The Beijing Daily newspaper office is located outside Zhengyang Gate, not far from the front gate fence.
It is a large, antique courtyard.
The large front door is now crowded with people, coming in and out...
Rolls of newspapers exuding the scent of fresh ink are shipped out from here, obviously business is very good.
Of course, business is not the most important thing.
Occupying the position of public opinion and promoting reform proposals are the top priority.
In this regard, the reformists are not stupid.
Most of them are proficient in Western learning and are very familiar with Western brainwashing methods.
Kang Beihai now serves as the Prime Minister's Yamen Zhangjing, and is responsible for carrying out official duties, as well as serving as military counselor and presiding over reform matters.
It can be said that although his official position is not too high, his power is very great.
You can have a hand in anything.
Therefore, it is not difficult to get a spacious four-entry courtyard in a prime location outside Zhengyangmen.
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When Zhang Kun came over, it was the busiest time for the newspaper office, and there was a fiery scene inside and outside.
Some people were writing quickly, while others were vigorous and vigorous. They stood beside the stone lion in front of the gate and announced the contents of the newspaper to the people passing by.
Especially when it comes to the death of a foreigner.
What attracts the most attention these days?
One is a private incident in the palace courtyard, and the other is related to foreigners.
The common people had no entertainment activities, and their only hobby was to listen to gossip and pass the boring time.
I heard about big things like foreigners being killed.
That's okay.
purchase!
As a result, newspapers will become easy to sell.
Even those newsboys who run a small business will feel that they should not lose money on this purchase.
I have to squeeze in even if I have a sharp head, holding a heavy bundle of newspapers, ready to rush to the streets and alleys.
The most beautiful place in the capital, teahouses, restaurants and deep courtyards, are full of scholars.
Most of the foreign newspapers are in English, which is a bit uncomfortable to read. The capital's own newspaper is indispensable.
Especially when something big happens.
"It's broken. We've sold so many. We're late." Wang Jingya was a little dumbfounded when she saw this scene.
With these piles of newspapers shipped out, how many people must know Zhang Kun's reputation as a "vicious dog".
Maybe, one day, the title "evil dog" will immediately replace "crazy knife". It was really bad then and can never be washed away for the rest of my life.
"It's not too late, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing."
Zhang Kun was no longer angry now, and had a smile on his face, but his smile was a bit oozing.
"Sir, I want to buy a newspaper. Today's report on the murder of the warrior chief of the Western Temple is very popular. I will sell more than a hundred copies..."
The guy came up to me.
Zhang Kun waved his hand and asked him to step aside. He walked straight to the counter and looked at the gentle old shopkeeper in a robe and glasses. "I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of your newspaper to discuss a big deal. Please report it as soon as possible. "
After saying that, he pulled up a chair and sat at the door.
Tian Qianli's eyebrows were raised, and he quickly called to Tan Heishan and Zhong Dali, and quickly brought the table. Moreover, they were served with tea and snacks.
Wang Jingya, holding the purple gold hammer that had repaired the potholes in one hand, stood guard at the door.
The bodyguards Chang Lin, Tie Jun, Sister Hua, Yu Xiuxiu and others who followed her were stationed in various places, blocking all the ways in and out.
This posture showed up.
There was a commotion inside and outside.
"There are people who dare to make trouble in the name of the reform sect. Don't you know? Now Mr. Kang is highly regarded by the saints. He is the counselor of the military. He has the power to kill those who obstruct the reform affairs first and then report them. Where did this stupid young man come from?"
"Yes, the soldiers of the Right Army of the Wuwei are guarding the back courtyard. General Yuan's men are extremely elite. I heard they can compete with foreign soldiers. These people are asking for trouble when they come here."
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Listening to the comments from the people around him, a scholar looked horrified and whispered: "You are blind, look..."
As he spoke, he hurriedly opened the newspaper.
The headline on the front page of the newspaper caught everyone's attention with just one picture.
The man in the picture was wearing a long robe, and his blade was dripping with blood. He crushed the giant foreign man's head with one kick.
The demonic intent and ferocious aura in his eyes can make people feel cold even if they are just printed with ink.
How many brains do you have that dare to criticize a ruthless person who even dares to kill foreigners?
The discussion spread like a tide in all directions, and the sound gradually became quieter.
At the same time, some staff inside the newspaper office saw something was wrong and hurried into the inner courtyard to report to the editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief and others.
Someone knocking on the door is a big deal.
"I don't know why the guest officer is here. Our newspaper office only writes articles and publishes newspapers, and does not participate in the grievances of the world? I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. I advise you to leave wisely and don't disturb the business. Otherwise, Wu Wei When someone from the right army comes, it won’t be so easy to talk to.”
The old shopkeeper was quite tough. He was not afraid of Zhang Kun and his group of warriors armed with swords and hammers. Instead, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.
Even if the world gradually becomes chaotic, scholars have always looked down on warriors, thinking that they have no brains and can only be used as swords in other people's hands.
Especially martial arts warriors, in their eyes, are not much different from gangsters.
What they yearn for are high officials and generous salaries, and what they fear is the court and the army, not the warriors in the market.
"I found the wrong person, just your editor-in-chief. Wuwei Youjun, you are talking about Yuan Shuangcheng's Dingwu Army. I wonder if they came to a town, a standard? Or a battalion?"
Eight thousand new troops and five-town armies are now in the capital. Yuan Shuangcheng adopted Western methods to train troops, which became a good story for a while.
This is also the biggest reliance of the reformists.
It is also one of the achievements of Emperor Guangxu's reform.
"Do we need to deal with you few miscellaneous fishes one by one? Get out. The Lord Warlord has an order. The newspaper office is of great importance and cannot make any mistakes."
An officer wearing a black military uniform and a dignified face appeared from the side door of the inner courtyard with a foreign gun, followed by more than 20 people.
When he opened his mouth, he shouted coldly, commanding and prohibiting.
More than 20 soldiers were divided into two rows and spread out in a fan shape. The first row pointed their guns at Zhang Kun and his party, while the second row raised their guns and pressed them against the trigger.
Even if there are more than 20 people, they shoot in two sections, which can be regarded as well-trained. He practiced the contents of the Infantry Drill Code to his core.
"It's so majestic. It seems that this foreign gun gives you confidence."
Zhang Kun laughed and spoke slowly.
"What I hate the most is someone pointing a gun at me. This is the captain, right? I advise you to be cautious, listen to the cause and effect, and ask who I am before you come to talk to me."
He now has some understanding of the military system of this era. This person does not seem to be a guerrilla, let alone a general. At most, he is a leader of the new army. He is so majestic. Yuan Datou seems to have trained well. very nice.
Sure enough, he was worthy of being praised as a general who "knows soldiers" by all the civil and military officials of the dynasty.
In another world, being able to have such great achievements and such a great reputation is not achieved by flattery, but by some real ability.
The trained soldiers look decent.
Appreciation is appreciation, but Zhang Kun doesn't feel that the other party is qualified to point a gun at him.
"I don't care who you are, the Dingwu Army is doing its job, and anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
The officer pointed his gun at Zhang Kun's nose.
He yelled angrily, his finger already on the trigger.
"I really cried for you stupidly."
A trace of blood flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.
With a movement of his body, he reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun. His arm vibrated slightly, followed by a series of clicks and explosions.
The huge force was transmitted from the barrel to the body of the gun, and then to the arm of the black-clothed officer.
His two arms were as if they were loaded with explosives, and his clothes were shattered into pieces of bone and flesh, splattering in all directions like a torrential rain.
It was broken into a pile of rags from the shoulder.
As the officer screamed at the top of his voice, a sneer appeared on Zhang Kun's lips. With another shake of his arm, the foreign gun scattered into a pile of iron blocks and wood.
Dropped to the ground.
The gun had all spread out from its joints, and the bullets were rolling all over the floor.
Those who were watching the excitement around them hurriedly stepped back, and heard the painful cry again, screaming: "Kill him, shoot..."
Bang bang bang bang...
The gun rang out.
The ten soldiers in the front row gritted their teeth and were about to fire, and the back row was also ready.
In the lobby, gunshots sounded like exploding beans.
Zhang Kun flicked his sleeves slightly, and two revolvers appeared in his palms.
The muzzle of the gun moved so fast that the two hands almost turned into shadows.
When the firelight burst out, the ten soldiers in the front row threw their heads back almost at the same time, their brows bleeding.
Without saying a word, he just fell to the ground.
The foreign gun in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
The twelve soldiers in the back row had just raised their spears and were about to aim horizontally when they saw this scene.
All of them were stiff and their scalps were numb.
I dare not move anymore.
"Go on, keep aiming, keep shooting, and then point the gun at me."
Zhang Kun stretched out his hand, and two loaders appeared silently in his palm.
Kacha, stagger the magazine, change bullets, all in one go.
All actions were completed in only half a second.
The two foreign guns were loaded again.
This is a kind of "skillful" skill he acquired after reaching the perfect state of medicine.
Sometimes, medical skills are like embroidery, or even more delicate than embroidery.
The disconnection and connection of blood vessels, tendons and nerves require absolutely stable and absolutely delicate hands.
Especially ten fingers.
It moves delicately and softly, with an indescribable mysterious nature.
The rough work of changing bullets used to take at least a second or two in Zhang Kun...
The firearms at this time were not advanced, and there were too many procedures to use them... If you really met a master, he would have cut you seventeen or eighteen times in the time it took to change bullets, and the swords were deadly.
Even if the roulette wheel rotates for just a moment and the distance between two projectiles is ejected, a real Huajin master can still attack two or three moves.
Therefore, when dealing with masters, Zhang Kun has gradually become less fond of using guns.
On the contrary, it will affect your performance.
Especially in a face-to-face duel with gongs and drums, using a gun is not as refreshing as punching and wielding a knife.
However, when dealing with these ordinary soldiers, based on their reaction ability and the speed of firing guns, even if I slow down ten times, I will still surpass them by a lot.
Using a gun is the best way.
Save effort and worry.
Then, give the biggest blow to the opponent on the level of cognition.
Shooting to kill is not to kill, but to save others.
In Zhang Kun's opinion, by showing off the thunderous means first, he can kill fewer people.
Otherwise, it would really not look good if it really comes to the end and comes to an all-out fight with Yuan Shuangcheng's Right Army of the Military Guard.
"Take their guns off and guard them."
Zhang Kun ordered.
Tian Qianli, Tan Heishan and several new escorts walked over quickly.
The remaining twelve soldiers did not dare to resist at all.
He was shot and held in the corner of the room, not daring to move. It was obvious that his courage had been shaken.
Ten shots were fired, all shot to the head...
As for himself, he couldn't even fire a single shot.
What kind of magical speed is this?
Little do they know that the other party is not only a top marksman, but also a master in martial arts.
This can be seen from the fact that the captain's arm exploded and his firearms were scattered.
Thinking of some gossip circulating during this period.
Even the top soldier who didn't pay much attention to the news in the world and the market clearly woke up at this time.
I vaguely guessed who Zhang Kun was.
The small businessmen, hawkers, literati, newsboys and poets who were watching were all silent at this time.
I didn't dare to speak at all.
The bloody scene made their legs weak from fear, and many people just squatted on the ground and shivered.
No one thought of leaving.
They didn't dare and were afraid of attracting the attention of the evil god in the newspaper lobby.
Of course, I don’t care about some crazy people who want to watch the fun.
The old man who was in charge of the shop had collapsed to the ground with fear, and could only mutter: "Your Majesty the Chief Editor... Your Majesty the Chief Editor..."
"It turns out that I'm not that tough, but why are you so brave enough to slander me at will? You can flatter foreigners yourself, but I can't control everyone in the world. It's not okay to use me as a buffoon to praise others. .”
Zhang Kun chuckled and saw a group of people walking out of the backyard.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked elegant and elegant, and he seemed to have drank a lot of foreign ink.
There were three or four people beside him, also in suits and ties, and two of them were wearing robes.
They are all cultural people.
Decent people.
"Master Zhang, the misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding."
The middle-aged man with glasses glanced at the scene in the lobby and couldn't help but tremble slightly. He resisted the disgusting smell of blood and walked forward in three or two steps.
"Are you the editor-in-chief of the newspaper?"
"I, Tang Wenyuan, as the person in charge of the newspaper, once studied under Master Zhang Jing, Mr. Kang. Not long ago, I returned from studying abroad in the Sakura Country. I didn't know that Master Zhang came here, and I was a little disappointed."
"You actually recognize me? Tang Wenyuan has returned from studying abroad. Then let me ask you, do you review the manuscripts for the publication of this newspaper?"
Zhang Kun suddenly laughed.
One sentence got to the point.
"Well……"
Tang Wenyuan hesitated and didn't know how to answer.
This matter really cannot be concealed, because all newspaper colleagues know about the final draft.
Who wrote each manuscript and who made the final decision are all well-documented.
In fact, if the manuscript is not well written and is suspected of being fraudulently used to defraud manuscript fees, the editor will be held responsible.
Tang Wenyuan is the person in charge of the newspaper, so of course he is the reviewer.
As a student of Lord Zhang Jing Kang Beihai, he even has veto power.
Which manuscript to use, which article to use, and which article to discard can be decided directly.
However, when he was finalizing the draft, he never thought about the trouble of reporting on a random incident, a martial artist, or a white body.
He believes that news, to outsiders, is reality.
From the perspective of an insider, this is actually a story, and it’s not up to him to make it up however he wants... As long as it can make foreigners happy and have a bright future, that’s good news.
When his staff writer handed the article to him, he felt that although the news was written in the right direction, it was too preachy and a bit indifferent.
So I wrote it myself and added a short story.
It's the story of the black dog that bit the man to death.
In this way, it is both thought-provoking and fascinating.
This newspaper is selling like crazy.
"Then I found the right person."
Zhang Kun grinned, making everyone feel chilled.
"No, I just wrote a short story about a black dog hurting people. The manuscript was not written by me, but by He Fangyuan..."
A young man wearing a crisp suit next to him turned pale.
"Tian Qianli, chop off Mr. Tang Wenyuan's head and place it in front of the newspaper office. When will all the newspapers be taken back and when will his whole body be allowed to be buried?"
Write a short story, I will let you write a short story.
Zhang Kun's eyes became colder and colder.
"Yes, Master Zhang."
Tian Qianli suddenly agreed.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the messy thoughts in his mind.
From my past perspective, these people were all superior figures.
They are all cultural people.
He also has a background as an official.
As for himself, he was just the son of a slave of a landlord's tenants, with neither enough food nor clothing to keep him warm. If you go out, you will be trampled in the mud and scolded, and you will kneel down and call "Master".
That day, I entered Fuwuyi School and saw how other people lived...I got to know the words and understood the principles.
He thought to himself that he would never have to live such a damn life again, one day he would make a difference.
As a result, he became somewhat unscrupulous.
What would Zhang Kun be like if he hadn't met him?
He also knew that Zhang Kun always felt that he had no backbone...
However, when you are born in this world and in the mud, how do you have the qualifications to ask for such a thing as backbone?
He envied and longed for it, so he followed behind and worked hard without complaint.
I just want to tell Zhang Kun and the world one day that I, Tian Qianli, am not humble and can become a master step by step even if I stand still.
With thousands of thoughts in his mind, Tian Qianli dragged Tang Wenyuan, held down his head, raised the long knife, and felt infinite joy in his heart: "Mr. Tang, you praise foreigners, confuse right and wrong, and smear your own heroes, you will die. Don’t cry out for injustice.”
"I'm unjust. I just didn't pay attention for a moment and was tricked by this kid He Fangyuan. If you kill me, I won't be convinced if you don't kill him."
Seeing that Zhang Kun was serious and there was no one around to plead for mercy, Tang Wenyuan immediately became anxious: "My teacher is the Prime Minister's Office Zhang Jing, and he is also on good terms with the consul of Eagle Country and the Prime Minister of Sakura Country. You can't kill me."
"Don't worry, no one can escape. I just want to kill you first. When you are in your position, you have to seek your own government. Do you think the person in charge is just playing around?
At this time, you don't even know how to repent, and you even bring foreigners as your backers? Tian Qianli, why are you standing there waiting for a treat? "
Tian Qianli's body shook slightly, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
The sword flashed, and Tang Wenyuan's head rolled to the ground with a swishing sound.
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Please give me a monthly pass.
Seeing as the weather is so hot.
