(Sorry readers, the update is late. Er Dou went home today and caught a cold. He had a bit of a cold. He took medicine and slept. Today is the fifth update. Er Dou works hard... the first update)
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A bright lightning bolt in the night sky seemed to tear the entire night sky into pieces at once, and the darkness revealed in the short but huge gap quickly enveloped the entire land.
There are not many hours left. In the remaining time, it seems that the only thing that can be heard is the desperate breathing of countless Mobei people in a deep and dark weakness.
A young and beautiful Western female reporter, accompanied by her professional team, walked cautiously towards the silent and empty street like a mouse on the move.
At this moment, the beautiful female reporter finally put aside her idol baggage, put on a raincoat, and was fully protected. If her bastard fiancé hadn't owed a huge gambling debt, why would she have risked her life?
To Mobei, China.
The epidemic is currently rampant here, and Western reporters like them have already described it as a hell on earth.
This beautiful female reporter has successfully interviewed ten people. She is going to interview No.11 tonight. As long as she takes advantage of this Mobei virus outbreak and writes another article criticizing China's current situation and senior officials, she will
She can receive a large amount of money from her news company, which will not only pay off her boyfriend's gambling debts, but even be enough for a honeymoon trip.
There are tens of millions of people infected in Mobei. It is easy to conduct normal interviews, but it is very difficult to find those white-eyed wolves who are already dissatisfied with China and have dark hearts. They are just feeding unfamiliar people.
Bang bang...
There were two knocks on the door. It seemed that she had watched too many Chinese spy movies. This was the secret code agreed between the female reporter and the other party. (One Zero)
Squeak!
The other party seemed to like this method too. With the sound, the door opened a crack. Behind the door was a pair of eyes. Through the dim light at night, you could see a face that was not very beautiful. He was in his fifties, with a pair of eyes.
The eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes.
"No one is following."
The female reporter spoke, and she actually spoke fluent Chinese. Although the emphasis was a bit stiff, she was definitely outstanding among countless foreign friends.
Having the experience of studying in China is certainly extraordinary.
Perhaps when this beautiful female reporter came to China to study, she never expected that she would be here today. She had learned so many professional courses and knowledge, but in the end she found that the one thing that could truly save her current life, which was in dire straits.
He relied on the fact that he had learned Chinese only because he wanted to catch the wealthy Chinese people, and he had written fake articles.
"Come in quickly, my dad is dying."
The old woman in her fifties who opened the door let the female reporter and her group in, and then closed the door. Before closing the door, she stuck her head out and looked around like a spy.
Hot tea, melon seeds, and soft cushions under your buttocks...
The layout of the room is very good, and it can be seen that this is a family with a good income.
The owner of this house is named Fang Guohua. When he was young, he worked as the director of a regional post office. After all, he was also an official with a career establishment. Even after retirement, he would have a generous pension.
Fang Guohua is not the woman in her fifties who opened the door, but an old man lying on the bed at the moment, almost dying. He is in his seventies and has almost lost all his teeth. He has very little time left in his life, almost tonight.
It's about to come to an end.
The female reporter is very patient, and she knows how to get along and communicate with people. The two men following her, one is responsible for carrying the camera, and the other is tall and responsible for protecting their safety.
After taking a sip of hot tea, the female reporter began to interview the woman in front of her and Fang Guohua on the hospital bed behind her.
Fang Guohua's daughter, Fang Fang, who is currently waiting to be interviewed with an excited face. There is no sadness on her face because her father is about to die, but only excitement.
It was a kind of excitement full of hope and longing, not because she could inherit the family property after her father died, but because of her deep-seated resentment towards China, which could finally be completely eliminated at this moment.
"Hello everyone, I am Michelle, a reporter from
female writer…
Next, let’s listen to Ms. Fang Fang’s views on the epidemic in Mobei, China, as the patient’s daughter and an outstanding Chinese elite female teacher and writer.”
The microphone was handed to her, and Fang Fang's originally excited face turned into extremely sad the moment the camera was pointed at her. It is true that she is a female teacher and a female writer, but in the introduction just now, reporter Michelle was even more
I should add one sentence - a good actor.
With such a rapid and decisive change of mood, I don’t need to go to Yenching Film Academy to win an Oscar.
"My father used to be a leader of public institutions in China. He dedicated his life to the country and the people. But when the epidemic suddenly struck, he, like many people in Mobei, suffered the poison of the epidemic. Now
I'm already lying on the bed, and I'm about to..."
At this point, Fang Fang's old face shed two lines of muddy tears. The tears were not salty, but had the smell of chili pepper water. This was the pepper water used to induce tears.
Michelle kept a smile on her face, holding paper and pen under her hand, and quickly wrote a line of words and held it up for Fang Fang to see: "Ms. Fang, we are not collecting donations."
Fang Fang understood immediately, picked up a napkin with two fingers, wiped the corners of her eyes, and pretended to feel pity for her. In fact, with her face, even a gorilla might not have sex with her.
He continued: "China's top officials did not take any effective measures when the epidemic broke out. Then they began to forcibly isolate the infected and their families. This is of no use to us Chinese people.
human rights!
We don’t like this kind of arbitrary rule, but living here, the word human rights is such an unattainable luxury for every ordinary person in China, and for the top leaders of China, they are the feudal dynasty.
Period..." (Zero One)
Fang Fangzheng was speaking enthusiastically, and Michelle held up a sign again, which read: "Talk more about the current epidemic. Our fundamental contradiction is the epidemic, and it will deepen this point!"
Michelle's smiling face showed a trace of impatience, while Fang Fang quickly changed her tone. After all, she had been a female teacher and a female writer, and she quickly grasped the key point...
The interview didn't last very long, it ended in half an hour, and by this time it was already raining heavily outside. The rain was as hearty as the night three days ago.
But the previous enjoyment was a disaster for the people in Mobei, but this time it was hope.
Fang Fang and Michelle didn't understand. Fang Fang happily accepted the red envelope from Michelle. In addition, she also took this opportunity to promote her new book "Mobei Diary". The father on the bed almost died.
, but at this time she didn't even give him a sip of water... (To be continued)