Continuing forward, I saw four two-story buildings on the seaside from a distance.
The old man looked over there, stopped, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "That's the Victoria Detention Center, also known as the Mount Davis White House. Do you know what this place is?"
Lin Xiaoguang nodded: "I know, the Hong Kong Government's Zhazi Cave."
Everyone who grew up under the red flag knows about the Zhazi Cave, a hell on earth, but not many people know about the White House on Mount Mount. He happens to know this. In later generations, this detention center was converted into a tourist attraction. It has a very poetic name, called
Guanlan Pavilion at sunset.
"That's right." The old man smiled happily: "After the September 18th Incident, the Japanese army occupied the three eastern provinces. The British troops stationed in Hong Kong realized that they needed to strengthen the defense of Hong Kong, so they planned to build a new fort near the old Mount Davis Fortress.
The Jubilee Fort was only repaired when Germany invaded Poland. When the Pacific War broke out and the British troops stationed in Hong Kong surrendered, the fort was also blown up."
"After the war, the fort was converted into the Victoria Detention Center, which was affiliated to the Political Department of the Hong Kong Police Force. Anyone suspected of engaging in espionage operations and subverting the control of the Hong Kong government would be detained here and interrogated."
"Many of our comrades were imprisoned here during the June 7th period."
The old man looked deeply and sighed: "You said it is the garbage hole of the Hong Kong government, and the description is really apt."
Lin Xiaoguang was silent.
"When people get old, they always like to remember the past. Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go back."
As the sun sets, the sun sinks completely into the sea, leaving only the sunset hanging on the horizon, leaving a trace of light.
After returning from outside and returning to the house again, the old man sat on a wicker chair, looked down at the manuscript in his hand, and then stared at him with a smile: "I just took a brief look at it. This book is well written. What? Are you trying to bribe me?"
Me, an old man?”
"Yes, it's a bribe."
He simply nodded: "If it weren't for you, I would have to stay in the small dark room for a few days. I won't dare to accept money from now on. I will give it to you for free without any royalties, so as not to attract any attention."
"It sounds like there's a lot of resentment, doesn't it?"
"My integrity is not afraid of the shadow, and I have a clear conscience. However, why is it so difficult to do something for the country? There are always people holding me back. Seeing that I have done many things and achieved many results, they want to hinder me. Mr. Zhai,
To be honest, I'm a little tired and want to take some time to rest." Lin Xiaoguang was helpless.
"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. You are young and energetic, and you really need to sharpen your edge more. However, rest is not necessary. As long as people have too much time, they will be useless."
"Well, you are barely considered a talent. How about coming to Xiangjiang Commercial Daily?"
Lin Xiaoguang was moved in his heart, but shook his head. Party media mouthpieces, there are too many things to pay attention to, especially in Hong Kong, a British territory, and we must be even more vigilant. The more restrictions there are, the more things we can do will become extremely limited.
It's far worse in China.
But if he couldn't object directly, he would laugh: "Mr. Zhai, you are just poaching someone."
"They are all serving socialist modernization. What is poaching? If you really want to come, I will go to your general manager and ask for someone." The old man said with a smile.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Am I kidding you?" The old man was a little angry: "As for your writing on The Rise of Great Powers, your writing skills are not enough to be an editor-in-chief, but you can still do it as a deputy editor-in-chief."
"To be honest, a newspaper cannot rely solely on the serialized novels in the supplements. The most important thing cannot be lost. Everyone's news is similar. The only thing that can be compared is the columns. I saw what you wrote and I think it is OK.
How about opening a column and publishing similar articles, and if you come over, I'll put you in charge of this matter, and fix your deputy director-level remuneration by the way?"
The old man stared at him with burning eyes and said seductively.
Lin Xiaoguang was slightly tempted, then thought for a moment and said: "The book The Rise of Great Powers is actually an enlightenment book. It is for people who are literate but don't know much about Western countries. The elites in Xiangjiang will not read this.
The influence is limited, so..."
"What are you talking about?" The old man interrupted him: "You have forgotten that we are following the mass line. As long as this kind of article can win the approval of ordinary citizens in Xiangjiang, it is equal to success."
Lin Xiaoguang was slightly startled.
"You are always right. However, this book has nearly 400,000 words, and it is serialized 3,000 times a day. It will end in 130 days at most. What will happen to the subsequent columns? If there are no similar articles with good quality that meet the conditions,
If the dog's tail continues to follow the mink, it will be troublesome."
"Why do you care so much? We'll talk about it later. Besides, you can come here as both a deputy editor and a columnist, so you can get the best of both worlds. Isn't it just right?"
"Old man, I may not have that much time." He was helpless.
"There will always be time and squeeze."
Lin Xiaoguang sighed: "Do you really want me to go to Xiangjiang Commercial Daily? My editor-in-chief, my organizational relationship is still with the Ministry of Foreign Trade. I am in the foreign trade system. Now you want me to go to Xiangjiang Commercial Daily.
Once I cross over to the publicity system, I won’t be able to go back to the foreign trade system in the future.”
"Yes, then you should think about it carefully. When you have figured it out, tell me and I will ask for someone."
The old man smiled: "Hua Run doesn't know how to cherish talents. We cherish them. If you are wronged in Hua Run, you come here. The door of Xiangjiang Commercial News will always be open to you."
"Old man..." Lin Xiaoguang was a little moved.
"Stop acting like a child, be a man and be more free and easy." The old man looked at him kindly.
"Okay." His eyes were slightly red.
Back at the house, they sat down. A young woman heard the noise and came out of the kitchen. The old man introduced her to him: "My daughter, Zhai Ying, is an editor at Wenhui Po. You can call her sister."
"Hello, Sister Zhai, I'm Lin Xiaoguang." He showed a harmless smile.
Zhai Ying blinked: "Sit down first, dinner will be served soon."
Then he went back to the kitchen.
After a while, the meal was finally served. Zhai Ying brought out the rice. Lin Xiaoguang did not sit like an uncle and ran to the kitchen to serve the dishes. Sang'er's rice, three dishes and one soup, braised three delicacies, green pepper and potato shreds, and Kung Pao chicken.
Ding, the seaweed soup is quite hearty. The food is placed on the table and we start eating.
During the meal, they were chatting casually. Zhai Ying was very curious about him and asked, "I just picked up the manuscript on the coffee table and read it."
"The heroes that Chang'an Jun wrote before were from the Ming Dynasty, Kunlun was from the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and Shuanglong was from the Tang Dynasty. The Buddhist version and Zhu Xian are relatively different. One is about the ancient world, and the other is about the world of immortals. Why did you think of writing about the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States this time?"
The old man stared at him with burning eyes, also very curious about this question.
As a copyist, he always picked the more classic ones and copied them. There was no reason. After thinking about it, he replied: "The Double Hundred Policy of the year before last, a hundred schools of thought contended, and a hundred flowers bloomed. This reminded me of the pre-Qin philosophers contending, Taoism, Confucianism,
The Legalists, the Mohists, the Yin-Yang School, and the Strategists were the era of great ideological explosion. Since then, such grand events have rarely been seen."
"I'm just remembering those turbulent years in a different way."
"You are so awesome." Zhai Ying held her chin with her hands, looking at him with admiration like a little girl.
Lin Xiaoguang, a young mature woman in her twenties and seventies, occasionally acted like a little girl, which was a bit too much for her.
"Average, average..." He chuckled.
After the meal was over, they chatted for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, he said goodbye and left.
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