Whether he was surprised or speechless, all in all, Zhukov still tended to hope that Malashenko would agree to this exclusive interview.
"The American reporters who came this time are a group of top elites in their country. After they flew to Moscow on a special plane, they recorded a lot of things and did a lot of interviews and reports. Comrade Stalin hoped that these American reporters could record the true situation in the Soviet Union
Coming down and reporting it will help show our strength, and it will also have some benefits for the planning and layout of the post-war world pattern and the fight for interests."
"It just so happens that you are not only the most outstanding among the front-line Red Army commanders, but also the one they want to interview. I don't think there is anything wrong with that."
"It is good for us to properly answer some of their questions. It also allows the Western world to have a clearer understanding of the strength of the Red Army. Now there is a popular saying in the Western world that "without the help of Britain and the United States, the Soviet Union cannot win."
It’s time to wake them up. You are responsible for being the image spokesperson of our Red Army. I believe you are qualified."
"..."
Malashenko felt that he wanted to say something, but with his mouth half open and half closed, he didn't know where to start or what to say. After hesitating for a moment, he finally uttered this sentence.
"What kind of person will come to interview me? Comrade Marshal."
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Malashenko suddenly felt a little regretful.
But what he said was just water thrown out. Malashenko could not break his promise in front of the big leaders so quickly and regret it immediately, and Zhukov's next reaction was really "as expected."
"Huh? So you agree? Decided to carry out the order?"
"..."
Malashenko, who is mute and eats Coptis chinensis, is really suffering and cannot express his pain.
You said this is an order, so what should you do? Can you still disobey me and not respect it? It's like asking for advice. What kind of thing is this?
After taking a deep breath to calm down his emotions, Malashenko spoke again and had returned to his normal state.
"I think I am qualified for this task, Comrade Marshal, so who should I be interviewed by? Shouldn't all American reporters come up and take turns interviewing each other?"
Malashenko half-jokingly tried to ease the atmosphere. Seeing that the matter was done, Zhukov, who was in a good mood, also waved his hand.
"It is impossible to interview them all. It is impossible to give the Americans the opportunity to do such a good thing. The time of the tank heroes of the motherland is very precious, and they can only be allowed to send one person to come for an exclusive interview."
"As for who is coming, there is no conclusion yet. However, I have a list of reporters here that they have drawn up. Because they have to be submitted to us for interview review, the personal information is clearly written on it. You can take it and take a look first.
.If there are reporters you like who can make requests, you don’t have to hand over the initiative to them. We, the Red Army, can also make decisions."
Damn, this is the whole Shanghai selection? How about another one of T’s catwalks? I just choose which female reporter has a good figure, okay?
I was complaining like this in my heart, but I never dared to say it with my mouth.
He took the folder handed over by Zhukov and opened the paper information inside. What caught Malashenko's eyes was a personal file that clearly recorded his grandmother's name and where he put it when he was a child.
.
Facts have proved that in the face of the huge benefits derived from exclusive information and interviews, the so-called personal privacy that America has always boasted about is not even bullshit.
Why do you think there is personal privacy and how it is sacred and inviolable? Bah! That’s purely because the temptation of profit is not big enough.
As long as the temptation of profit is big enough, not to mention selling your own personal privacy, these damn people can even sell the privacy of their biological father, mother and even eighteen generations of ancestors without hesitation. Privacy is nothing.
?There are things more valuable than this that can be sold, which made Malashenko, who understood the situation, look at the papers in his hand and couldn't help but marvel.
"I remember that Americans are not very disgusted with this. They peel their personal privacy like a peeled banana and have it openly viewed by a group of strangers. Are they happy with this?"
Malashenko was knowingly joking, and Zhukov, who smiled lightly, was basically the same.
"There is no problem that money can't solve in their world. Everyone is a money worshiper, and you are the golden mountain in their eyes. They will do whatever it takes to get you. What does it mean to sell your privacy?"
"hehe......"
While the hero laughed at the similar sight, Malashenko suddenly stopped flipping the documents in his hand, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper in front of him and never moved again. Of course, he could not escape this sudden change of situation.
Zhukov's eyes next to him.
"Is it her decision?"
"..."
Malashenko, who raised his head when Zhukov asked this question, with a slightly dazed look in his eyes, quickly regained his composure. After realizing what Zhukov was asking, he spoke immediately.
"Oh, it's just that I've seen this name before, but it's just the same name and surname, not the same person, so I took a closer look..."
Who doesn't have some secrets in their body? You can't have any doubts just because the tank hero of the motherland is familiar with an American's name. It doesn't matter which book you read.
What's more, Zhukov quite trusts Malashenko, so naturally he won't ask any more questions about such trivial and insignificant matters, but he is indeed more interested in whether Malashenko makes a choice.
"Then, are you going to choose her? Or are you planning to look at the others behind you?"
"..."
When asked by Zhukov, Malashenko, who had no idea at first, now had some ideas even if he had no ideas. He couldn't help but turn his eyes back to the personal information form in front of him and examine it carefully.
After a short period of only ten seconds, Malashenko read through the personal information sheet in front of him again, staring at the black and white portrait photo posted on the paper, seeming to hesitate, but also seeming to be considering.
What was he talking about? Zhukov blurted out his final words without waiting too long.
"I think it should be fine, Comrade Marshal, it's just her. I'm too lazy to look back. After looking at so many lists, I feel that whoever comes to interview is the same. Anyway, I don't know any of these American reporters."
Is it really the same no matter who does the interview?
Zhukov felt that there might be some secret to this matter, but he saw through it and refused to reveal it.
After all, we are all men. It is better to sit in front of a beautiful and eye-catching person for an exclusive interview than to sit there with a rough guy for a long time, right? There are some things that you can only say you understand, but don’t even think about it.