Chapter 2293 Deja Vu

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

"The American reporters who came this time are the top elites in their country. After they flew to Moscow on a special plane, they recorded a lot of things and did a lot of interviews and reports. Comrade Stalin hoped that these American reporters could record the true situation in the Soviet Union It will help us demonstrate our strength by reporting it, and it will also be beneficial to our planning and interests in the post-war world.”

"It just so happens that you are not only the most outstanding among the front-line Red Army commanders, but you are also the one they want to interview. I don't think there is anything wrong with this."

"It is good for us to properly answer some of their questions, and it also allows the Western world to have a clearer understanding of the power of the Red Army. Now there is a popular saying in the Western world that "the Soviet Union cannot win without the help of Britain and the United States." It’s time to wake them up. You are responsible for being the image spokesperson of our Red Army. I believe you are qualified.”

""

Malashenko felt that he wanted to say something, but with his mouth half open and half closed, he didn't know where to start or what to say. After hesitating for a moment, he finally uttered this sentence.

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

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Malashenko suddenly felt a little regretful.

But what he says is just water thrown out. Malashenko cannot break his promise quickly and regret it immediately in front of the big leaders, and Zhukov's next reaction can be said to be "as expected."

"Huh? So you agree? Have you decided to carry out the order?"

""

Malashenko, who is mute and eats Coptis chinensis, is really suffering and cannot express his pain.

You said this is an order, so what should you do? Brother, can you still disobey orders and disrespect me? It's like asking for opinions. What kind of thing is this?

After taking a breath and calming down his emotions, Malashenko spoke again and had returned to his normal state.

"I think I am qualified for this task, Comrade Marshal, so who should I be interviewed by? Shouldn't all American reporters come up and take turns to interview me, right?"

Malashenko half-jokingly tried to lighten the atmosphere, and Zhukov, who was in a good mood after seeing that the matter was done, also waved his hand.

"It is impossible to interview them all, and it is impossible to give the Americans the opportunity to do such good things. The time of the tank heroes of the motherland is very precious, and they can only be allowed to send one person to come for an exclusive interview."

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

Damn, this is the whole Shanghai election? How about another one of Mrs. T’s catwalks? Can I just choose which female reporter has a good figure?

He complained so much in his heart, but he never dared to say it with his mouth.

Taking the folder handed over by Zhukov and flipping through the paper information inside, what caught Malashenko's eyes was a personal file that clearly recorded his grandmother's name and where he put it when he was a child. .

Facts have proved that in the face of the huge benefits derived from exclusive information and interviews, the so-called personal privacy that America has always boasted about is not even bullshit.

Why do you have personal privacy and why is it so sacred and inviolable? Bah! That's purely because the temptation of profit is not big enough.

As long as the temptation of profit is great enough, not to mention selling their own personal privacy, these damn people can sell the privacy of their biological father, mother and even eighteen generations of ancestors without hesitation. Privacy is nothing, right? There are things more valuable than this that can be sold, which made Malashenko, who understood the situation, look at the papers in his hand and couldn't help but marvel.

"I remember that Americans are not very disgusted with this. They peel their personal privacy like a peeled banana and have it openly viewed by a group of strangers. Are they happy with this?"

Malashenko was knowingly joking, and Zhukov, who smiled lightly, was basically the same.

"There is no problem that money can't solve in their world. Everyone is a money worshiper, and you are the golden mountain in their eyes. They will do whatever it takes to get you. What does it mean to sell your privacy?"

"hehe"

While the hero laughed at the similar sight, Malashenko suddenly stopped flipping the documents in his hand, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper in front of him and never moved again. Of course, he could not escape this sudden change of situation. Zhukov's eyes next to him.

"Is it her decision?"

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Malashenko, who raised his head when Zhukov asked this question, with a slightly dazed look in his eyes, quickly regained his composure. After realizing what Zhukov was asking, he spoke immediately.

"Oh, it's just that I've seen this name before, but it's just the same name and surname, not the same person, so I took a closer look."

Who doesn't have some secrets? You can't have any doubts just because the tank hero of the motherland is familiar with an American's name. It doesn't matter which book he read it in.

What's more, Zhukov trusts Malashenko quite a lot, and naturally he won't ask any more questions about such trivial and insignificant matters, but he is indeed more interested in whether Malashenko makes a choice.

"Then, are you going to choose her? Or are you planning to look at the others behind you?"

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When asked by Zhukov, Malashenko, who had no idea at first, now had ideas even if he had no ideas. He couldn't help but turn his eyes back to the personal information form in front of him and examine it carefully.

After a short period of only ten seconds, Malashenko read through the personal information form in front of him again, staring at the black and white portrait photo posted on the paper, seeming to be hesitating, but also seeming to be considering. What was he talking about? Zhukov blurted out the final words without waiting for too long.

"I think it should be fine, Comrade Marshal, it's just her. I'm too lazy to look back. After looking at so many lists, 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 no matter who does the interview?

Zhukov felt that there might be some secret to this matter, but he saw through it and refused to reveal it.

After all, we are all men. It is better to choose a beautiful and eye-catching person to sit in front of for an exclusive interview than to sit there in front of a rough guy for a long time, right? Some things can only be said to be understood, but don’t think wrongly.