As the male and female friends left, the onlookers started talking.
"The high salaries in places like that are earned by people stepping on others. How is it possible that anyone can get money in the past? If you still pay a high salary, you have really spent so many years studying in vain."
"Haha, maybe these two young people were paid high salaries by others in the past!"
"Whether it's getting a high salary or being paid a high salary, it's all a matter of putting your head in your waistband, and you may die at some point! Who cares about such a high salary?"
"Hey, bro, that's the truth! Even if you pay me money to go play or travel in that shabby place, and beg me on your knees to go there, I won't even go!"
After a pause, the high-pitched voice concluded without saying anything: "Only a fool with a wet brain would really go!"
The customs hall was bustling with people and voices, but it did not affect the immigration police officer who was sitting behind the high platform and reviewing documents. His tightly furrowed brows suggested that what he was holding was not simple.
"Going to northern Myanmar for interviews?"
The middle-aged policeman held the newly received exit form in his hand, stared at the "Purpose of Departure" column with a pair of medium-sized eyes, and murmured with a look of disbelief on his face.
"You're going to northern Myanmar for interviews?"
He raised his head and repeated, with a very surprised expression on his face. His voice was a little loud, which caused the crowd who were watching the strange couple to leave, to turn around and continue watching the fun.
Zhang Yang looked calmly and nodded.
After being surprised, the middle-aged policeman pondered for a moment. After all, there had never been such a precedent before, so he asked cautiously: "Reporter Zhang, do you have a letter of introduction from your employer?"
Zhang Yang shook his head and handed over the press card he had prepared in his hand.
The middle-aged policeman weighed the small book in his hand, and for the first time he felt that this kind of social ID was as heavy and serious as his police officer ID card.
A little tricky.
Journalists are professionals who have seen the world. They know the law and know how to deal with it. They also have channels for external communication. It is not easy for him to deal with this matter in the same way as ordinary people.
"Officer, you know. Most people these days"
"Wait a moment." The middle-aged policeman, who had been struggling for a while, stood up quickly, took Zhang Yang's ID card and passport, and got up and went to the office at the back.
As a veteran border man, the middle-aged policeman knew the risks of traveling to northern Myanmar, and was very aware of the dangers the reporter would face as soon as he let him go.
But obviously, the other party's outing this time is completely different from the previous couple who were dreaming of getting a "high salary". It is 100% impossible for them to do it for personal gain.
Journalists were once a respected profession, regarded as the exposers of lies and the guardians of the truth. They dig out facts and deliver true information, thereby promoting justice and fairness at the public level.
When many children apply for the college entrance examination in journalism, they are not always inspired by journalists who dare to pursue the truth and are not afraid of power and danger.
A few minutes later, the middle-aged policeman came out, with a serious look on his face, let Zhang Yang and his group into the office, then closed the door and left, continuing his task of sitting on the stage.
Sitting by the window in the office was a rather young leader.
After he stood up and motioned for several people to sit down, he looked at the young female reporter and said slowly: "Do you know the risks of going to northern Myanmar for reporting?"
"I know, but we have the responsibility to reveal the truth to the people of the country." Zhang Yang looked back seriously and said, "Police officer, civil servants are not the only ones serving the people."
Li Xia, who was sitting in the corner, smiled coldly: If he could serve the people, his brother would not be trapped in that poor place in northern Myanmar and could not come back. But people like him, who came all the way from the sidelines, were originally right.
Public things are very cool.
The leader nodded slightly, his eyes moving back and forth between Zhang Yang and her companion.
The young man sitting next to Zhang Yang looked very innocent at first glance, with a stupid smile without any scheming. He would look at his leader habitually when he had nothing to do. His eyes revealed admiration and excitement and curiosity about this mission. It was very strange.
An ordinary person.
The man sitting a little further away is interesting. He chose a chair near the door and sat on it. His eyes kept wandering around the room, and he was very alert. He seemed to be constantly assessing the surrounding environment and potential threats. He seemed to be aware of the surrounding environment.
Being indifferent actually gives him the feeling that he will run away immediately if something goes wrong.
The faint smile on his face, to use a popular adjective, is really too social.
As an Immigration Bureau police officer who monitors entry and exit personnel for the country all year round, there are thousands, if not hundreds, of all kinds of people coming and going every day.
Screening them to identify who are ordinary travelers and who are potential risks is their daily work, just like eating and drinking.
The leader's judgment on these strangers is keen and accurate.
The manner and aura of this man sitting by the door are completely different from those of other people. He is not like what a reporter should look like in the context of the current stable and developing society.
In other words, this person is similar to the kind of reporter who went undercover in the early years to expose the dark side of society. Because of his rich experience, he has been wandering on the fringes of society all year round, which has led to the current changes.
Thinking of this, the leader suddenly felt admiration.
"Reporter Zhang, thank you for your candor and cooperation. But in addition to being dangerous, the place in northern Myanmar is actually a bit sensitive at this time. Well, the higher-ups have given us special control over this aspect.
Documents were distributed and a meeting was held.”
The leader paused and looked at Zhang Yang and her little follower. Their faces were obviously a little disappointed. Interestingly, the man sitting next to the door was calm and calm.
"Then you're just wasting your time by asking us to come in." Photographer Xiao Zhao muttered unceremoniously. His voice was not loud, but it could still be heard clearly in the office.
Zhang Yang remained silent, feeling disappointed in his heart, so he had no intention of paying attention or stopping Xiao Zhao's impolite behavior of interrupting rashly.
Li Xia, who was sitting by the door, did not show any disappointment or dissatisfaction.
Hey, he's still very calm, he's a character... The leader looked back from Li Xia and shrugged regretfully: "I invite you here, mainly because I want to explain to you in person the reason why I can't pass."
"Explanation? Explanation for what? Why can't we go there?" Xiao Zhao looked confused and opened his mouth to ask.
The leader laughed a little awkwardly.
Zhang Yang probably knew what the leader meant. The leader of the Immigration Bureau was very polite for speaking like this.
She pulled Xiao Zhao, who was still about to break the casserole and asked the question, and walked out. Li Xia followed him out silently. He walked a long way out and glanced slightly behind him.
The leader stood up and walked to the door. He looked at the three people leaving and thought to himself that if this national-level action fails, it will really hurt these backbone people in society who are dedicated to serving the country.