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Chapter 2676 reunion of old friends

Chapter 2676 Reunion of old friends

Author: Ke Ji丶

Chapter 2676 Reunion of old friends

Malashenko expected that he might run into a few acquaintances, those Western faces he was familiar with.

But in front of her, this pretty face who had just gotten off the gas jeep and was walking towards her with a free and easy pace, Malashenko really did not expect, at least he did not expect that at such a time, she would be like this

I met her again under the circumstances.

"General, we met again, and I didn't expect it would be so soon."

"."

A girl was more proactive than him, which made Malashenko a little incompetent. For a while, he could only force out a smile and spoke with a hint of helplessness.

"Yeah, it's really fast, but I'm even more amazed that you were able to interview me twice in a row. I think I have to congratulate you. In the entire Western media world, you are still the first person to achieve this achievement. Congratulations.

"

"Haha, is that right? It's really an honor for me. Thank you, General."

There is no such thing as the traditional beauty of Oriental women, which is to smile without showing their teeth. The big girl in front of me just smiles like she is confident without losing her temperament.

Even though we, Comrade Ma, have already seen countless women.

Well, there are just countless women in my past life and this life, so don’t think too much about it.

Even so, Malashenko had to admit that the beauty in front of him was indeed of first-class appearance. Even if it was placed on the Internet in the 21st century where the "four major evil arts in Asia" were rampant, it would not be the same.

It is definitely a top-quality product with high traffic.

"Uh, Gil, you guys, do you and General Malashenko know each other before? Are you old friends?"

The notorious "Iron Butcher" general of the Soviet Union could speak fluent English and mastered at least three languages: Soviet, German and English.

These details have long been an open secret after Malashenko was interviewed by Western media. It is not surprising. At least for those who have been paying attention to this famous Soviet general and tried to interview him again through any possible means and channels.

Take the Western media people who have accumulated their own professional achievements.

I have already memorized these small details about Malashenko and kept them in mind.

So it is actually not surprising that Malashenko spoke a series of fluent and idiomatic English.

What really amazed this gentle man with glasses was that the young reporter who was accompanying him, a little girl with no good looks and no professional achievements to speak of, was actually able to chat with the "protagonist general" in front of him as soon as he got out of the car.

What a joy.

And judging from the other party's reaction, this is definitely not the kind of deliberate approach where a little girl shows her hot face to someone else's cold butt, pretending to be familiar even though she's not familiar with him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this little girl and the Soviet general really know each other and have a certain personal relationship. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to talk to this extent as soon as they met, right?

"Yes, Jefferson. The general and I are already friends. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I will be happy to help you so that you will never regret taking me with you on this trip."

"."

Lively, cheerful, confident, and somewhat naughty and informal that is unique to youth.

The whole person gave Malashenko the feeling that he was as beautiful as a sunflower shining in the rising sun, enough to make any passerby stop and take a second look, so that he would not want to leave.

To say that I was enchanted by the little girl's every smile and frown, it is not that, with Comrade Ma's experience, city, and determination, a little girl of this age can't be seen in Mara.

In the eyes of Shenke, even if it goes against the sky, he can be labeled as "not bad, but only limited to this", and cannot reach a higher level.

But Malashenko obviously would not speak out his true inner evaluation, let alone show it. He would just put a constant smile on his face and quietly stare at the crowd in front of him.

I don’t know if I was just imagining it, but I first looked at the film of the little girl under my command, and then looked at the Soviet general’s gentle man with glasses, and he indeed said “I understand”, or “All men understand.”

"The look on his face flashed by, and then he spoke again, still full of a kind smile.

"Then please give me a nice word, Jill."

"Of course~"

The little girl sounds very happy in the video. Generally, female subordinates who have just entered the workplace for a short period of time will only get recognition from their bosses, and then start to perform their own "honorable duties" and act as go-betweens.

"General, this is the column editor of our newspaper, Jefferson Francis. He is a top professional media person in the industry. He has won the Pulitzer Prize. The entire American media industry knows his name. He is good at international current affairs.

and military reports. He has been dreaming of having an exclusive interview with you for a long time, and now he finally got his wish, and his dream has come true."

"No, no, don't listen to Jill's nonsense. General, my personal achievements are not worth mentioning. What is important is that the pen in the hands of media people should be used to convey the truth, and the legs of media people should be used to measure the distance of the truth. I have always been

These two points are what I demand of myself. As for achievements and glory, they are all external things. Being able to interview a great hero like you makes me lucky."

"As Jill said, this is indeed a great honor for me. Thank you for being willing to accept my interview, General."

If what Jill said is true, Malashenko can believe it. After all, that little girl is as cheerful as a lark now, and her every smile and smile is like the gunfire that was flying all over the place not long ago, and now the sound of gunfire is also heard in the distance.

The rumbling battlefield is out of place.

But if you want to say that this "leader", a gentle man with glasses who looks to be in his forties or almost fifty years old, is here to tell the truth from the bottom of his heart.

There is a saying that Malashenko thinks that instead of believing in this thing, it is better to believe that the old sow can climb the tree.

The media is like a big dyeing vat. The longer it is dyed, the more it looks like a vat.

As for the tank itself, what does it look like?

Then Malashenko can only say that benevolent people have different opinions. Whatever you think it looks like, it is what it is, but at least in Malashenko's eyes it is definitely not good.

So in response to the compliments and flattery from the elegant man in a suit riding a donkey downhill in front of him, Malashenko, who was still smiling on the surface but not taking it seriously in his heart, just went through the standard process of answering.

"I think there are some things we can agree on, Mr. Jefferson, which is that none of our personal achievements are worth mentioning. The pursuit of truth and justice will never stop. This is my personal life creed."

While holding hands, Malashenko was immediately moved when he heard Malashenko's "bold words", but before Mr. Jefferson could speak, Malashenko had already spoken first.

"As for the personal interview, I'm sorry, it's not something I can decide personally. There is a rule in our leadership division, which is called military matters, and the division commander has the final say. But other than that, everything in life and other trivial matters, all

Everyone has to listen to the arrangements of the political commissar comrades, including of course my personal schedule."

(End of chapter)


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