Chapter 5 2.same desire

Whoever desires the same from top to bottom wins. - "Sun Wu · Conspiracy to attack" Withdrawing from the icy roof of the world to the hot Asian Games, I was anxiously waiting for hot and cold periods. "I have to go to the bay to die." I murmured over and over in my heart, "at least my bachelor status has an overwhelming advantage." In view of the many years of fighting and killing, I have a profound friendship with the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau. Xinhua News Agency asked me to be in charge of "emergency incidents", which means that once something is blown up, I should appear on the scene immediately.It can be seen that my pervasive genius was officially recognized at that time, but the entire Asian Games did not show the expected impact of "hostile forces".The only thing that highlights my genius is the candid photo of Chairman Mao's grandson Wang Xiaozhi.

I sat in the large working room of the photography department of Xinhua News Agency, the main news center of the Asian Games, and sold Xinhua News Agency photos to colleagues from the Associated Press, Reuters, Agence France-Presse, and Kyodo News Agency.Since I finished filming the opening ceremony of the Asian Games, I have declared unemployment, because I am in charge of "unity, friendship, progress" and emergencies.But the four badges hanging around my neck will not help me in any activities in the Asian Games Village.Two days ago, Samaranch was invited to a banquet in the Great Hall of the People. Taking advantage of Zhang Baifa’s introduction to Chen Xitong and Wu Shaozu about my audacity in Liubukou on June 3, 1989, I participated in one copy, and sent him another four pages at noon yesterday. Wen Chuan complained that I couldn't move an inch in the Asian Games Village.This morning, Asian Games spokesman Wu Chongyuan informed me that Zhang Baifa had given me the privilege of being a "reporter in the village", but the experience just now told me: even Ding Weijun pointed to his nose and said that he was listed as the first "Xinhua News Agency Donald Duck" Don't even think about stepping over the cordon.My "privilege" is the same as that of the Chinese and foreign journalists covering the Asian Games.

"Duck, here comes the deal!" On this day, Uncle Wan shook a page of his biography, grinned at me with a smirk, and motioned for me to pass.Wan Bo was the "general coordinator" of the Asian Games reporting group of the photography department. I thought he was teasing me again, but I dubiously took the text and saw that it was a photo of Chairman Mao's grandson working as a waiter in the Asian Games Village that the Paris branch urgently needed. "No way," I blurted out, but Uncle Wan ordered viciously, "You try to recruit me." His black eyes were extremely cunning.

I searched all the clues I could find, and finally found out that Chairman Mao's daughter Li Na had an 18-year-old son named Wang Xiaozhi, a second-year student at Beijing Foreign Affairs Vocational High School, and now working as a waiter in the Asian Games Village.But in the face of the huge and complex Asian Games Village, which is full of forbidden areas, I have no idea what to do.I went to the village chief’s office first to apply, and the staff cut straight to the point: “Wang Xiaozhi is not allowed to interview.” Even if I used Su Qin and Zhang Yi’s skills to explain that Wang Xiaozhi best embodies “unity, friendship, and progress,” it didn’t work.After wandering around the village all day, I found out that "Wang Xiaozhi seems to be in Building No. 10".But the Asian Games Village is all arranged according to ABCD, and there is no building No. 10 at all.

Smelling the aroma of the dishes in the athlete's restaurant, I dragged my tired legs back after being an angel on the road all day.Suddenly I heard someone shouting "Donald Duck" in unison behind me. I followed the sound and found that it was Ma Wenge and Qiao Hong from the table tennis team.I spent more than three months with them during the 40th World Table Tennis Championships in West Germany, and we have a deep friendship.These guys dragged and dragged me to the J building of the Chinese team's residence, but none of the four badges I wore allowed me to enter any buildings in the village.Looking at the armed police in front of me, I suddenly realized that Building J, which is the tenth letter in English, is Building No. 10.

The next day, the text reporter Liang Jinxiong and I took the opportunity of interviewing Wang Zhen to give the Chinese team a gift and went to the gate of Building J again. The protocol officer of the Asian Games Village, Wang Dabo, who accompanied us was an alumnus of the Department of State Affairs of Peking University. Although he had arranged for the Chinese team Officials greeted us at the entrance of the building, but they insisted on not allowing us to enter the building.I sat down on the steps and took out my wireless phone to look for the village head. The guard said he would ask for instructions again.Five minutes later, we finally entered Building J, but there was no Wang Xiaozhi in the building.The result was disappointing. I took out my "advertisement" (printed with my mobile phone number and copies of interviews with me by China Youth Daily, Hong Kong Ming Pao, West Drur newspaper, etc.) and distributed it to the security guards, and then left angrily. .

As soon as I got back to the office, the phone rang, and a vicious voice called me by name: "Just now you were distributing illegal printed materials in the Asian Games Village, come to the headquarters in Building J right away." I thought the voice sounded familiar, so I asked, "You Who is it?" "I'm your big brother!" I was so happy when I heard it, this "big brother" is my best friend in the dormitory of Peking University for four years. department.I learned from my elder brother that Wang Xiaozhi is in Building K. Just after dawn, I went to the entrance of Building K to take pictures of the building manager seeing off the Japanese gymnastics team, and then took pictures of the vocational high school students who served here.The next day, I took the Asian Games Express with my photo to the director of Building K, hoping to take some more vivid pictures, but the building leader said that I must have a building entry card issued by the police.

At noon that day, I managed to get the letter of introduction from the village office to allow me to go to the I, J, and K buildings to interview "Unity, Friendship and Progress", and took it to the security headquarters to apply for admission to the building.Coincidentally, before I could sit still, several senior police officers came in from the headquarters. The leader shouted at me when he saw me: "Why is Donald Duck here again? You must pay attention, this guy is capable!" It’s a good thing, but I also like to stab people.” The person who came was Liu Shangyu, the dean of the Police Academy.At this time, my eldest brother who shared my room with me for four years in Peking University also took the opportunity to count my "bad deeds", and everyone booed and made everyone happy.Such an ups and downs almost got in my way, so I quickly shouted: "Director Liu (Liu was originally the director of the office of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau), today I was ordered by my superiors to film solidarity and friendship. The procedures are complete, not bombing the Great Wall ( Two years ago, a couple of extramarital affairs committed suicide with explosives in Badaling, and the exclusive photos I posted made the police bureau very upset), don’t worry, let my elder brother watch me.” Then he pulled the elder brother up and left, and the elder brother watched My backpack was heavy: "Wait a minute, I'll ask two brothers to carry the machine for you." Just like that, I entered K building triumphantly.

We took the elevator straight up to the top floor of Building K, where the security staff's studio is located.I didn't expect to run into an acquaintance from the Xicheng Criminal Police Team here again, who repeatedly asked me to "slightly collapse" (stay for a while), chatting for more than half an hour before starting to work.I started from the 13th floor, and took photos whenever I saw people. In fact, this camera has no film at all.I found that there are four waiters on each floor. By the time I got to the 10th floor, the brothers who followed me had already lost interest.At this time, I just entered the battle state. My elder brother just hinted to me that Wang Xiaozhi is on the ninth floor, but I still don't know what Wang Xiaozhi looks like.

I walked up to the ninth floor cautiously, and the four cleaning waiters hurried to the other end of the building as soon as they saw me.I deliberately walked forward slowly, but all my attention was on the other side of the building.When I chased to the other end, there was only one of the four waiters left.The lad was leaning against a door, watching me warily. "I can't do this job," I said to him first, "I'm from Xinhua News Agency, and they asked me to report 'unity, friendship and progress'. Where can I find it? Thanks to these police buddies who helped me carry it The machine must have been exhausted and collapsed." The young man smiled politely at me, "It's quite heavy." I took out a "Asian Games Express" from my photography vest, pointed to a photo on it and said, "Thanks to When I ran into you Meng Jing, my little buddy was very helpful, so I made an appointment. But today, there is no rice in the pot.” The young man took the newspaper in my hand: “It’s really Meng Jing.” We chatted together like this.Seeing him staring enviously at the Nikon F3 on my neck, I simply took it off and asked him to press it a few times.The sound of a shutter made the door crack open behind him, and three waiters filed out, swarming over my camera like any curious boy would.One of them, a 1.8 meter young man, knows a lot about cameras and claims to have a Pantax at home. His innocent and smart appearance reminds everyone of their middle school days.I have noticed that he has no ID card on his chest, while the other three have their badges neatly pinned to their jacket pockets.We chatted from the camera to the M-1 Abrams tank in the Gulf, and I found that the badgeless man had a wealth of extracurricular knowledge and manicured nails.Finally, I asked them if they could cooperate with me like Meng Jing did, and the boys said in unison: "No problem!"

I followed them, cleaning the room, making quilts, and delivering ice... The Nikon F3 in my hand rattled and roared, and my hands trembled with excitement.It may be that I stayed on the ninth floor for too long. A man who looked like a teacher called away the young man who didn't wear a badge. His mysterious expression scared me.I pretended to be calm and thanked the waiters for their cooperation, and said that I would send them newspapers and photos. For this reason, I wrote down the names on their badges one by one: "Su Yanjun, Mai Xiaolei, Li Liang." Then I asked casually: "What's the name of the buddy who left just now?" At this moment, my heart jumped into my throat, and I held my breath like a prisoner waiting for the sentence. "Wang Xiaozhi." One of them answered me straightforwardly, sending me into the floating clouds. I walked down the eighth floor slowly, plunged into the elevator, first went up to the 12th floor, and then hurriedly got into the elevator at the other end of the building.In the elevator, I turned on the fast rewind switch of the MD-4 motor, quickly took out the film just taken, and stuffed it into the interlayer of the Antarctic pants.After that, a new film was loaded into the camera and "slapped" for three shots.When I walked out of the K building and let the cold wind blow, I realized that my shirt was already soaked, but my legs were extraordinarily brisk.I held the camera in my hand and took pictures of the friendly scene downstairs in the K building, and then left quietly.On the way, I called the headquarters with a wireless phone, and it was Wan Bo who answered the phone again: "Wan Bo, I got it, but you have to take out some comfort items." "Okay! Boy." Wan Bodeng hung up immediately Phone, you can imagine his pride.I bet we're going to beat the Midland and Reuters again.I found out afterward that this photo of "Wang Xiaozhi" was the most expensive photo sold during the Asian Games. Before I knew it, the bulletproof vest allocated to me by the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau had arrived.In my spare time, I was busy learning Arabic with a group of girls from the Department of Eastern Languages ​​of Peking University. At the same time, I was stepping up to develop friendly relations with several Arab students recommended by the Department of Political Science and Economics of Peking University. In fact, they were so friendly that it was unbearable. Finally, the director Mu Qing gave an order to "implement it item by item" and sent me into the colorful clouds. Ke Linwei, a colleague from the photography department, found a five-star red flag and sewed it on my photography vest, capitalizing "People's China·Xinhua News Agency" in Arabic "; A lady named Li Ying from the International Department got a first-aid kit from her husband in the 301 Hospital, and prepared it for me in case of an "accident".I made persistent trips to the Iraqi embassy twice a day. At the gate of the Iraqi embassy in Beijing, Iraqi diplomats asked me why I had to apply for a three-month visa through the iron gate.I said that my interview would probably take less than three months.Unexpectedly, he stared at him: "You can apply for two years, at least one year!" I was so scared that I said "one year, one year".The diplomat then stared at me like a cat watching a mouse for a long time, and then burst out through his teeth: "It's not okay to engage in intelligence." ". A reporter from Xinhua News Agency who had been in distress in Baghdad patted me on the shoulder and said sadly, "Duck, Baghdad is not a place where you play cards according to the rules." It seemed to see me off in hell.Yang Mu, an old reporter who is famous for his interviews with Cambodia and the golden triangle of drug trafficking, taught me how to deal with modern warfare for three and a half hours.Yang Qi, director of the International Department, taught me five tricks.I wrote them all down in my notebook.The Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau stated that the foundation of foreign affairs discipline is to "maintain my country's independent diplomacy and build a worldwide Xinhua News Agency." I approached the Director of Personnel of Xinhua News Agency, and forced this old reporter who was in the war in Puzhai to tell me: "Once the interview and discipline conflict, what is the first?" He was forced to roll his eyes for a long time: "You know What is the first." I got the sentence I wanted most. All I have in mind are images of Woodward's request to the War Cabinet for the "Delegated Command Act" during the Falklands War in 1982.Clausewitz repeatedly stated in "On War" that "war is the unrestricted use of violence between armed groups".When MacArthur was the principal at West Point, he said: "There is only victory in war. Until the opponent completely puts down his arms." Even at that time, I knew very well that the huge organization and glorious tradition of Xinhua News Agency, which is the leader of China's news, could not adapt to war under the new technological revolution. In August 1990, most of my colleagues did not think a major war was imminent.However, when the situation in the Gulf became tense again in early 1998, many people believed that a major war had already arrived, so much so that they scoffed at my wild words of "I can't fight" at the banquet held by the photography department of Xinhua News Agency for Xiaoguo's trip to the Gulf. At that time, only Beijing People's Broadcasting Station and Beijing TV station came to interview my little girl who were convinced of my inference that this crisis was only a crisis, not a war, or even a battle.War is a science, and it's not just a trick that can be counted by just scratching your head.It wasn't until two months later that Guan Tianyi, a senior reporter from Xinhua News Agency and a recipient of a government subsidy who also toasted Xiaoguo at the Shanghai restaurant, said with admiration, "Ducks said they couldn't fight!" The eastward flow, amusing taxpayers across the country to spend money on heartbeats, wasting money and wasting money.Fortunately, the central government was wise and ran along without being dizzy.It’s chilling to say that when I declared that there would be a war in the Gulf in 1990, except for the support of Xinhua News Agency President Mu Qing, Guo Chaoren and other high-level officials for my idiotic dream, all kinds of bureaucratic systems were very unfavorable to me. The finally approved application for joining the war was approved only after a reporter from the China Youth Daily forwarded it to Guo Chaoren, vice president of Xinhua News Agency.Since my theory was indeed suspicious in August 1990, I was finally allowed to fly to the Gulf alone, and I only received $300 in funding at that time.In the future, if Zheng Dayong, the Chinese ambassador to Iraq, gave me 10,000 US dollars, I wouldn't be able to do a fart.People in a peaceful environment always claim to be peace-loving, but Trotsky once said: "Maybe, you have no interest in war, but war is very interested in you." Lenin said that Trotsky was the only one who could The man who built a Red Army in three months, I see myself as the Trotsky of Xinhua. In the past few years, under the command of the editor-in-chief's office, the News Center of the Ministry of Photography has fought countless beautiful battles, but because the center is not included in the cadre sequence of Xinhua News Agency, it has to be called a dog.Guo Chaoren, the vice president, equipped me with a wireless phone. I was the first journalist in China to use a BP machine and a mobile phone. Basically, all major emergencies in the Beijing area were in my hands.Liu Zhenshan, the former executive deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau, said at the fire scene of the Liuguo Hotel: "When you see Donald Duck, you must be in big trouble." I guess the bosses who worked with me will let me go forward , "Hit until the opponent puts down his weapon completely". Having said that, let me first introduce the rapid response theory.It was 1987, and the director of the photography department called for "one person, one article". I won the award for "Comments on Existing Equipment". The president and vice presidents have been summoned many times.Guo Chaoren ordered me to use a Mercedes-Benz car whenever necessary, "the driver can pick you up at your home."In fact, the "blitz thought" all came from a group of professional soldiers, and I just transplanted it to news interviews. At the beginning of this century, Douhet's "air victory theory" and Mahan's "sea power" theory were born with the invention of aircraft and other vehicles.Napoleon's "cannon theory" and Mamluk's "cavalry assault" have become history.Captain Lead-Hart in Cambridge, England, Charles de Gaulle at the Saint-Cyr Military Academy in France, Patton at West Point in the United States, and Yamamoto Isuoshishi, who was studying at Harvard at the time, were all studying a brand-new military theory.This is embodied in the book "Professional Soldiers" written by Charles de Gaulle in the 1920s, that is, a small number of soldiers with excellent qualities, who have extensive cultural and technical knowledge, have rich practical experience, healthy psychology and equipment, and quick response, can serve as a powerful force for thousands of troops. Kazuma can't play a role. Guderian, director of the German Armored Forces and founder of "Blitz Warfare", summed up the winning rule as "communication + mobility + firepower".The armored army he formed perfectly applied the breakthrough theory to the offensive in the annexation of Austria and the Czech Republic, the occupation of Poland, the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and France, and the attack on the Soviet Union.Guderian resolutely opposed the mixing of tanks and infantry in his famous book "Blitz Heroes".He believes that only a simple tank charge can give full play to "communication, mobility, and firepower".The task of the tank is to tear a hole in the enemy's defense line and quickly wedge into the enemy's rear.As for dealing with the defeated enemy and occupying the position, it is the matter of the follow-up infantry.He pursued only speed all his life, known as "Adventurous Scud Heinz". Regardless of the navy and air force such as Yamamoto Fifty-Six, in World War II, there are countless examples of quick response battles in which fewer won more and surprises won.Matthew Ridgway's 82nd Airborne Division in Normandy, Bastony Taylor's 101st Air Assault Division, and Patton's Army Abrams Armored Search Battalion were all products of the quick-response, "blitz" doctrine.During the Vietnam War, the U.S. military pioneered the "Cavalry Division" using UH-1 "Huey" gunships as the means of maneuver; during the Second Middle East War, Israel's Sharon formed the "202" special forces. These are all "blitz" theories excellent practice. Since its establishment three years ago, the News Center of the Photography Department has accumulated experience in rapid response to emergencies in China. I can be the first to arrive at the scene of emergencies such as fires, car crashes, earthquakes, and hijackings. On September 8, 1988, "Chinese Youth The Daily News introduced me and my blitz action with a large page titled "Red in Action".After the Gulf crisis, based on the four years of international affairs training conducted by the Department of International Politics of Peking University and the four years and eight years of the International Politics Department of China University of Political Science and Law, I firmly believe that war must be fought.Under my suggestion, the photography department decided to postpone the return of Zhang Xun, who has four years of experience in reporting in the Middle East, and send additional photographers to the Middle East. I was honored to be the number one candidate to enter Baghdad, the "eye of the storm".Bewitched by me that "there must be a war in the Gulf", the photography department believed that "the Gulf War must be fought, and for this reason there should be a chess piece in each of the three directions of Cairo, Baghdad and Riyadh".In order to connect these three chess pieces into a network, the photography department took the opportunity to take over the photo fax room from the Technical Bureau, and my apprentice faxman Yuan Man became the key figure. In the past three years of fighting together, comradeship is the basis for winning this battle.I think of a sentence in "Sun Wu·Mou Gong": "The one who wants the same desire wins." Another thing that made me quite proud at that time was that former British Prime Minister Edward Sheehan went to Baghdad to mediate in the autumn, and Saddam Hussein actually gave him face and promised to release the hostages at the Mansour Hotel.The photo department of Xinhua News Agency blew another wind of peace. Liu Dongshan, the picture editor of the news center, made a bet with me, saying, "Donald Duck, unless you can take a photo with Sean, I don't believe that the Gulf can fight." I immediately agreed with a big meal as a bet.Half a month later, I took a photo of Sean in the Great Hall of the People in my pocket in 1987. Through Li Xiaobin, director of the photography department of "New Observation", I entered Diaoyutai and took a photo with Sean.Of course, the war finally broke out, and now Liu Dongshan is making a comeback, but the big meal owed to me has not been fulfilled so far. About my "blitz" from theory to practice was incompatible with traditional news gathering methods, and even after the war, the Middle East General Branch refused me to work, with high-sounding and smoky reasons: a small temple cannot support a great god.However, the boss of the photography department was determined not to give in. As a result, it took half a year of stalemate before I reported to the Middle East.Two years later, I was excluded from the "International Hotspot Rapid Response Reporting Group" with more than 20 people.This time it was Boss Lin from the photography department who had the courage to plead for me. Soon he was transferred to the Asia-Pacific General Branch as the deputy editor-in-chief.His successor, Wang Jingtang, spoke for me again. Wang Zi was my immediate boss when he entered the fax department of the photography department.He is dull and fair. He graduated from Beijing Foreign Studies University to study in Australia, and he is ignorant of officialdom.A year later, he was transferred to "People's Pictorial" as the president.I have never been able to participate in the blitz team that the old president of Xinhua News Agency asked me to try "blitzkrieg" in 1987.And this huge blitz team did not hit the vital point after flashing several times, which is far less loud than the movements of the CCTV in similar operations.This is because the world is changing too fast, and I attribute my own suffering to the painful life experience of German Blitz founder and tank director Karl Hey von Guderian: "It is a bitter fruit when it blooms prematurely and bears fruit." "This is Tang Shizeng, a young photojournalist from Xinhua News Agency. Before the outbreak of the Gulf War, he was not a military reporter. He volunteered to go to the Gulf area for interviews. In less than a month, he took hundreds of photos reflecting the situation in the Gulf. Among them" De Cuéllar's Visit to Iraq" was adopted by many newspapers at home and abroad. He also wrote newsletters such as "Fly to Baghdad" and "Baghdad Approaching the Showdown". Currently, he is active in the Gulf region, covering the war." Xinhua News Agency reporter Huang Wenyuan ——People's Daily, February 3, 1991