Why does Ying Jiang like to hold press conferences?

The most important point is to promote muscles, and to cultivate roaring tongue and control public opinion. On the eve of the Gulf War, the propaganda slogan proposed by Eagle Sauce at home was "idealism". The main reason why this tone was widely accepted at that time was that Iraq invaded and occupied Kuwait and promoted itself as a savior.

This is the war of public opinion. The Iraq War that broke out in March 2003 was the first live-streamed war in human history. It was the war with the most participation of public opinion media in the history of war. It was also the war with the most intense public opinion war between the two sides, lasting for a long time and the widest audience. People can clearly see the power of public opinion war.

Otherwise, why would the propaganda department have such great power? What you want to see and hear is what they want you to see and listen to, not what you can choose.

Big Mao is relatively straightforward, maybe they didn’t think so much about it. They just wanted to pretend to be x. Even if I was old bean, I was still the strong bear in the cold winter. Who dares to come again!

Moscow and Grozny held a press conference at the same time, with Grachev personally serving as the spokesperson. This guy was still showing off his presence before being beaten down.

Grachev also polished his head with Moss, which could reflect. Standing at the edge, the reporters who were backlit narrowed their eyes without knowing it.

The press conference was open air and was held in an open space in front of the office area. There were about 20 media outlets, all national newspapers and magazines, and there were also people with rabbits.

"Gentlemen, ladies, I'm glad you all come to attend this press conference. I'm the Russian Minister of Defense, Grachev."

The people below applauded politely.

Grachev nodded with a smile and looked at the speech, "This press conference is mainly about announcing something. The Russian army annihilated the rebels and shot Dudaev!" He shamelessly took this matter to his own family. In fact, he didn't know whether Dudaev was alive or dead, but it must appear in the news media that the Russian army killed the rebel leader.

This is called the art of politics, shamelessness.

"We defeated the Chechen rebels and brought Grozny back to the hands of the Federation. The Russian army has the ability and confidence to maintain victory in the war to protect territorial integrity and unity." Grachev read out his feelings with a slight silence.

The Russian journalists below all felt their blood boiling, but there were always people who liked to pour cold water on him at this time, and the Eagle Sauce liked to do this.

BBC reporter raised his hand, "Mr. Minister, can we take a picture of Dudaev's body?"

"Sorry, we used the method of locking information and missile attacks, and he was blown away." Grachev looked very upset when he looked at the other party's big pie face, but he still had to smile and answer with a polite look, occasionally having to make a Western humor, "Maybe, you can't see him anymore, you will go to God, he will definitely go to hell, next."

The second one, he chose an Asian female journalist who looked a little pleasing, but the other party was not as gentle as he looked. The problem was very sharp. "Mr. Minister, according to rumors, the Russian army was able to break through Grozny, and there was the help of the Savior Company behind it. Is this true? What role did the Savior Company play in it? Or is it related to Dudaev's death? "

Grachev's face began to stiffen when the other party started asking. After she asked, the minister's eyes could be eaten. He hates hearing the name of the Savior Company the most now. He is not the purest soldier, but he is not very good at those mercenaries. Moreover, the reporter's words pulled off his fig leaf. Strictly speaking, this is a slap in the face.

"Things are nothing." Grachev was very excited and spoke loudly, "This is the greatest insult to the brave Russian army!"

The word insult is used. This is too heavy. But for the reporters below, you are not afraid of losing your temper, but you are afraid of yourself as if you are like a pool of water. There is nothing to say in the newspaper. Grachev roaring above and pressing the shutter quickly below.

All the questions have been thought of.

"The Angry Russian Defense Minister!"

Simple and clear, and surely eye-catching.

Perhaps he felt too excited, Grachev covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Next."

…

Back in the office, Grachev threw the speech in the trash can, then picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there were water stains on the corner of his mouth. After drinking, he placed the cup heavily on the table, "Damn it, that bbc's bitch should be sent to Africa..."

Suddenly, his voice stumbled. The officials who were listening to his complaining were stunned. Then he raised his head and looked at Grachev. He saw that he was holding the table in pain, stretched out his hand and pressed his neck hard, and his face turned red soon. That was not the case. His eyes began to roll up and unknown white liquid spit out from the corners of his mouth.

When everyone saw this, they were panicked. They were rushing to die!

"Quick! Call the doctor!"

Everyone carried him out of the office in panic, and there happened to be a group of reporters visiting at the door. This was originally an event. Everyone looked at the Russian army's spoils. The reporters and friends all thought it was relaxing, but who knew that a big news came suddenly!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

This shouting stimulated the gossip of these uncrowned kings. They stood up like this, raised the camera, and the spotlight kept flashing.

The adjutant, Glachev's nephew, ordered the guards to push the reporter away with an ugly face, and was too lazy to say anything to warn him. Now I pray that uncle won't have any trouble!

But things went against my wishes. When I was sent to the infirmary, the doctor looked at the generals standing next to me with a numb scalp and swallowed his saliva.

"Sorry, gentlemen, Minister Grachev, is dead." As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he found that his feet had left the ground, and his back hit the wall, which almost spit out the overnight meal, and his eyes were very disobedient.

"impossible!"

There was such a roar in his ears. A major looked at him with a fierce look on his face. Judging from his posture, he might have to take out his gun.

The other senior officers behind him reacted and quickly pulled the major away, his face also looked very bad. The Minister of Defense was dead!

Moreover, this death is obviously a problem. When you think of the cup of tea you just drank, the sensitive person hurriedly shouted, "Keep the glass of water in the office, and report it to Comrade Yeltsin."

After all, everyone present had seen the world. After having a backbone, everyone calmed down. Some people took out their weapons and walked back to the office, while others started to call.

Anyway...there is only one news, Grachev is dead!

The news was first called to the president's office. Yeltsin was still passionate at the press conference. He was a man who was eloquent. He was so happy that he couldn't help but chat. The secretary below was so anxious that he couldn't help but go on stage and lay in his ear and said a few words.

The reporters below suddenly became excited because Yeltsin left nervously.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, the press conference is over." After saying that, the secretary signaled to the security staff beside him and asked the reporter to leave.

Big news!
Chapter completed!