After reading this article, Ziano was in a complicated mood. For the first time, he felt that his son in front of him was so strange (nonsense, all of them were thrown away by Contini), but the article was written very well, both passionate and rational arguments. Whether it was correct or not was not the question he should consider - is politics correct? In this article, as a doctorate who graduated from the University of Rome, Contini not only wrote the theories that Mussolini had explained but had not yet summarized in fascist thought, but also incorporated the future Hitler's program. That was really a deafening and passionate majestic text.

These days, the chief experts of the "Iron Ambition" advisory group are all knowledgeable and skilled, but their personal consequences are a bit miserable: his old friend and chief expert of the German advisory group, Mr. Hoffman, disappeared a few years ago due to an elevator crash. So far, he has never seen anyone and no corpse after death. Unexpectedly, bad luck will be contagious. In less than two years, Contini caught a fatal car accident, and he didn't know who will be his turn next.

"The article is well written, and I think it's enough. The leader also climbed up step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step, but..." Old Ziano still couldn't get the answer from his son, so he wanted to understand, "Why do you have to insist on running a new newspaper? Our party has an agency newspaper. Before the leader set off, he handed over the position of editor-in-chief of the Italian People's Daily to his brother Anardu. Although his ability is not as good as that of the leader, it is not impossible if you want to do things under him. With my face and the leader's appreciation for you, it is more than enough to be a deputy editor-in-chief after graduation."

"Father, you're right, but I have other considerations."

"Tell me."

"This..." Contini wanted to speak but stopped.

"It's okay, there are only us father and son, and I only have you as my son. Are you still worried that I will harm you?"

"Actually, what I want is not only newspapers..." Contini said, "The leader personally agreed to appoint me as the Italian youth leader. I want to do this. I want to organize all students from Italian secondary and high schools to truly turn the Youth League into the own organization of the Italian young people, truly become a system with strict structure and strict discipline, and truly become the Party's Guards, Youth Army, and Reserves... Unlike the current situation where the Blackshirts are mixed, the Youth League of the Youth League will have unprecedented vitality and have high cultural literacy."

Ziano was shocked. Although Contini said it was very implicitly, he immediately savored the profound meaning: if this youth alliance is really as his son described it, then in 20 years the Italian politics will be their world, and Contini's ultimate ambition as the leader will be revealed - to become the next leader!

"You kid is more courageous than me!"

Contini took a deep breath and asked, "Father, in your opinion, my background, my family background, my IQ, and my methods are not as good as those of the leader at this age?"

Old Ziano closed his eyes and thought, indeed, the ability he showed is much better than Mussolini when he was 19 years old. He used to be a bit of a playboy, but now it seems that there is no more. It can be seen that the University of Rome can still shape people - he didn't know that his son has a soul that had been more knowledgeable for nearly a hundred years.

"If I join the Italian People's Daily, even become the deputy editor-in-chief, I have gained a higher platform personally, but my friends and the backbone of the organization are separated from me. I am just an inconspicuous part on the huge machine of the Party, and will soon be the same as others. Even because of my age and my qualifications will make me suffer. If I run a new newspaper, even if the sound is very weak, it will be a platform for me to show my skills."

Old Ziano said worriedly: "I have to remind you that son, the leader is also a newspaper. He may soon see your ideas. Although he appreciates you very much now, it may not give you room to truly grow up. The leader's desire for control is very strong, and he will not allow others to challenge his authority... After all, he is less than 40 years old!"

"It only takes me 2 years. Two years later I am only 21 years old. I cannot pose a threat to the leader." Contini smiled. "I will graduate from college in two years, so I can change to another stage."

"Why is it 2 years?" Old Ziano knew that his son was definitely not talking about this because he wanted to graduate and find a job. With this state, it doesn't matter whether he has this diploma or not.

"I estimate that it will take at least two years for the leader to truly control the situation." Contini analyzed, "The leader entered Rome in a revolutionary manner and gained the right to form a cabinet, but his political enemies did not disappear. They are still eager to compete with the leader. The omnipotent political linkage politics in the past will be restricted in Rome. He can threaten and intimidate, but he cannot do anything backhand and must rely on political means. The future competition for parliament will be very fierce, so..."

Old Ziano was shocked. This was what they had just discussed at the meeting: Mussolini had realized the complexity of the situation in Rome. In order to consolidate power, and to dispel the doubts of the king, the big bourgeoisie, and the parliamentary party group about the Blackshirt Party, he had decided to take the path of "legal" struggle. "Unless he had to resort to force, he had not spoken yet. How did Ziano know? This is amazing, right?

Contini smiled faintly: "Am I right?"

"That's right."

"In order to engage in legal political struggles, public opinion and propaganda are very important. I have carefully analyzed the style of the People's Daily. In order to take care of the lower class and reflect street politics, the articles in it are more direct, rough and simple. Although this is easy to understand, it seems a bit low-end for intellectuals. The newspaper I want to run is aimed at students, teachers, intellectuals, and middle-class students in Italian colleges and universities. Although the audience is not as wide as that of the official newspaper, we will have more detailed theoretical arguments and use more full and convincing realistic articles to echo the party's policies, and strive for the party's public opinion positions for young people, intellectuals and middle-end people!"

Contini convinced Ziano, who brought him to Mussolini to report directly.

"Very good, I agree with this idea. The newspaper is called "Italy Youth", which is considered the second official newspaper of the Party. However, this relationship will not be disclosed for the time being. Calais can be the editor-in-chief. Other editorial and distribution departments can be appointed by Calais. However, in order to prevent the differences in publicity between "Italy" and "Italy People's Daily", a liaison officer needs to be sent... What do you think?"

"This is of course excellent. The leader is always thoughtful than we do. With your instructions and the guidance of the commissioner, Youth Daily will definitely do better." Contini was complaining about Mussolini's intervention in his heart, but he had to pretend to be very respectful.

Mussolini is obviously very helpful to this flattery: college students are different, they are so skillful in flattery.

"Hahaha, it is my greatest relief to see you young people growing up. There are successors to the party's cause." Mussolini used his hand to blast Contini's article "One Scripture, One Political Party, One Leader". "It is well written, better than when I was young. You publish it first, and then in two days I ask the People's Daily to reprint and follow up and respond!"

"Leader, funding matter..." Contini was not able to speak, so Old Ziano spoke for him first.

"At present, 100,000 troops of the Party gather in Rome, and the daily expenses are astronomical. I really can't afford to pay. However, Calais has made great contributions to the Party this time and now he has to do something again. I have to support it no matter what. In this way, I ask the People's Daily to support 20,000 lira as the start-up fund, and you will have to raise the follow-up on your own." Mussolini patted Contini on the shoulder, "Calais, I'm optimistic about you, and I will definitely fight for a bloody path."

During this period, due to the instability of Italy's political situation and the Italian economy has not recovered from the trauma of World War I, the value of the lira is very low. It can only be exchanged for about 25 liras for 1 USD, and 20,000 lira is equal to 800 USD. Although 800 USD is a small amount in this era. You can buy a Ford T-Ship car, it is obviously a stretch for newspapers. What's more, Youth Daily started from scratch and had no subscribers at all. If you can't open the situation, you can rent a house for these 20,000 lira, set up an editorial department and print 3-4 issues of newspapers, it will be exhausted.

In Mussolini's eyes, whether there is "Youth Daily" is actually insignificant. It's nothing more than giving old Ziano's face. Little Calais also needs to praise it, so the number 20,000 lira is obtained.

Old Ziano couldn't bear it and wanted to win more for his son, but Contini did not hesitate and agreed readily: "Thank you for your kindness, we can definitely make the newspaper well!"
Chapter completed!