Chapter 2689 This Russian Bumpkin!

"Hmm? Oh, are we there yet? Thanks for reminding us, we'll get off now.

Thanks to his senator father who is not very good at dealing with him, but he must be admitted to be very capable.

As a media person, Jefferson has acquired a set of politician habits that should not be possessed by people in his profession, including but not limited to hiding his eyes, breath, and any real thoughts that may be exposed and run counter to his own goals and the direction of events he hopes for.

"There is no real truth between people, son. If your hypocrisy is real in the eyes of others, then this is the truth you should have. Truth is earned by your own ability, not by others' charity, which is no different from making money. Any person you can see who has gone down in history is a top swindler who has deceived more than 9% of the majority of people with hypocrisy packaged as "truth", including your father. I am such a person. "

"Don't be sad that you can't make friends now. Let the mask accompany you to grow up. It will do you more good than harm. One day you will thank me. Even if you go to my grave at that time, you must remember to say thank you to your father. ”

Did Jefferson thank his father who had died of a cold and whose grave was covered with grass 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.

This idea was infused and covered not only Jefferson's life trajectory, but also his career, which has been successful so far.

"Truth is earned by your own ability, not given by others."

"If your hypocrisy is real in the eyes of others, then this is the truth you deserve."

With this "legacy truth" always echoing in his mind, Jefferson stepped out of the car, and the sharp eyes hidden under the lenses began to scan everything around him. Some crucial decisions had actually been made at this moment.

"Where should we go now? Editor-in-chief, this place looks a mess. We are not here to take pictures of construction waste, right? ”

That silly-looking fool would never guess what his respected editor-in-chief, the awesome leader, was thinking about at this moment. Jefferson, who was good at hiding everything related to himself, could not show his true colors in front of such a person. All he showed to the two followers behind him was his boss's usual professional smile.

"Why not listen to the officer's arrangement? I promised General Malashenko to cooperate well, and now is the time for me to keep my promise."

The leadership division is not short of talents, especially those who can speak English.

In the leadership division where all kinds of highly educated and awesome people are everywhere, it is really easy to find a leader who speaks fluent English to come and work. Even this major who can speak authentic New York English does not seem to be very happy, even if Jefferson said it well before, he still has 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 all the consequences will be at their own risk. The leadership division does not bear any security responsibility for those who act without authorization. Please be clear about this. ”

“”

After the major said this, Jefferson, whose expression was still calm, was no longer able to hold back.

“What? Only 20 minutes? You only gave us 20 minutes to find news in this pile of ruins full of construction waste? ? ? ”

“Hey, wait a minute, Mr. Major. How come you speak English so well? It sounds like you are talking to my neighbor. You have experience living in the United States, right? Why don’t we chat? Promote our relationship and then be friends? "

Whether it's complaining or trying to get close to someone, it's useless anyway.

The major who said this ignored the Americans with different expressions and turned to the side without saying a word, busy telling his soldiers to deal with the surrounding security matters. Jefferson was left alone with his two followers and a group of subordinates who had just got off the car, standing on the messy street full of ruins and the smell of gunpowder.

"Damn it! This Russian country bumpkin is so rude! What's the difference between him and those Texas barbarians? No, even worse!"

"I don't understand, Jill. You clearly said that General Malashenko was a successful man with a gentlemanly demeanor. You almost praised him to death. Why are his subordinates like this? Is this reasonable? ”

Jill, a little girl who was privately evaluated by Comrade Lao Ma as "beautiful to the point of water", had just gotten off the car and came over to watch the fun.

Not only did she not get to watch the fun, but she was also caught and questioned, which naturally made her feel a little confused.

"He is him, and his subordinates are his subordinates. Do you think all men in the world should be the same? Jack. Ha~ If so, it would be great. Then I would be happy to be pursued by a gentleman like General Malashenko, not a playboy like you. ”

"You, you are too much! Jill, I really like you, how can you humiliate me like this? Why is this happening?"

"Ha, really like me? Why not ask the three women you are with, ask them if they really like you too, I won't and don't want to be the fourth one."

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Jefferson, who had not spoken from the beginning to now, had a black line on his face, and there was no other distracting thoughts in his mind except the thought of "fucking young people".

"Who wants a ticket back home? Keep talking. The more you talk, the faster you'll get the ticket. Immediately. Start talking now."

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Jefferson never loses his temper. He only speaks calmly to people, to everyone, at least when there is a third pair of eyes watching. As for whether Jefferson is serious when he speaks, it all depends on personal subjective judgment.

Obviously, the media elites present have good judgment ability, and they have reached a consensus judgment that tends to be consistent. They are all silent, and there is no sound of quarrels or stumbling.

"No? Very good, I hope there will be no more and keep it up."

"Now, let's get to work."

Whether you are willing to accept it or not, and whether you are convinced or not, the matter is just like this. Now there is no better choice than to shoot in this bombed building waste pile.

At least this was once a battlefield, not long ago. This is much better than sitting in an office in the Empire State Building in New York, racking your brains to come up with fake news, isn't it?

One interesting thing is that Malashenko has never seen Miss Jill, who looked like she was arguing with a cockatiel just now.

This is not to say that our old comrade Ma has poor insight and vision, but Jill herself does not want this side of herself to be seen by the young and tall Soviet general who can leave a deep impression on people.

As for the reason

Go ask God, maybe God knows it now.

Now, our "beautiful" Miss Jill who can put out fires is holding her camera and notebook in her hands, and walking towards a dilapidated house with completely shattered windows on the street with a curious heart