The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

Moreover, the Suyan Revolution started more than 20 years earlier than in other continents. This is a generation gap. The appearance of the new and old people is different from that in other countries, which also created a completely different social structure.

Su Yan's new generation, those young cadres in their twenties and thirties, grew up under socialist education. They have simple thoughts and firm beliefs. Compared with the revolutionary veterans who experienced the old society, their actions are less mixed with personal interests, more willing to contribute to the collective cause, and are firm supporters of the socialist cause.

However, precisely because of this, the revisionists turned their attention to the cultural and ideological fields, attempting to undermine the foundations of socialism through covert means.

They did not directly question Su Yan's system or policies, but under the guise of "promoting traditional culture" and holding high the banner of "theory of human nature", they incited a specious trend of thought.

In their literary works, they sang praises to the so-called "benevolent rule" of ancient emperors and generals, promoted the "order and morality" of feudal society, and took the opportunity to weaken the status of class struggle in literature.

In dramas, films and television, the gentry and landlords of the feudal era are glorified by describing their "diligence" and "kindness". Through the stories of individual "honest officials", the public's understanding of the nature of the old society is blurred.

In the field of education, attempts were made to weaken the content of class struggle by revising textbooks, emphasizing "personal struggle" and "freedom", stressing that if a person does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth, and opposing collectivism.

Faced with such a complicated situation, Wang Chunjiang did not back down.

He is not fighting alone.

Although Li Runshi has retired to the second line and seems to be indifferent to worldly affairs, this revolutionary will still give him the answers to many questions as long as he goes to ask him.

There are also those young cadres who grew up under socialist education. They are fearless, daring to take risks, and dare to work hard. Even if they are asked to raid the homes of the veterans, they dare to do it!

Under Wang Chunjiang's deployment, relevant departments of Su Yan quickly launched a counterattack in the cultural field.

An article titled "Comment on the New Historical Drama "The Dismissal of an Incorrupt Official"" was published in the Su Yan Literature and Art Newspaper.

The article directly points out the glorification of the image of "honest officials" in the play, deeply analyzes the fact that "honest officials" are essentially safeguarding the interests of the landlord class, and criticizes the tendency of literary and artistic creation to blur the class struggle with the image of "honest officials".

This article was like a stone thrown into a lake, sparking heated discussions across the country.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Body: Chapter 229 We are the elders, this country is ours

Wang Chunjiang's deployment seemed insignificant at first glance.

Many people originally thought that he would openly confront those revolutionary veterans, but in the end, he just had someone write a critical article.

Moreover, this article was not published in a national publication such as the Su Yan Daily, but only in a newspaper in a single cultural field such as the Literary Gazette.

Of course, out of respect for him, many elders read the newspaper first, wanting to see what he could accomplish.

...

In a quaint and quiet courtyard, the morning sunlight shines through the branches and leaves of the ancient locust tree in the courtyard, sprinkling on the table in patches, making the cup of freshly brewed Longjing tea appear even greener.

The aroma of tea rose up, but it failed to dispel the gloom in Hua Xiongmao's heart.

The subordinate gently placed a copy of the Literary Newspaper on the table and whispered, "Marshal, this is the newspaper."

"Leave it alone."

Hua Xiongmao reached out and picked up the newspaper. The touch of the newspaper was rough and thin, and as familiar as a daily routine.

He casually opened it and frowned slightly.

The title of the article is nothing new and the signature is a completely unfamiliar name.

He glanced at the content and saw that it was full of criticisms of this and that, which made him lose interest.

Without reading a few lines, he threw the newspaper aside, and the paper slid to the corner of the table and almost fell to the ground.

His adjutant, who was also his junior, stood aside and caught the hint of impatience in Hua Xiongmao's expression. He asked cautiously, "General, is there anything wrong with this article?"

"A new official has three things to do upon taking office, but he uses this article to fool people?" Hua Xiongmao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said coldly.

Although Hua Xiongmao comes from a military background, he has long lost his former recklessness and bloodiness.

Power trains people, and as he has held military power for decades, he naturally knows how to play this chess piece of power.

Over the years, he has promoted countless capable subordinates and placed his descendants in important positions in various military regions. His power is intertwined and has long formed a huge interest group. The foundation of this group is this towering tree.

He really enjoyed the feeling of being able to make clouds and rain with just a flip of his hand.

If he were in the feudal dynasty, he would at least be granted a title of "King of the North and East".

Unfortunately, in the socialist era, especially in Su Yan, no one dared to publicly shout out similar restoration slogans.

That person...although he is retired, he is not dead yet.

Therefore, these veterans have only been able to act within the rules and regulations over the years.

As long as these rules and regulations remain unchanged, this power will not belong entirely to him.

After all, in name, the highest power holder in the army is the first secretary, not a certain marshal, and this has always been his hidden pain.

This change of leadership was originally a great opportunity for him to change this situation.

He thought that with his qualifications and prestige, even if he could not take the position himself, he could at least get a division of power at the cost of taking a step back.

But I didn’t expect that the person sitting in that position in the end was actually Wang Chunjiang!

Doesn't he know who Wang Chunjiang is?

When he was a general, Wang Chunjiang was just a little kid in the school!

Hua Xiongmao originally thought that after Li Runshi retired, the only people who could compete with him would be Gao Tu, Wang Weilin, Yao Wuchang, or at worst old friends like Jiang Daoli and Zhou Xuesheng.

The only person I didn’t expect was that it would be Wang Chunjiang.

According to seniority, it would never be Wang Chunjiang's turn!

But it was this little kid who sat in that position!

How is he inferior to this little kid!

This dissatisfaction was like a thorn in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He clenched the teacup in his hand, unconsciously increasing his strength, and the lid and the rim of the cup made a crisp "clang" sound.

He took a deep breath, put the teacup down heavily, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"I want to see what this little kid can do."

"Culture?" He snorted coldly, "What culture? The barrel of the gun is the root."

“What kind of waves can an article create?”

...

...

In an office in a southeastern province, sunlight shines through the blinds onto the large desk, making the neatly arranged classic works on the side appear solemn and quiet.

Yao Wuchang sat behind his desk, leaning back in a chair, looking quite relaxed. He held a copy of Literary Gazette in his hand, and the sound of pages being flipped was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"The article is well written," he said slowly, with a meaningful smile on his face, "It should also be He Qing's work."

But then, he put down the newspaper and shook his head gently: "But this kid is too naive. Do you think you can convince us with just a few empty words?"

The secretary standing beside him stood straight and asked cautiously, "Secretary Yao, is this article... worthy of attention?"

Yao Wuchang looked up at him with an indifferent expression, and slowly closed the newspaper, neither hurried nor slow, like a wise man who had seen all the ups and downs of life facing a naive temptation.

"Worthy of attention?" He chuckled, with a hint of contempt in his tone, "Don't pay attention to it. An article is just an article. No matter how beautifully written it is, it's nothing but empty talk."

He casually placed the newspaper on the corner of the table, as if he had discarded a meaningless object, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. The sound was rhythmic and short, as if he was thinking about something.

The only thing we need to worry about is whether Li Runshi is the one behind this.

Even... the one who's paying attention.

Yao Wuchang had followed that man during the Jiujiang Uprising when Su Yan's party was penniless, so compared to others, he knew more about how terrifying that man was.

Even if it was Li Runshi, he had the confidence to give it a try.

But if Wang Chunjiang’s backer and confidence is that person...then he will just raise his hands and surrender.

But now it seems that there is no need to worry too much.

After all, he had retired decades ago and no longer interfered with Su Yan's political direction. Li Runshi had been in power for so many years and he had never made a move. If Wang Chunjiang took over, he would naturally not do so.

After a moment, he stood up, pulled his sleeves, and waved to his secretary: "Prepare the car, I have more important things to do today."

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Zhou Xuesheng learned the content of the article through his own channels before this issue of "Wenyi Bao" was published.

When the newspaper was delivered to him, he just glanced at the headline indifferently, put it aside, and continued to discuss matters with several local cadres around him.

"Mr. Zhou, this article might be targeted." A close confidant beside him seemed a little restless. After hesitating for a moment, he still reminded in a low voice.

"Targeted?" Zhou Xuesheng smiled, his eyes deep. He casually pushed the newspaper to the other end of the table and chuckled, "You can take a look. What's written here is just polite words. If you want to criticize us, don't you know your own weight?"

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to the window, his sight falling on a high-rise construction site not far away.

"An article won't cause any big stir. But..."

His tone was calm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact, but he changed the subject and added a hint of caution: "We still have to be careful and see how he makes this move next."

In his view, Wang Chunjiang's current actions are nothing more than a trick of "young people wanting to show off" and have no impact on the real power structure.

But a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit, and he will not underestimate his enemy.

More importantly, he still couldn't figure out how Wang Chunjiang had managed to suppress all of them and sit in that position.

Is it really just luck?

We have to wait and see what Wang Chunjiang will do next to find out whether this young man is a little white rabbit or a fierce tiger.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body Problem: Chapter 230 The Second Revolution, a great revolution in the field of ideology and culture!

The night enveloped the capital, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided, and only a few lights flickered in the streets and alleys.

That night after the article was published, Wang Chunjiang stayed alone in the office, the light reflected on the pile of documents on his desk, casting dim shadows.

There were several political theory books on the small bookshelf next to the desk, the covers of which were worn out from long-term reading. In the corner of the spine, a powerful signature could be vaguely seen, a concise "Mu" character.

This familiar handwriting seemed to remind him all the time of the responsibilities he shouldered and the path he pursued, making him unwilling to slack off in the slightest.

After filing the sorted materials into different categories, Wang Chunjiang leaned back in his chair for a while and sighed softly, but he did not show any sign of tiredness.

He casually opened a drawer, took out several draft plans, and spread them out on the table. The light shone on the paper, and the words written in ink and the strategies outlined in the drafts were the result of his careful consideration over the past few days, and every word and sentence was sharp.

After nearly forty years of development, Su Yan has already formed "mountains" of various sizes.

These "mountains" are like ancient trees with tangled roots, deeply rooted in the soil of the system, hidden in the cracks of the system, entangled with each other, forming a huge and secret network.

Anti-Rightist Movement, Four Cleanups, Anti-Corruption...

Each purge was like a violent storm, with great momentum, but it could not uproot these mountains. After each storm, they always recovered in some way, growing again like weeds, and even becoming more stubborn, continuing to solidify the old power structure.

After all, behind these mountains are the veterans who are lying on the credit book.

These people were the pioneers who fought in the Suyan revolution, the heroes who led Suyan out of the ruins, and the role models that Wang Chunjiang respected when he was young.

Wang Chunjiang used to habitually call them "brother" and "uncle", and even subconsciously revealed a hint of admiration and dependence on some occasions.

But gradually, these people became strangers.

"You guys, how did you become like this?"

Wang Chunjiang didn't say it out loud, but just asked quietly in his heart.

He put down the documents in his hand, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Those familiar faces appeared in my mind one after another, but they all carried an inexplicable sense of distance, as if covered with a thick layer of dust.

They were not like this when Secretary Mu was here.

At that time, these people might have their own interests in mind, but at least they would not be as unscrupulous as they are now. Mu Yuan's existence is like a lamp, shining on them, making them dare not sneak into the shadows, and at least a trace of idealism can be seen in them.

But now...

In private occasions, during casual conversations, and after dinners, those people spoke the "truth" with smiles on their faces and the smell of alcohol in their words.

"I have fought for this country for so many years, so what's wrong with enjoying myself?"

"We conquered this world, so what if we have some privileges?"

"I just married a few more concubines to continue the family line. Is there any need to make a big deal out of it?"

"Bridge, fine wine, luminous cups, don't stop, keep playing and dancing!"

When they said these words, their expressions were calm, even with a hint of pride and self-righteousness.