Chapter 2688 Media Madman

With Malashenko's permission, the group of Western journalists soon got what they wanted and came to the battlefield that they had been dreaming about all the way and thought was a gold mine.

"God, I feel like I'm going to die of excitement, Jack! No kidding, my heart is beating wildly with excitement! This is a battlefield, a real battlefield! After this experience, I wonder who dares to look down on me when I go back, ha!"

"Oh, calm down, Tommy, who said it wasn't? I'm as excited as you now. I tell you, I have a hunch that we will definitely be able to write a particularly awesome report this time, and you guys just wait to make a fortune!"

"Oh, really? I've always wanted to go to Hawaii for vacation, and it seems that I can earn the start-up capital this time, which is great."

Mr. Jefferson, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, could of course hear the chattering of the two subordinates in the back row.

However, as a veteran war correspondent and the leader of this trip, Jefferson, who had been to the Western Front for interviews several times, was not as excited as the two idiots in the back row, or as excited and greedy as the money.

No matter when, where, or what industry, you must follow a very simple truth.

Money is good to earn, and the more the better, but before that, there must be another premise, that is, you have to be alive to spend it.

Jefferson saw with his own eyes a colleague who boasted to him the night before that the photos he took today were worth at least 100,000 US dollars, and he would resign and enjoy life after this trip. The next day, he was blown to pieces by a howitzer shell that came from nowhere, and had to use a shovel to shovel people afterwards.

From then on, Jefferson, who had witnessed this bloody lesson, made up his mind to stay away from places that looked dangerous when he went to the battlefield for interviews. Even if there was explosive news in that place, and you could easily get tens or even millions of dollars by just clicking the camera, it had nothing to do with me. Whoever wanted to go could go.

To be honest, Jefferson's family was not short of money. His father was a well-known senator in his hometown. Even if he was sitting at home drinking coffee all day, the idiots who rushed to send money to his family would break down the door, just asking this awesome senator to do something for them.

Jefferson, who had been used to such scenes since he was very young, had no idea about money. In his eyes, money was just like homework books in the eyes of ordinary elementary school students. There were only piles after piles. He had no idea how much money there was and could spend it at will. The senator father spoiled this only precious son to the extreme.

However, this also made Jefferson's personality very different, or you could say he was unique.

Because he had no concept of money, his father, who was not only a senator but also a businessman, bought a fortune that the whole family could not use up in their next life. Jefferson, who did not feel any pressure in life, was bored and felt that life was short, wanted to realize the value and meaning of life, so he had to find something different to do besides making a lot of money.

It was also a coincidence that Jefferson, who liked photography and was quite good at taking photos, was brought into the media industry by his classmates, and he was out of control from then on.

You old thing brags and controls me all day long. You always think you are the best in the world, right?

Well, I will surpass you with news that shocks the world. One day, people all over the world will pay attention to my reports, and even your senator's one-handed cover can't match me.

With such a rebellious and middle school dream, or reason, Jefferson, who did not look back and did not listen to his family's advice, jumped into the big dye vat of the media. But neither he nor his father, who is now dead, thought until their death that Jefferson would work in the media industry for more than 20 years.

Is there any achievement?

Of course, as people praised and admired.

Jefferson won the Pulitzer Prize, which was regarded as the pinnacle of his career by countless peers, and became the column editor of the top newspaper in the United States. But these things that others envied, Jefferson himself did not look down on at all.

Why?

Because these things were obtained when his father was alive. Jefferson, who had been competing with his father since he became an adult and vowed to surpass this old man, felt that these achievements he had already obtained were deliberately given to him by those who flattered and asked the old man to do things.

Or the old man asked someone to get it done, hoping that after he became successful and satisfied, he would resign early and go home to inherit the family business and do business.

It doesn't matter whether the truth is like this, Jefferson believes that it must be like this, and this is the most important thing.

So it was not until his father died last year that Jefferson, relieved by the burden, felt that his chance to truly realize his ambitions and reach the pinnacle of his career had come. From this moment on, the achievements he had made were truly achieved by his own ability. He wanted to witness the arrival of this moment with his own eyes and enjoy every minute and every second of happiness brought by it.

The premise is that he must be alive.

He couldn't say that he had achieved his achievements, but the person was gone, and before he had time to experience it, he went to the underworld to report to the old man who was not getting along with him.

This was not good, and it was not what Jefferson wanted.

So Jefferson, who had been to the battlefield more than once and knew what the real battlefield was like and how cruel it was, was thinking about other things under the appearance of silence at this moment.

How can you get big news while ensuring your absolute safety?

This is a question, an important question that deserves serious consideration, careful decision, and careful thinking before acting.

Yelling and shouting in a frenzy, rushing to the front for no reason, that is the style of the stupid and young iron fools, not your own.

Strategy, experience, and connections, never give up until the goal is achieved, even by any means.

Jefferson, who was thinking quickly, had now put aside the brief unpleasantness with the famous Soviet general just now, and how to deal with the current problem at hand was the top priority.

The pair of eyes hidden under the thick lenses were now like the most sophisticated computers, constantly weaving plans and countermeasures, and of course there was no lack of conspiracy.

Jefferson had a hunch, a very strong hunch, that the best opportunity for his success and fulfillment of his life goals was here, and he must seize any available opportunity to achieve his goals and absolutely could not afford to lose.

Jefferson was so absorbed in his thinking that he was almost obsessed.

So much so that this experienced editor-in-chief, who rarely lost his mind, did not notice when the car arrived at the destination and was still deep in thought until the Red Army driver who was responsible for driving and leading the way reminded him.

"We are here, what are you waiting for? The German shells?"