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　Therefore, I hope that comrades in the propaganda and education departments will give more thought to this issue. This is of paramount importance to the long-term survival of our Party and the People's Republic. If we fail to do this well, after our generation, we may end up with the destruction of our own people and the collapse of our government."

　Chapter 467: Ten-Year Agreement

　Haikou, Hainan

　On the morning of September 6, 2024, Lao Zhan woke up from his sleep, habitually glanced at his mobile phone, and opened a pinned QQ group to check if there was any new message.

　"Fuck, how can anyone believe in home detention?" Lao Zhan flipped through the chat history and couldn't hold it in any longer after seeing a certain message.

　The chat log showed the group discussing a traffic accident dispute in Qingdao at the end of August. Lao Zhan believed the buzz and comments surrounding the incident were unusual, suggesting someone was fanning the flames and trying to stir up trouble.

　Then, after seeing this, a group member posted a mocking message: "Pinghai (Lao Zhan's nickname in the group) is indeed a member of the establishment. He started to defend the system before he even entered it."

　When Lao Zhan saw this news when he woke up at night, he couldn't help but retort: ​​"Because I really consulted people within the system to understand it, unlike some people who have little theoretical knowledge and regard the unspoken rules of the market as their gospel and have no independent thinking ability when it comes to negative news.

　If the independent thinking ability indicator tower's words have to be interpreted in reverse, then I can only "respect the blessing." I woke up in the middle of the night to check my phone and saw that certain days are indeed unlucky.

　Afterwards, that group member accused James, saying that he believed in the system and not the common people, and that he was a pro-establishment figure.

　This kind of logically flawed statement left Lao Zhan speechless, and he immediately criticized this kind of confusing thing: "Talking about the mass line does not mean that what the masses say is true. That is not the mass line, that is populism.

　The criterion for whether someone is pro-establishment is whether they support the Pyeongchang Party or oppose it. Using trust in the masses as the criterion for whether someone is pro-establishment is a bit illogical, isn't it?

　After saying this, Lao Zhan hugged his Lafite pillow (Changchun: Eh? No?) and gradually fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he found that the person had sent this message:

　"They avoided the main issue and ignored the detention at home."

　Hence the scene at the beginning where James got up and looked at his phone to complain. James, feeling both amused and helpless, typed and sent a message: "Do you really believe in home detention? They debunked the rumor several days ago?"

　"Refute the rumors? I understand." The group member suddenly replied: "Don't just follow the crowd. Think about why no one believes you."

　Lao Zhan couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but curse Hainanese swear words: "bui Lu mai gai! (Search for the meaning)"

　He knew that when someone on the other side said something like this, it meant that the group member had a natural distrust of the government.

　Lao Zhan thought a lot at once, but he decided to give a simple reply: "You only want to believe what you believe and see the world in the way you imagine it."

　After sending this, Lao Zhan then added: "On the one hand, some political

　The inaction of government officials is indeed true. On the other hand, you are actually a victim of cognitive warfare to a certain extent, caused by your lack of education and lack of independent thinking ability.

　Even so, the fact that the government is untrustworthy does not mean that unofficial, grassroots information can be unconditionally trusted, especially those that come from unknown sources and consist solely of text comments and chat records.

　Even though it was an online chat, Lao Zhan could already tell that the group member was nonchalant. At that moment, the group member laughed and said, "Hahaha, here we go again, Pinghai teaching people to read as usual."

　Lao Zhan was already thinking about kicking this group member out, but to finally confirm his attitude, Lao Zhan asked, "Let me ask you something. Do you think the anti-corruption campaign over the past decade or so is just a joke or a serious one?"

　"It doesn't seem like anti-corruption." The group member answered lightly.

　LeBron James is completely red-hot, and anyone with a reasonable understanding of politics knows that 586 is serious about its anti-corruption efforts. Both theoretically and practically, it has conducted profound and fruitful explorations. This isn't just empty boasting; it's the consensus of countless people.

　According to a friend of Lao Zhan who used to work in the Discipline Inspection Commission, the intensity and breadth of 586's anti-corruption efforts were so great that some people in the system who were dealt with shouted that this was the "Second Cultural Revolution" or the "Chinese version of the Great Purge."

　From this, Lao Zhan was completely convinced that this group member was a complete freak. "He really deserves to be brought here by 'Red Fox'. They are really all snakes and rats from the same nest!"

　Although this group is not LeBron James's group, but zyts (Lao Luo)'s group, LeBron James is the administrator and he can theoretically use administrator privileges.

　Just as Lao Zhan was about to kick someone out, he discovered that the group owner had already silenced that person for half an hour. Lao Zhan calmed down a bit and thought it would be better to give him one last time. If it happened again, he would just kick him out.

　Just as Lao Zhan was about to quit QQ, he saw a pop-up message saying that "Capricorn" had been strengthened for the third time, and he couldn't help but exclaim "Oh shit".

　The "Capricorn" here is not a constellation, but the name of a recent super typhoon.

　Although Hainan is used to being swept by typhoons almost every year, it still cannot withstand the super typhoon level.

　The super typhoon "Wilma" that hit the people of Hainan ten years ago is still unforgettable to many people today.

　Even Haikou was hit by the typhoon, which left it without water and electricity for three days, not to mention the cities and counties below. If this happened to the city, one can only imagine how badly the towns and villages were affected.

　It's morning now, and there are only gusts of wind around force 6. You can go out, but there's not much point in going out - most shops on the street are closed, and some residential entrances and underground parking lots have started to pile up sandbag walls to prevent flooding.

　The use of sandbags is considered normal operation, but the Haikou Meteorological Bureau's defensive measures are even more heavyweight. They directly used blue factory iron sheets and steel frames to weld the door of the administrative building shut. It can only be said that they are worthy of being insiders.

　"Oh my God, this Capricorn is hard not to remind me of the days when we were dominated by the Typhoon..." James felt that he had to do something.

　Since James lives in a reinforced concrete residential building in the city, he doesn't have to worry about anything except closing the doors and windows and putting away clothes and miscellaneous items on the balcony.

　What Lao Zhan was actually concerned about was the water, electricity, and internet. To prevent the trouble caused by the internet and power outages, he finished his study plan for the day in advance. Then he immediately turned on his computer and cleared all the daily tasks of those online games.

　When all the work was done, the wind and rain outside began to grow stronger. Lao Zhan also looked at his phone from time to time, paying attention to the real-time path of the typhoon.

　Suddenly, my QQ account on my phone received a message from someone I cared about. "Are you there? Comrade Zhan, it looks like a typhoon is coming over there. Please be sure to stay safe!"

　Seeing this message, Lao Zhan immediately became energetic. Because the person who sent this message was not someone else, but Changchun, the place he tossed and turned in bed, thinking about day and night!

　Old Zhan rolled his eyes and joked, "The typhoon was originally coming straight at us with all its might, but now that Comrade Changchun has spoken, the wind seems to have died down a lot, and the sky is almost clearing up!"

　"Hey, hey, hey, Comrade Zhan." Changchun knew that Lao Zhan was joking, but some things still needed to be made clear: "Don't say such things. Changchun is not the sun of the northern peninsula. If you want to express your longing for me, you can use other ways~"

　Changchun pleaded again: "Comrade, I'm actually quite curious about typhoons. I've lived for 85 years and have never seen what a typhoon is like. Can you tell me about it? Or you can send me a video while ensuring safety, okay... please~"

　Old Zhan smiled bitterly inwardly and grumbled, "Sure enough for someone who's never seen a typhoon... Since that's Comrade Changchun's request, then let's just grant her little wish."

　Later, Lao Zhan replied: "It's no problem to shoot it. There's nothing good about typhoons. If you have to say it nicely, then just say it's the 10th anniversary celebration of Rammasun."

　"Pfft..." Changchun couldn't help laughing at Lao Zhan's sense of humor. "Comrade, you're right. I checked the real-time path. This year's typhoon's path is very similar to that of Rammasun ten years ago."

　"Don't even mention it. Even the landing place is the same, Wengtian Town, Wenchang City. I suspect that this typhoon is a replica of the Typhoon Rammasun." James complained.

　“But every failure teaches us a lesson. Today’s Hainan is completely different from what it was in the past.

　I believe there may be power and water outages, but they definitely won't last three days straight." Zhan still has confidence in the Hainan government's progress in typhoon prevention.

　Changchun said, "I hope so. Comrade, wait until the evening and night and observe the hydropower situation. I'd also like to know if there has been any significant improvement in the reliability of Hainan's hydropower network over the years."

　"I understand what you mean." Old Zhan said with a smile: "Changchun Jiang is indeed a qualified Communist Party member. He will not miss any opportunity to understand the social situation."

　Once Lao Zhan and Changchun started chatting, they couldn't stop. The topics of their conversation ranged from all over the world, and as long as it didn't involve state and military secrets, it covered almost everything.

　Among them, Lao Zhan discussed the conflicts in the group with Changchun today. Changchun said: "It is normal for the masses to complain, which shows that our work still has shortcomings. But if someone is lying with his eyes open like this, if he is not a true traitor, then the reasons for his problems are quite complicated.

　As you said, the corruption and inaction of some government officials is indeed the root cause. Now that this fundamental issue has been significantly reversed, it is time to analyze the social and cultural aspects.

　my country is currently in the primary stage of socialism, with public ownership as the mainstay of the economy. However, there is also a significant presence of private sector capitalism, which is the root cause of various chaotic ideologies in society.

　Second, these messy thoughts will inevitably produce a messy culture. Cultural content is the product of social consciousness. One of the specific manifestations of this culture is various vulgar interpersonal relationship principles and unspoken rules.

　Compared with the social science philosophy that deeply analyzes the relationships between people, between people and society, and between social, political and historical aspects, the learning threshold of messy vulgar culture is much lower.

　There are inherent differences in difficulty and acceptance between the two. Therefore, under the current economic foundation, such messy and vulgar culture will more easily occupy a dominant position in the social consciousness of the general public.

　Why hasn't the number of these people decreased significantly despite the ongoing education in Marxist and communist morality? Is it because the non-socialist economic foundation is constantly producing non-socialist, vulgar social consciousness that opposes Marxist and communist morality? The same is true of distrust of the government.

　To put it bluntly, unless we vigorously rectify the administration of officials and strengthen ideological education, the economic foundation does not move to the next stage, a stage where the public sector advances and the private sector retreats, then the number of mediocre people like these will not decrease significantly.

　Lao Zhan understood Changchun's meaning the first time he heard it. "I understand. In fact, this can also be used as a theoretical analysis to prove the necessity of the vanguard team."

　"Yes, just a few minor revisions and polishing will do." Changchun smiled and said, "I'm very fortunate to be a staunch Communist and to be participating in the struggle on the ideological front. Also... I'm also very fortunate..."

　Changchun paused, took a deep breath, and spoke with a slight stutter, "Thankfully... you and I are in the same trench... fighting side by side. Comrade Zhan, I sincerely hope that when you return to society, you will still remember your original aspirations."

　"Wow wow wow!" Changchun's words made Lao Zhan burst into tears, "Changchun, you are the woman I know who understands me the most and understands this aspect of me the most!

　I have made it clear today that from now on, we will always be comrades in the same trench in this regard, and we will always fight for the truth!

　Chapter 468 Confession under the Storm

　(Continued from the previous chapter)

　"Oh my, oh my, is this a confession of yours to me, comrade?" After seeing this, Changchun typed while smiling, followed by several dog heads.

　Old Zhan's face gradually turned red. Originally, his words were not very meaningful, just a response to Changchun's encouragement. But after Changchun asked him this, he seemed to think that his words just now seemed to have a deeper meaning.

　Lao Zhan didn't respond immediately. He turned his head to look out the window. He looked up to see a gray sky, and a strong wind mixed with heavy rain passed by the window, making a sharp roar.

　Then he lowered his head slightly and looked, and the courtyard of the community came into view. In the courtyard, tall evergreen broad-leaved trees and palm (betel nut) trees were shaking violently in the wind and rain.

　Especially the areca palms, their leaves all leaned towards the wind, like the feathers on an Indian's crown.

　"This weather doesn't seem like the right time to speak the truth," Lao Zhan sighed, "but speaking the truth in a stormy rain is also a unique kind of romance..."

　Old Zhan stared out the window in a daze, thinking of Gorky's "The Seagull". "In "The Seagull", isn't it a storm? Other animals are hiding, only the seagull raises its head to fight the sky. Isn't this a kind of romance?"

　Even the lyrics of "Ninety-nine Eighty-one" say, "Throwing myself into the dust, even when the thunderstorm rages, I still sing." Isn't that pretty much the same idea?

　"Although the main theme of 'The Seagull' is struggle and battle, and has nothing to do with love, isn't the confession of love from one communist to another a kind of love imbued with a fighting spirit? Fighting against feudalism, capitalism, imperialism, and nationalism—the joy is endless!"

　Thinking of this, Lao Zhan turned his gaze back to his phone again, staring at the chat box between himself and Changchun.

　After a long pause, he finally made up his mind and typed, "Yes, this sentence is not only a reciprocal response, but also a confession. To put it bluntly, it means I like you and I want to be with you."

　Changchun, who had been waiting for a while, raised his silver eyebrows when he saw this. He felt relieved and excited at the same time. He thought to himself: "I thought Comrade Zhan was scared... As expected of someone Changchun has taken a fancy to, he finally admitted it~"

　She quickly tapped on the keyboard, wanting to give the most direct reply, but then she changed her mind and decided that a different approach would be better.

　So Changchun changed his tone and said, "Hehe~ Comrade, Changchun doesn't need to use any tricks to lure you in. We don't know when you will break this window paper~"

　Old Zhan realized that he had been tricked by Changchun, so he jokingly asked back, "Okay, our incredibly lovely comrade Changchun got the answer she wanted, so when will her window paper be broken?"

　"Comrade Zhan, you should know Newton's third law, right?" Changchun suddenly asked a very basic physics question.

　"I know, the action of force is mutual." Lao Zhan didn't understand why Changchun asked this. But after just a moment, Lao Zhan understood it instantly.

　"I see. You're not going to say to me, 'You broke your window paper, and mine broke accordingly,' or something like that, are you?"

　Changchun nodded with satisfaction and said playfully, "Yeah, that's right! It seems we are a good match, Comrade Zhan. After all, you can guess what I'm thinking."

　"Hahahaha, we understand each other without a second thought. If lovers don't even have a tacit understanding, then there's no point in being a couple." Lao Zhan laughed.

　"In that case, you have to express something, right? Now that we have opened our hearts, you not only have to say it, but also prove yourself with actual actions. In other words, you have to do something for your girlfriend to prove that you love her." Changchun said.

　Old Zhan frowned slightly and thought to himself, "Tsk... Looks like they're keeping things a secret again. What's Changchun up to?"

　As someone who frequently communicates with Changchun, Lao Zhan quickly figured it out. "I see. You just want to remind me to help you take pictures of the typhoon. I'll go now."

　After saying that, Lao Zhan left the desk and walked to the balcony in the living room, carefully opening the glass door. As soon as the glass door opened a few centimeters, a strong airflow rushed in.

　"Fortunately, my house is not very high, and the surrounding buildings are relatively dense, which blocks a lot of wind. Even so, such a strong airflow still rushes in when I open a small window. I really don't know what will happen to the residents living in high-rise buildings in the newly developed areas..." Lao Zhan sighed.

　Lao Zhan opened the balcony glass door a little bit, so that his arm could just stretch out. Then Lao Zhan opened the camera function on his mobile phone, clicked the record option, and specially adjusted the shooting quality and frame rate to 4K 60fps.

　"This is the episode that takes up the most memory, but for little Changchun, it's all worth it. How dare you say you love her if you don't give the video to the one you love full quality?" After saying this, Lao Zhan held the mobile phone in his right hand and stretched it out through the crack of the door.

　The video lasts about a minute, with the only background music being the roar of the wind. In the video, the horizontal movement of the rain, driven by the strong wind, is clearly visible.

　The movement of the rain actually mirrors the movement of the wind. Densely scattered raindrops drift through the air, rushing in through the spaces between buildings and then immediately passing through them.

　Typhoons have unique beauty in their wind and rain, but they are also dangerous.

　After recording the video, Lao Zhan sent the original video to Changchun.

　The video transmission progress was extremely slow. Lao Zhan checked his phone and found that the WiFi was disconnected. "Strange, why is the WiFi down?"

　Just as he was about to check the cause, he heard his father's voice from behind: "Son, there's a power outage. Dad's cooking rice is in the pot. Now you might have to eat half-cooked rice..."

　In James's opinion, his father's words also explained why the Wi-Fi was down. James asked, "Half-cooked rice? How long until the power goes out?"

　"About ten minutes more," his father replied.

　Lao Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay, I thought it was only half cooked, and if there were only ten minutes left before the power went out, it should be edible."

　The power outage meant that neither Wi-Fi nor mobile data was available. Besides the typhoon, the power outage also had a significant impact. The Zhan family had a unique problem: whenever there was a power outage caused by public factors, the cell phone signal quality would become very poor.

　Lao Zhan looked at the messages that had just appeared, still unsatisfied. Although the network was down, their hearts were still connected. He was still immersed in the enjoyment of chatting with Changchun, and he was still immersed in the joy and excitement of confessing his feelings to Changchun.

　"Ah, for the first time, I feel that the evening and the coming night are so long..." The lack of internet is the number one reason that makes young people irritated. For Lao Zhan, another major reason is that he can't contact Changchun.

　Lao Zhan could only return to his room, turn on the small battery-powered desk lamp, sit in a chair and daydream. Changchun's eyes and smile kept appearing in his mind, stimulating the secretion of his dopamine and hormones.

　"The ship's body can actually communicate via radio because of the equipment installed on it, right?" Lao Zhan looked at the tactical vest he had hung up next to him. There was a Baofeng walkie-talkie in the squad leader's radio bag hanging on it.

　This is not

　It's not a model, but a real radio. Of course, the maximum communication radius of this walkie-talkie does not exceed 3 kilometers; so Lao Zhan doesn't need to verify or register this small radio with the Radio Association.

　"Using this to contact Changchun?" Lao Zhan laughed at himself. "Even if we don't talk about the distance, it should be illegal for civilians to privately send irrelevant radio messages to the military, right?"

　Someone once said that the disappearance of the internet and electricity would eventually lead people back to physical books. So, Lao Zhan sat for a while, finally pulling down a copy of Capital, published by People's Publishing House in 2018 (the hardcover edition commemorating the 200th anniversary of Marx's birth), from the shelf, and resumed reading from where he had left off long ago.

　When James saw Marx's critique of Senior's "last hour" theory, he couldn't help but applaud. "Great! Great critique! I need to understand this part carefully. If my boss wants to use this to defend me at work, I'll just throw it in his face!"

　Many capitalists like to argue that the value created by workers during most of their working hours compensates for the consumption of constant capital, using this as a pretext to argue that reducing working hours will eliminate profits and that the portion capitalists take from workers is only a small portion. Senior's "The Last Hour" is based on this argument.