"Huh? Oh, are we here already? Thanks for the reminder, we'll get off the bus right now."
Thanks to my senator dad who I don't deal with very much, but I have to admit that he is very capable.
As a media person, Jefferson contracted the habits of a politician that should not be possessed by people in his profession, including but not limited to hiding his eyes, breath, and anything that might be exposed and inconsistent with his own purposes and hopes.
Real thoughts that things are going in the opposite direction.
"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. Anyone you can see who is famous in history is a top scammer. He has deceived more than 99.9% of the people with hypocrisy packaged as "truth", including my father, I am the same person.
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"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 still recognized these words and kept in mind the truth of life that his father told him when he graduated from elementary school.
What was instilled and covered by this kind of thought 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 true in the eyes of others, then this is the truth you should have."
With this "passed-on 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 done.
"Where should we go now? Editor, this place looks like a mess. We are 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, the awesome leader, was thinking about at this moment. Jefferson, who was good at hiding everything related to him, would not be able to do anything like this.
The goods were showing their flaws, and the only thing that appeared in front of the two little followers behind him was the 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.
In a leadership division full of highly educated people, it is really easy to find a team leader who speaks fluent English to work. This major, who can speak authentic New York accent, does not seem to be
How happy that even if Jefferson said something nice, 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 all the consequences. The leader division does not bear any security responsibility for those who act without authorization. Please be sure to understand this."
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As soon as the major said this, leaving aside what happened to Jefferson, whose expression was still calm, the two restless 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 a minute, 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
Can we be friends again?"
It doesn’t matter whether you complain or try to get close to it, 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 greeting his soldiers to deal with the surrounding security matters. Jefferson was left alone to take the lead.
With two small followers and a group of other subordinates who had just got off the bus, they were in a mess on the 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?"
A video of a little girl that Comrade Lao Ma privately commented as "outrageously beautiful": Reporter Jill, who had just gotten out of the car, came over to watch the excitement.
I didn't take notice of the fun and didn't talk about it, but I was caught and asked about it first. Naturally, I felt a little baffled.
"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 on earth 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."
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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 to return home? Keep talking, the more you talk, the faster you will get the ticket, immediately, immediately, start speaking now."
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Jefferson would never get angry, and would only speak calmly to anyone. This was true for everyone, at least when there was a third pair of eyes watching. As for whether Jefferson was serious when he spoke,
That all depends on personal subjective judgment.
Obviously, all the media elites present have good judgment skills, and they have reached a consensus judgment. They all remained silent, and there was no sound of quarreling or stumbling.
"No? Very good, I hope there will never be, keep it up."
"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 except to take photos in this blasted construction waste pile.
At least this place was once 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 interesting thing is that Malashenko has never seen Miss Gill before, looking like she was quarreling with a cockatoo.
This is not to say that Comrade Ma is not insightful or has 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.