Chapter 2293 Deja Vu

Whether he was surprised or speechless, Zhukov still tended to hope that Malashenko would agree to this interview.

"The American journalists who came this time are the top elites in their country. After they arrived in Moscow by special plane, they recorded a lot of things and did a lot of interviews and reports. Comrade Stalin hopes that these American journalists can record and report the real situation in the Soviet Union, which will help to show our strength and will also be beneficial to the planning and layout of the post-war world pattern and the pursuit of interests."

"Coincidentally, you are not only the most outstanding commander of the Red Army, but also the one they want to interview. I don't think there is anything wrong with this."

"It is good for us to answer some of their questions appropriately, and it also allows the Western world to have a clearer understanding of the power of the Red Army. Now the Western world is popular with a strange fallacy that "without the help of Britain and the United States, the Soviet Union cannot win." It's time to let them wake up. You are responsible for being the image spokesperson of our Red Army. I believe you can do it."

""

Malachenko felt that he should want to say something, but he didn't know where to start with his mouth half open and half closed, and he didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, he finally spit out this sentence.

"What kind of person would come to interview me? Comrade Marshal.

As soon as he said this, Malashenko immediately felt a little regretful.

But words spoken are water spilled, and Malashenko can't just break his promise in front of the big leader and regret it immediately, and Zhukov's next reaction can really be described as "as expected."

"Well? So you agree? Decided to execute the order?"

""

Malashenko, who was speechless, really had no words to say.

You said it was an order, so what should I do? Can I still disobey orders? It sounds like you are asking for opinions, what kind of thing is this?

Sighing a little, calming down, Malashenko, who spoke again, had already returned to normal.

"I think I can handle this task, Comrade Marshal, so who should I accept the interview from? It shouldn't be all American reporters who come in a round-robin battle to interview one by one, right? "

Malachenko half-jokingly tried to ease the atmosphere. Seeing that the matter had been done and in a good mood, Zhukov also waved his hand.

"It is impossible to interview all of them. It is impossible to give the Americans such a good opportunity. The time of the tank heroes of the motherland is very precious. They can only be allowed to send one person for an exclusive interview."

"As for who will come, there is no conclusion yet. But I have a list of reporters they have drawn up. Because they will be submitted to us for interview review, the personal information is clearly written on it. You can take a look first. If there are reporters you like, you can make a request here. You don’t have to give them the initiative. We, the Red Army, can also make the decision. "

Damn, are you still going to choose Shanghai? How about another T-shirt show? Can I choose whichever female reporter has a good figure?

He complained in his heart, but he dared not say it out loud.

He took the folder handed over by Zhukov and opened the paper materials inside. What caught Malashenko's eyes were the personal files that clearly recorded his grandmother's name and where he went to school when he was a child.

Facts have proved that in the face of the huge benefits generated by exclusive information and interviews, the so-called personal privacy that America has always boasted about is not as good as hers. Privacy is nothing.

What do you mean by personal privacy? What do you mean by sacred and inviolable? Pah! That's simply because the temptation of interests is not big enough.

As long as the temptation of interests is big enough, let alone selling one's own privacy, these bastards can even sell the privacy of their own parents and even their ancestors without hesitation. Privacy is nothing? There are more valuable things to sell than this. This is why Malashenko, who understood the situation, couldn't help but sigh in amazement when looking at the papers in his hand.

"I remember that Americans are very disgusted with this? Peeling their personal privacy like peeling a banana, and being checked by a group of strangers in turn, do they like this?"

Malashenko was deliberately joking when he asked knowingly, and Zhukov, who smiled faintly, was basically the same.

"In their world, there is no problem that money can't solve. Everyone is a money worshiper, and you are a gold mountain in their eyes. In order to get you, they will do anything. What does selling privacy count for? "

"Hehe"

After laughing for a while, Malashenko suddenly stopped flipping through the documents in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the paper in front of him without moving. This sudden change of situation certainly did not escape Zhukov's eyes.

"Have you decided to choose her?"

""

When Zhukov asked this, Malashenko raised her head, and her eyes were slightly confused. She quickly recovered her state and realized what Zhukov was asking. Then she spoke.

"Oh, it's just that I have seen this name before, but it's just the same name and surname, not the same person, so I looked at it more."

Who doesn't have some secrets? You can't doubt the name of an American just because you are familiar with the tank hero of the motherland. Maybe you have seen it in a book.

What's more, Zhukov trusts Malashenko very much, so he will not ask more questions about such trivial and irrelevant things, but he is indeed more interested in whether Malashenko makes a choice.

"So, do you choose her? Or do you plan to look at the others later?"

""

After being asked by Zhukov, Malashenko, who originally had no idea in his mind, now had an idea even if he had no idea. He began to move his eyes back to the personal information form in front of him and carefully examined it.

After a short time of only ten seconds, Malashenko read the personal information form in front of him again, staring at the black and white portrait photo posted on the paper, as if he was hesitating, but also as if he was thinking about something. The final words of the answer did not make Zhukov wait too long before blurting out.

"I think it should be okay, Comrade Marshal, she is the best, I am too lazy to turn it over. After looking at so many forms, 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 whoever comes to interview?

Zhukov thinks that there may be some tricks in this matter, but he sees through it but doesn't say it.

After all, we are all men. It is better to pick a pretty girl to interview than to face a rough guy who keeps talking nonsense for a long time, right? Some things can only be said to be understood, but don't think wrongly.