"Human nature?" Everyone was puzzled.
"Have you ever seen a queue? When the first person or the first group of people line up, most of the people behind will line up. If the first person or the first group of people don't line up, the people behind will also not line up."
Zuo Zhong stood up and walked to the blackboard in the conference room, picked up the chalk and wrote:
"When people are influenced by the behavior of outside groups, they will behave and speak in line with public opinion or the majority of people in terms of their own judgment and understanding. I call it herd mentality."
When he said the last four words, four words also appeared on the blackboard: public opinion and influence.
Everyone in the Intelligence Department seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand completely, so they could only look at him.
Zuo Zhong threw away the chalk, put his hands on the table, stared at everyone and ordered: "Immediately contact all newspapers and periodicals in Jinling through various channels to urge them to publish news reports about the Tiankuang Festival.
Everyone should notice this, and the need to wash clothes and dry them on Tiankuang Festival coincides with the Chairman's New Life Movement. Don't worry about being too abrupt and arousing suspicion. "
When the time is right, let a small number of newspapers and periodicals introduce the Insect King Festival from the perspective of the republic of the five ethnic groups and call on Jinling Banner people to celebrate the festival. Other newspapers will subsequently get involved and build momentum. "
Wu Chunyang had an idea: "This is the role of public opinion, and it is also the herd mentality you mentioned, section chief. Compared with strictly trained Puppet Manchukuo intelligence officers, the people are more easily controlled by public opinion.
Faced with overwhelming news about the Insect King Festival, as long as some banner people start to celebrate the festival, the rest will follow blindly, and our people can even pretend to be banner people, causing the first wave. "
"Yes, the next step is the impact."
Zuo Zhong straightened up: "This gang of traitors must be under tremendous psychological pressure as they lurk in Jinling. When they see the Jinling bannermen celebrating the Insect King Festival, how do you think they will react?"
"Homesick."
"Thinking of the Northeast."
Now everyone understood that the section chief wanted to influence the other party step by step, using the Insect King's Day as an introduction to make the puppet Manchukuo agents feel homesick. The possibility of this happening was very high.
Because from a certain point of view, these second-generation puppet Manchus are also "patriots" who chose to come to Jinling. They are full of fanaticism about restoring the so-called ancestral system.
In this case, when encountering the Manchukuo Festival and seeing the celebrating behavior of the bannermen, even if these people have received strict training, they will definitely have psychological fluctuations.
At this time, the herd mentality mentioned by the section chief reappeared, causing them to act inconsistently with their cover status, and the Intelligence Section could use this to discover puppet Manchukuo agents.
Success is also "patriotic", failure is also "patriotic".
Zuo Zhong sighed: "I admit that this move is a bit despicable, but everyone is their own master and they don't care too much. When you move in enemy-occupied areas in the future, you must be careful not to let public opinion affect your judgment."
Song Minghao immediately objected: "Whatever the section chief said, everyone will punish these traitors. The puppet Manchukuo colluded with the Japanese invaders to split the country. How can we talk about patriotism?"
"Yeah yeah."
Everyone present agreed, and Gu Qi pointedly pointed out: "A puppet country obtained through betrayal is not worthy of talking about patriotism. Chief, you are worrying too much."
Zuo Zhong smiled: "Okay, let's not discuss this issue today. Do you have any questions? If you don't have any, just follow the plan and blow some air on a small amount of newspapers first.
Let’s give friends in the press a start. Moisturize things quietly so that publishing news on a large scale will not appear sudden. It is best to invite some well-known journalists and literati to publish some articles. "
Wu Chunyang frowned and said: "There is just a problem that needs to be solved. Some reporters have always looked down on us spies. I think some special methods must be used, otherwise they will not cooperate honestly."
Everyone's smiles suddenly faded. In this world, if we don't criticize the corrupt and incompetent National Government, if we don't criticize the stupid and unscrupulous bald heads, if we don't criticize the insidious and cunning secret agents, how can we call them conscientious literati of the Republic of China?
This group of people are standard trolls, and they are poor and violent. They will not accept money from them, and they are not afraid of threats. If things get too big and cause a public uproar, this plan will be even more difficult to implement.
This is going to be difficult.
Song Minghao said carelessly: "If we kidnap their children, of course we won't actually hurt them. We just want to scare the elderly and children, and let them go in the end regardless of whether things work out or not."
He thought his idea was a good one. He could cut through the mess quickly. Even if the reporters didn't take care of himself, they should take care of his parents, wife and children. At worst, he would pay more compensation when the time comes.
"It's all bad ideas."
Zuo Zhong glared at this guy. He didn't dare to do such a thing as giving birth to a son without a penis. A scholar's pen is a murderer's knife. If you can't offend him, don't offend him. Otherwise, the high official Ximen will be an example.
Making things up out of thin air and defiling people's innocence is the opponent's specialty. If this matter is exposed, there may be some jokes about Zuo Chong, which will make Zuo Chong lose face to face his ancestors.
He patted the table and said, "Money can help. If you can't bribe some literary journalists, then go bribe their bosses. As long as you make money, these businessmen won't care who we are or what we want to do."
At this point, he added: "Also, don't always talk about bribery in the future. How can the affairs of literati be related to bribery? It is just the cost of polishing their pens."
"Yes, section chief."
Everyone ignored who had said the bribe first, thinking that the section chief's family came from a scholarly family, and he had enough money to polish his writing. Look at how fresh and elegant these words were, without the slightest smell of copper.
Zuo Zhong didn't know that his subordinates were lamenting his family tradition, so he waved his hand: "Okay, you go and do your work first. You have to be cautious and patient. Old Song, please stay here. I have something else to ask you."
"Hey, good section chief."
Song Minghao knew full well why Zuo Zhong kept him, and he was very excited. After that incident, he encountered multiple cases in a row, otherwise he would have taken action long ago, and he couldn't wait for revenge.
He shaved his hair, pulled out his nails, and made himself bite the framed section chief. Thinking about it, he bit his back teeth tightly. This time, instead of beating that kid Liu Gui to death, he, Song Minghao, would take his surname.
Zuo Zhong looked at Song Minghao, whose expression was changing unpredictably, and frowned: "Why are you acting like a face changer here? What news has come from the secret service headquarters recently? It must be accurate.
Your boy has reimbursed hundreds of dollars in expenses, so don't use Xu Enzeng's gossipy news all day long to top up your expenses. I'm not interested in what women he slept with. I just want to know if they have made any big moves recently. "
Song Minghao's heart skipped a beat. He was used to living a hard life. Although he made money from the arms business, the party-state's advantages were in vain, and the reimbursement of several hundred yuan could not withstand careful inspection.
He calmed down and quickly told the news he got from the informant: "Xu Enzeng is like a coward now, staying at the secret service headquarters and not going out. It is said that he practices some kind of silence with others.
The number of people eating in the cafeteria is consistent, there is no large amount of food taken away, there are few records of fleet maintenance, there are no abnormal records of receiving guns, and no one even collects salary on behalf of others. Everything is normal. "
Shut up? everything is normal?
Zuo Zhong didn't believe it. If his guess was correct and there was a traitor in his hands, Xu Enzeng was like a dog that saw a bone. He must be preparing for a big operation. How could there be no movement in one place.
It's just that there is no abnormality in the personnel transfer, and there is no abnormality in the logistics support. Where will the first branch start from, and will it be through the military relationship? No, Commander Yuan wants to kill Xu Enzeng.
Is that the Party Headquarters Investigation Office, a direct descendant of Director Chen? But since what happened to Zhou Wenshan and Liu Juan, the party investigation room has become a lost cause, and they don't have enough ability to act.
Strangely enough, Xu Enzeng became a master and actually learned to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, hide his reconnaissance operations under the water, and use himself to attract other people's attention. This matter became more and more interesting.
Did he cooperate with an outside agency?
Zuo Zhong slowly tapped the table and found an excuse to continue asking: "Does the first department have any contact with other departments, such as the police department and city defense? It is impossible for them to not respond to our power grab."
"Let me think about it." Song Minghao recalled every word said by the insider, and finally shook his head: "At least my people didn't find out, or they kept it strictly confidential. You can just ask if you can.
If they want to fight back, the Jinling Police Department is a link they can't avoid. Director Bai owes a huge favor, so he said that Miyamoto is missing and you haven't found the person, so he will be in big trouble. "
Zuo Zhong thought about it and felt that what Song Minghao said was reasonable. He picked up the phone and was about to answer Bai Wenzhi's call. However, the operator kept saying that the line was occupied and waited for more than ten minutes before he was connected.
"I'm asking for nothing, who are you?"
A deep and deep voice came from the microphone, causing Zuo Zhong to look at the microphone subconsciously. Is this Lao Bai's voice? Those who didn’t know thought it was an announcer from the Central News Agency.
Is it possible that getting promoted can not only improve physiological indicators, but also turn the Shandong Province accent into standard Mandarin? It's really amazing. No wonder everyone is holding back their energy to get promoted.
Zuo Zhong smiled and said, "Haha, I'm Zuo Zhong. I haven't seen you for a few days. Lao Bai, why are you like this? I almost thought I got the wrong number just now. Why don't you speak your hometown dialect?"
In the office on the top floor of the Police Department, Bai Wenzhi's original serious expression changed, and it turned out to be this despicable guy named Zuo. On the surface, he said he didn't care about Miyamoto's life or death, but he secretly went to find someone behind his back.
Aren't you just afraid of taking credit? Bah!
"Ahem~" Bai Wenzhi cleared his throat and continued in Mandarin: "It turns out to be Section Chief Zuo. I wonder if he has any official business with me today. Don't worry. If Bai can handle it, I will never refuse."
Zuo Zhong was not a fool, and he heard the implication. He asked Bai Zhi if he had any business with him, which meant that he only wanted to talk about business matters. He also said that he would never refuse if he could do it, and he would refuse if he couldn't.
Bai Wenzhi must be mentally ill. He really thought that he would be able to yell at him as the police chief. Let alone the district director, even the police secretary would not dare to speak to him in this tone.
Zuo Zhong sneered: "Director Bai has such great authority. It's okay. My principal, Zhu Jiahua, may be transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I wanted to contact you to build a relationship, so let's forget it."
He made some random nonsense and hung up the phone with a snap.
