himself took it to heart at all.

Lu Shuren himself had no intention of responding to Ding Ling's criticisms. Did they just want to escalate a problem they were planning to handle coldly?

A mere intellectual's rant was enough to trigger a huge fight. Is it true that Lu Xun and Fujiwara no Kanezane were the king's mounts of the China Railway Fourteenth Bureau, who no one knew about, yet she insisted on claiming them as such?

However, who would have thought that this little fairy Ding Ling would be so aggressive? She would just call out her name and fight?

Good guy.

If it was just a private exchange of views, Mark wouldn't mind letting Chuntian and Ding Ling have a few words;

But now it was obvious that she was going to stir up trouble by using her identity as a member of the Communist Party. Chuntian would be a fool to receive Ding Ling.

By then, if the other party scolds President Field in public, even if she herself does not care, the cooperation between the United States and the CCP will definitely be in vain, and it is not impossible that they will immediately become enemies.

Oh... creatures like fairies...

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ding, Ms. Field is feeling very tired today, so..."

Ding Ling was stunned. She obviously didn't expect to be rejected at all, and she immediately became unhappy.

I rushed back from Ruijin after finishing my work there, just to talk to you about the division of China and the women's rights movement. Why didn't you see me?

"I'm very tired" and "busy with state affairs" were all excuses! Hadn't a few American officials just emerged from the villa before I arrived? Ding Ling suppressed her temper and spoke to the aide-de-camp through the iron fence: "Please tell Ms. Field that I have something very important to tell you... Hey?"

Before she finished speaking, she saw Chuntian walking out of the villa with long legs and big strides;

No, I should say he rushed out at a trot!

Before Ding Ling could say anything, she heard Chuntian roar: "Get down!"

?? ?

What...

With a bang, the aide-de-camp who was talking to Ding Ling was grabbed by the collar by Chuntian and violently pulled back, and then was protected by the other party.

Almost instantly, a man who, like Ding Ling, was waiting at the villa gate to ask to see the American president, suddenly smiled strangely, opened his thick clothes, and shouted in Northeastern dialect:

"God bless me!"

“Boom!!”

The shockwave and debris tore his body apart, and also affected Ding Ling. With a burst of severe pain, she hit the iron fence hard and fell to the ground.

Attack...attack?

Before he completely lost consciousness, Ding Ling only saw Chuntian calmly help the frightened aide-de-camp to his feet and shout to the Red Army soldiers and guards rushing over:

"Don't panic! I'm fine!"

When she woke up again, Ding Ling felt severe pain all over her body, but she found herself not lying on a clean white hospital bed, but tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, with two cold-faced men in front of her:

"Awake? Ding Ling, we're from the National Political Security Bureau. To cut to the chase, tell me immediately: were you involved in colluding with the assassination of Ms. Field?!"

? ? ?

Nanchang did not sound the highest alarm.

On the contrary, China and the United States tacitly blocked the news at the same time, strictly prohibiting anyone from discussing or reporting it, pretending that nothing had happened.

"...Ms. Field, our security was inadequate and you were frightened."

Even though the American president was intact and right in front of them, the expressions of senior CCP officials such as Li Desheng and Wu Hao were extremely grim.

When they received the news that Ding Ling was planning to cause trouble again, they were already completely enraged. On their hurried way to the Xiong Mansion, they heard another explosion and then learned of the assassination.

To be honest, everyone, including Qu Qiubai, immediately suspected Ding Ling of being an accomplice of the assassin.

From an outsider's perspective, everything was simply a coincidence - Ding Ling asked to see Ms. Field, and she had just come out of the room when the explosion happened.

No one would believe you if you said Ding Ling wasn't bait!

Therefore, whether it was to give an explanation to the United States, to investigate the matter thoroughly, or to take this opportunity to teach this reckless woman a lesson, Ding Ling had to be arrested and tortured.

No one can stop it!

No one said anything!

Regardless of whether you are involved or not, just stay in jail for a while! The interesting conclusion of the world line - historically, Ding Ling was arrested by the Kuomintang and imprisoned for several years, but this time it was the Communist Party itself that took over.

"It's okay, Chairman Li, Secretary Wu." Chuntian's expression was very calm:

"This isn't your fault. In fact, I knew someone was going to assassinate me, so I deliberately relaxed my guard. I just didn't expect your female writer to be so stubborn and nearly cost my loyal guards their lives."

The aide-de-camp who was nearly killed by Ding Ling puffed out his chest with pride. Actually, anyone who had spent any time with Chuntian wouldn't have worried about her being assassinated, let alone taken the assassination seriously.

Do you think those miracles were all fake?

Therefore, Chuntian often told them, "Be careful when you stay around me. Don't get hurt or even lose your life because of me."

Everyone can understand that God doesn't care about human affairs, so it's good enough that he can protect his own daughter. How could he protect everyone?

However, no one still takes it seriously.

Just die!

If I die for Her Majesty the Saint, it will be the greatest honor in my life! I will definitely go to heaven!

The faces of the CCP members became even uglier.

Chuntian's words were clear—if it weren't for Ding Ling's "interference" that gave the assassins the opportunity, the Americans could have firmly controlled the situation and captured everyone in one fell swoop!

After cursing Ding Ling countless times in his heart, Deng Fa, director of the National Political Security Bureau, took the initiative to stand up:

"Ms. Field, no matter what, we will assume the corresponding responsibility for the security failure and fully cooperate with all your investigations! But if possible, can we also participate?"

Li Desheng, Wu Hao and others did not speak, but their attitudes were obviously highly consistent with Deng Fa's.

Allowing the US President to be assassinated on his own territory, even if he is unharmed, the Chinese Communist Party bears a heavy responsibility no matter what!

Fortunately, the Red Army soldiers reacted quickly and quickly cordoned off the scene. A CCP member nearby captured one of the assassins alive. Chuntian had no intention of taking advantage of the situation, otherwise he would have been in big trouble!

The Commander-in-Chief pretended to think for a while, then nodded and said:

"Alright, since your men contributed to the capture of the assassins, send a few more people to join us in the interrogation besides that one!"

“Thank you, Ms. Field!”

Therefore, the "Communist Party member" who "accidentally" captured the assassins, comrades from the CCP's National Political Security Bureau, and members of the US presidential security forces began to interrogate several captured assassins overnight.

A certain Northeastern King who came from the Northeast rubbed his hands and looked at the Northeastern guy in front of him with a smile. He had followed Chuntian all the way from the Northeast to Nanchang.

"Brother, do you want to drink the penalty or drink the penalty?"

457 Sneaking into the enemy's lair

Before the "Springfield President Nanchang Assassination Case" occurred. As the saying goes, where Springfield is, there is the commander. Wherever she caused trouble, someone was there to command.

That's right, after some ingenious disguise, the King of Northeast China quietly followed the American delegation to Shanghai, and even took his loyal maid to Nanjing, the capital of China at that time.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Nanjing is full of plane trees... I wonder how much of the people's blood and sweat has been spent on them..."

Just like a normal person would only curse the slave owners for starving so many slaves to death after learning the origin of the snow-white walls of the Potala Palace, a normal person would only curse Chiang Kai-shek for playing around with the people's money after learning about the Wutong Incident.

This kind of anti-human waste can actually rule this beautiful country for so many years. It can only be said that history is indeed a spiral, which is either spiraling upward or spiraling downward.

Just as Mark was strolling the streets of Nanjing with his agents, investigating local conditions, just like he had done in Shanghai, and taking a break from the walk, a loud roar suddenly came from the side:

“That’s him!!!”

Um?

While the agent was in a daze, a group of black-clothed men who looked quite capable surrounded him. The agent did not move, but secretly prepared to kill everyone present.