Steel Soviet Union

"Huh? Oh, are we here already? Thanks for the reminder, we'll get off the bus right now.

Thanks to his senator father who is not easy to deal with, but he does have to admit that he is very capable.

As a media person, Jefferson contracted the habits of a politician who should not be in his profession, including but not limited to hiding his eyes, breath, anything that might be exposed and inconsistent with his own purposes and hopes. Real thoughts that things are going in opposite directions.

"There is no real truth between people, son. If your hypocrisy is true in the eyes of others, then this is the truth you should have. Truth is earned by one's own ability, not given by others. This is the same as Making money is no different. Any person you can see who will go down in history is a top fraudster who has deceived more than 9% of people with hypocrisy packaged as "truth", including my father. "

"Don't be sad that you can't make friends now. Letting the mask grow with you will do more good than harm to you. One day you will thank me. Even if you are in front of my grave, you must remember to say thank you to your father. "

Did Jefferson thank his father who had already burped and caught cold, and the grass on his grave was three feet high?

Not necessarily, but at least he recognized these words and kept in mind the truth of life that his father told him when he graduated from elementary school.

What was infused with this idea was of course not only Jefferson's life trajectory, but also his career that had been considered successful so far.

"Truth is earned by one's own ability, not given by others."

"If your hypocrisy is truth in the eyes of others, then this is the truth you deserve."

With this "legendary truth" always echoing in his mind, Jefferson stepped out of the car. His sharp eyes hidden under the lenses began to scan everything around him. Some crucial decisions were actually made at this moment. It's already been made.

"Where should we go now? Editor, this place looks like a mess. We're not here to take pictures of construction debris, right?"

That idiot with a stupid look on his face would not have guessed what his respected editor-in-chief and awesome leader was thinking about at this moment. Jefferson, who was good at hiding everything related to himself, could not show his weakness in front of such a thing. What appeared in front of the two followers behind him was only the same professional smile of his immediate boss.

"Why don't you listen to Mr. Officer's arrangements? I promised General Malashenko to cooperate well. Now is the time for me to keep my promise."

There is no shortage of talents for leadership, especially those who can speak English.

Among all the leadership coaches with highly educated people, it is really easy to find a team leader who speaks fluent English to come and work. This major, who could speak authentic New York accent, didn't seem very happy. Even though Jefferson was kind to him, he still had a poker face.

"This is the first interview point. You have twenty minutes. No one is allowed to leave the sight of the guards, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. The leadership division does not bear any security responsibility for those who act without authorization. Please be sure to understand this."

""

As soon as the major said this, leaving aside what happened to Jefferson, who still had a calm expression on his face, the two restless little followers behind him who wanted to cause big trouble could no longer hold their nerve.

"What? Only twenty minutes? You only gave us twenty minutes to find news in this ruins full of construction debris???"

"Hey hey hey, I said wait, Mr. Major. Why do you speak English so well? It sounds like you are talking to my neighbor. Do you have experience living in the United States, right? Why don't we chat? Promote promotion Feeling like a friend again?”

No matter whether you complain or try to get too close, it's useless anyway.

The major who said these words didn't pay any attention to the beeping of these Americans with different expressions. Without saying a word, he turned and walked aside, busy calling his soldiers to deal with the surrounding security matters. Kong Liu Jefferson, along with two small followers and a group of other subordinates who had just gotten off the bus, were standing in a messy street full of ruins and the smell of gunpowder smoke.

"Damn! This Russian bumpkin is so rude! How is he any different from those Texas savages? No, even worse!"

"I don't understand, Gil. You clearly said that General Malashenko is a very gentlemanly and successful man. You almost blew him away. How come his subordinates are so virtuous? Is this reasonable?"

Comrade Lao Ma privately commented on the little girl's video as "outrageously beautiful": Reporter Jill, who had just gotten out of the car, came close to watch the fun.

Naturally, he felt a little baffled when he was caught and asked about it without even noticing the excitement.

"He is him, and his men are his men. Do you think all men in the world should be the same? Jack. Ha~ If only that were the case. Then I would be happy to be like General Malashenko A gentleman's pursuit, not a playboy hooligan like you."

"You, you are going too far! Jill, I really like you, how can you humiliate me like this? Why is this?"

"Ha, you really like me? Then why not ask the three women you are hanging out with and ask them if they also really like you. I won't and don't want to be the fourth one."

""

Jefferson, who had been silent from just now, had a dark look on his face, and had no other distracting thoughts in his mind except the idea of ​​"fucking young man."

"Who wants to get a ticket back to China? Keep talking. The more you talk, the faster you will get the ticket. You will get it immediately. Now start speaking."

""

Jefferson never got angry and spoke calmly to everyone, at least not when there was a third pair of eyes watching. As for whether Jefferson meant what he said or not, it all depends on personal judgment.

Obviously, all the media elites present have good judgment skills, and they have also reached a consensus judgment. They are all silent, and there is no sound of quarreling or stumbling.

"No? Very good, I hope it will never happen and keep going."

"Now, let's get to work."

Regardless of whether you are willing to accept it or not, convinced or not, it is what it is, and now there is no better choice other than shooting in this blasted construction waste pile.

At least this was a battlefield, not long ago. This is much better than sitting in the office of the Empire State Building in New York and racking your brains to post fake news, isn't it?

One thing is quite interesting. Malashenko has never seen Miss Gill before, looking like she was quarreling with a cockatoo.

This is not to say that Comrade Ma has poor insight or wrong vision, but that Gil himself does not want this side of himself to be seen by that young, tall Soviet general who can leave a deep impression on others.

As for the reason

Go ask God, maybe God knows now.

Now, our "beautiful" Miss Gill, who can put out fires, is holding her camera and notepad in her hands, and with a curious heart, she is walking towards a dilapidated house on the street with completely shattered windows.