"Human nature?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Have you ever seen queuing? When the first person or the first group of people is queuing, most people will line up behind them. If the first person or the first group of people does not line up, the ones behind will also not line up."

Zuo Chong got up and walked to the blackboard in the conference room, picked up the chalk and said while writing:

"When people are influenced by the behavior of outside people, they will show their own judgment and understanding in terms of public opinion or behavior and speech that are in line with the public opinion or the majority of people. I call it herd mentality."

When he talked about the last four words, four words appeared on the blackboard, including public opinion and influence.

Everyone in the Intelligence Department seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand completely, so they had to look at him.

Zuo Chong threw away the chalk, supported his hands on the table, staring at everyone and ordered: "Immediately contact all newspapers and magazines in Jinling through various channels to prompt them to publish news reports on Tianzhao Festival.

It is necessary to let everyone notice this, and to wash and dry it on Tianxun Festival, which coincides with the Chairman's new life movement. Don't worry about it being too abrupt and arouse the other party's suspicion."

When the time is right, let a small number of newspapers and magazines start from the perspective of the five republics, bring out the Imperial King Festival and call on the Jinling Banners to celebrate the festival. Other newspapers will subsequently intervene in to create momentum.”

Wu Chunyang had a flash of inspiration: "This is the role of public opinion, and it is also the herd mentality you mentioned in the section chief. Compared with the strictly trained puppet Manchukuo intelligence personnel, the people are more likely to be controlled by public opinion.

Faced with the overwhelming news of the Immortal King Festival, as long as some flag residents start celebrating the festival, the remaining people will follow blindly, and even our people can pretend to be flag residents, causing the first wave."

“Yes, the next is the impact.”

Zuo Chong stood up straight: "These traitors lurking in Jinling must have been under tremendous psychological pressure. When you see the Jinling Banners celebrate the Immortal King Festival, what will they react?"

"Homesickness."

"Thinking of the Northeast."

Now everyone understands that the section chief is going to influence the other party step by step, using the Insect King Festival as the introductory guide to make the puppet Manchu agents feel homesick. The possibility of this happening is very high.

Because from a certain perspective, these puppet Manchukuo second generations were also "patriots" who chose to come to Jinling, and they were full of fanaticism about restoring the so-called ancestral system.

In this case, when encountering the Manchukuo festival and seeing the celebration of the bannermen, even if these people have received strict training, they will definitely fluctuate psychologically.

At this time, the herd mentality mentioned by the section chief reappeared, causing them to make actions that were not in line with the cover of their identities, and the intelligence department could use this to discover the pseudo-Manchukuo agents.

Success is "patriotism" and failure is "patriotism".

Zuo Chong sighed: "I admit that this move is a bit despicable, but everyone does not care about it too much. In the future, you must be careful not to be influenced by public opinion to judge."

Song Minghao immediately opposed: "What did the section chief say? Everyone was able to kill these traitors. The puppet Manchukuo colluded with the Japanese invaders to split the country. Where should I start patriotism?"

"Yeah yeah."

Everyone present expressed their agreement, and Guqi pointed out incisively: "The puppet country obtained by selling the country is not worthy of talking about patriotism. Section Chief, you are too worried."

Zuo Chong smiled: "Okay, let's not discuss this issue today. What else do you have to ask? If not, act according to the plan and first blow the air on a small number of newspapers.

Let’s give friends in the press a head, so that things can be silent. At that time, the large-scale news release will not appear sudden. It is best to invite some famous journalists and literati to publish some articles.”

Wu Chunyang frowned and said, "There is just one problem that needs to be solved. Some reporters never look down on us spies. I can see that some special means, otherwise they will not cooperate honestly."

Everyone smiled and stopped. How could they call a conscientious literati of the Republic of China without scolding the corrupt and incompetent National Government, a foolish bald man, or a sinister and cunning spy?

These people are standard trolls, and they are poor and arrogant. They don’t charge money and threaten them not to be afraid. If things get big, they will cause an uproar in public opinion, this plan will be even more difficult to implement.

This is difficult to deal with.

Song Minghao said carelessly: "If you don't tie up their young family, of course you can't really hurt people. You just scare the elderly and children. No matter whether the matter is successful or not, you will be released in the end."

He felt that his idea was good, and he cut the mess quickly. Even if the reporters ignored him, they would have to take into account their parents, their wives and children. At worst, they would give more compensation at that time.

"Give all bad ideas."

Zuo Chong glared at this guy. He dared not do such a thing ass to give birth to a son without any eyes. The literati's pen and killing knife should not offend him, otherwise Ximen Daguanren is an example.

Fabricating out of thin air and slandering people is the other party’s specialty. If this matter is exposed, some jokes about Zuo Daguanren might appear, which makes Zuo Zhong have the face to face his ancestors.

He slapped the table: "Money is very good, and some literati journalists can't buy it, so they can buy their boss. As long as they have money to make money, these businessmen will do whatever they want."

Speaking of this, he added: "Also, don't talk about bribery at any time in the future. How can bribery be involved in literati matters? That's just the expense of their money."

"Yes, section chief."

Everyone ignored who said the first bribery. I thought to myself that the section chief’s family was a scholarly family, and it was the source of a pen. Look at how fresh and elegant this is said, without a slight smell of money.

Zuo Chong didn't know that his subordinates were lamenting their family style and waved his hand: "Okay, you guys go and do it first, be cautious and patient. Lao Song, stay, I have something to ask you."

"Oh, OK section chief."

Song Minghao knew the reason why Zuo Chong stayed with him, and was very excited. After that, he encountered multiple cases in a row, otherwise he would have taken action long ago and he could not wait for revenge.

Shave your hair, pull your nails, and let yourself bite the section chief. As he thought about it, he bit his back teeth tightly. This time he would not kill that boy Liu Gui, he was the surname Song Minghao and the other party.

Zuo Chong looked at Song Minghao with an unpredictable expression and frowned: "What are you doing? Are you doing this? What news has been made in the agent headquarters recently? It must be accurate.

You kid has reimbursed several hundred yuan for the expenses. Don’t use Xu Enzeng’s gossip news all day long. I’m not interested in what kind of women he slept with. I just want to know if they have taken big actions recently.”

Song Minghao felt a little sad. He was used to living a hard life. Although he had become rich in arms trading, he would not take advantage of the party and the country. He could not take care of the reimbursement of hundreds of yuan in detail.

He calmed down and quickly told the news he got from his eyeliner: "Xu Enzeng is now like a turtle shrouding head, staying at the agent headquarters and not going out. It is said that he practices silent meditation with others.

The number of people dining in the cafeteria is in line with that, there is no large amount of food to take out, there are very few records of fleet maintenance, no abnormal gun collection records, and no salary collection on behalf of others, everything is normal."

Keep your mouth shut? Everything is normal?

Zuo Chong didn't believe it. If his speculation was correct and there was a traitor in his hand, Xu Enzeng would be like a dog who saw a bone. He must be preparing for a big action. How could there be no movement in one place?

But there are no abnormalities in personnel transfers and no abnormalities in logistics support. Where will one place start? And through military relations? No, the Chief Yuan wished he could beat Xu Enzeng to death.

Is that Director Chen’s direct line - the Party Committee Investigation Office? But since the incident between Zhou Wenshan and Liu Juan, the Party Committee Investigation Office has become a loser, and they do not have enough ability to act.

It was strange. Xu En became more and more energetic. He actually learned to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, hid the reconnaissance operation under the water, and used himself to attract the attention of others. This matter became more and more meaningful.

Did he cooperate with external institutions?

Zuo Chong slowly tapped the table, found an excuse to continue asking: "Is there any contact with other departments, such as the police station and the city defense. They cannot react to our power grabbing."

"I think about it." Song Minghao recalled every word the insider said, and finally shook his head: "At least my people didn't notice it, or they kept it strictly confidential, just ask me if you just ask.

If you want to fight back, the Jinling Police Department is a link that they can't avoid. Director Bai owes a huge favor. He just says that Miyamoto's disappearance has not been found by you, and he will be in trouble."

Zuo Chong thought about it and felt that Song Minghao was right. He picked up the phone and was about to answer Bai Wenzhi's phone. As a result, the operator kept saying that the line was occupied and waited for more than ten minutes before it was connected.

"I'm asking Zhi for nothing, who are you?"

A low and thick voice came out of the microphone, causing Zuo Chong to subconsciously look at the microphone. Is this the voice of Lao Bai? Those who don’t know thought it was an announcer of the Central News Agency.

Could it be that being promoted can not only improve physiological indicators, but also turn the Shandong Province accent into standard and standard official language? It's so amazing. No wonder everyone is trying to get promoted.

Zuo Chong smiled and said, "Hehe, I'm Zuo Chong. I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you like this? I almost thought you took 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 originally serious expression changed. He turned out to be the despicable villain named Zuo. On the surface, he said that he secretly went to find someone secretly regardless of Miyamoto's life or death.

Isn’t it just that I’m afraid of taking credit? Bah!

"Cough, huh~" Bai Wenzhi cleared his throat and continued to say in official words: "It turns out that he is Section Chief Zuo. I don't know what official duties he has to ask me today. Don't worry, if Bai can do it, I will never refuse."

Zuo Chong is not a fool. He heard the implication and asked him for any official business. He said that he would only talk about official business. He also said that he would never refuse what he could do, and that he would refuse what he could not do.

I was ill in my brain. I really thought that being a broken police chief would be able to yell at me. Not to mention the mere director, even the police chief would not dare to talk to me in this tone.

Zuo Chong sneered: "Director Bai is such a great official power. It's okay. My principal Zhu Jiahua may be transferred to the Ministry of Interior. I originally wanted to contact you and contact you. Since that's the case, let's forget it."
Chapter completed!