At 1 Police Plaza, New York City, the award ceremony and press conference were held simultaneously.
To put it simply, after the investiture ceremony, the reporters asked random questions and Russell answered them casually. Both parties took what they wanted and everyone was happy.
The scene is the same as when Russell first entered this world, except that the protagonist has been changed from the bald brother to himself.
"Please allow me, on behalf of the New York City Government and the City Police Department, to award this Medal of Honor to Inspector Russell, who fought bravely, devotedly and risklessly for the citizens of New York."
Click! Click! Click————
Two congressmen spoke one after another. The more photogenic one of them put a medal on Russell, and then the two of them made smiles to reporters, posing for the flash.
Russell learned from the experience of his bald brothers, prepared sunglasses in advance, and did not panic at all in the face of the continuous lights.
He didn't take the two congressmen next to him seriously and had no intention of pursuing them.
Of course, I didn't take him seriously and defined him as a tool for awarding medals.
Although two congressmen delayed his investiture ceremony, he knew very well that these two people were inevitable products of capital, and without them there would be others.
Just like leeks in the vegetable garden, one crop will grow again after being cut. It is more tenacious than the hydra that "cuts off one head and grows two more heads". To be more serious with them is just to make yourself uncomfortable.
"Inspector Russell, please say a few words!"
"certainly."
Russell nodded and faced the reporters with a modest smile.
The director said that all reporters at the scene were arranged. What he said was not important. What was important was that the photos were photogenic. Even if he didn't say a word, the reporters could write impassioned articles if they had a picture.
"first……"
Click! Click! Click————
Russell smiled and nodded, pressing his hand to let him say a few words before taking pictures.
When the enthusiastic flashing lights stopped, Russell continued: "First of all, I feel worthy of the General Administration's decision, this honor, and this medal."
Click! Click! Click————
"But then again, who will take it if I don't take it, right?"
"..."xn
"Okay, well said!"
Seeing that there was a slight silence, the congressman took the lead in applauding, and the accompanying police officers, including Russell's boss, immediately followed suit.
The atmosphere became heated, and reporters continued to take photos. Russell kept smiling, and when the flash stopped, he began to recite the speech that had been specially polished.
"In this exciting moment..."
Once Russell said this, he didn't stop for two whole hours, and the reporters below went crazy.
In fact, the speech was finished in twenty minutes, but as he said, at this exciting moment, two more words must be said.
For the next one hundred minutes, Russell was completely unscripted, with melody and emotion, describing a righteous, selfless... five thousand words omitted here... a long-legged, handsome New York policeman from all angles.
How brave and humble... Five thousand words are omitted here... Passionate and sunny struggle in his position, and he has been doing it for fifty years.
He worked tirelessly and was not afraid of difficulties and obstacles... Five thousand words are omitted here... He had a fever of 90 degrees and still persisted in his job. His spirit is touching.
Taking away some of the rhetorical devices, the summary is that it would be unjust to not award him this honor, and he deserves to have the world destroyed.
"Thank you everyone, that's all I want to say."
Russell pursed his lips, coughed slightly and continued: "Suddenly I remembered that I missed two short chapters just now, so I will add them. It is not long and will be over soon."
"God, is this hell?"
"I can't help it anymore, this guy must be the devil!"
"Help, call the police, someone is trying to murder me."
"Wake up, this is the New York Police Headquarters."
"Then call an ambulance for me!"
"you sure?"
"Forget it, I'll just endure it."
"..."
The reporters complained, and one of them shivered and took out a quick-acting heartache spray from his arms to relieve his angina.
He didn't know what heaven was like, but he knew that if Russell kept talking, he would soon know.
"Haha, what Inspector Russell said was so good. Thank you for his speech, which has benefited me a lot." The congressman walked up to the stage with a bankrupt expression on his face and took the lead in applauding.
"Hey, I'm not finished yet!"
"I declare that the awarding ceremony is over. Next, we will enter the question and answer session for reporters."
Bang bang bang!!
"I haven't finished speaking yet..."
Russell whispered. It was rare that he was interested in speaking. He only spoke for two hours. This group of people was really disappointed.
"Inspector Russell, I am a reporter for the New York Observer. Some time ago, someone commented that you are a cold-blooded pervert who kills without blinking an eye. What do you think of this matter?"
"Rumors, pure rumors!"
"Inspector, I heard that you are in love with a member of the Kardashian family. Can you give me some inside information?"
"Hype, definitely hype!"
"Inspector, it is said that you are an invisible rich man. You inherited hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth, but you invested it in charity without hesitation. You started as a trainee police officer down-to-earth. Is this true?"
"Slander is simply slander... ahem, this is indeed true."
Russell coughed slightly and said shamefully: "I don't want to talk more about this matter. I hope everyone can help keep a low profile and not report this fact in a big way."
"Inspector, I heard that you have used your assets to establish more than a dozen charity funds, and you are still anonymous. Can you tell me in detail?"
"Everyone, the interview should not be focused on such boring things. I am a policeman, not a philanthropist. This is the point."
"Inspector Russell, when you say you're bored, you mean you're bored with billions of dollars in assets, right?"
"..."
The press conference gradually went off the rails, and the paid reporters asked tricky questions and kept talking about Russell's wealthy persona.
All in all, after today, Russell said that he was a poor man, and the whole world did not believe it.
This is indeed the case. Most of the headlines in the news sections given to Russell by major media outlets the next day were closely related to money.
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The next day, Russell was so happy that he deliberately bought all the newspapers in the newsstand, and then he felt bad.
[Billionaires gave up their wealthy lives and joined the ranks of fighting crime]
[Shocked, the financial boss in the police station]
[He is so unknown and so rich]
[Medal of Honor recipients are actually Wall Street predators]
[The unknown hidden rich man, he is all around us]
Russell: (?Benefit?)
The investiture ceremony was barely perfect. Except for the unsatisfactory speech, everything else was passable. But what happened to the subsequent media interview? Why did it go astray like this?
Can’t the media on the American imperial side focus on some positive things?
He has money, he talks nonsense everywhere... Bah, damn report, his two hours of drool yesterday were in vain.
"Oh, it shouldn't be like this, it's too difficult for me!"
Russell languished on the sofa, weakly stroking the beautiful shorts in his arms.
Today he bought the newspaper and went to the police station to report as usual. As a result, because of the unrealistic report, the door of the police station was blocked by three-digit women, all of whom came to seek marriage.
The flowers are blooming, colorful, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, which fully proves that the United States is a very tolerant country.
In order to maintain normal order, the chief refused to allow him to enter the police station and gave him a day off.
One week!
The director hopes that Russell will really keep a low profile in the next week, and it is best to hide at home and not go out.
In the United States, one week is enough for all kinds of breaking news, especially in the gossip section, when a certain celebrity announces that he is gay, or when a certain celebrity is arrested for drunk driving.
Soon people will no longer remember who Russell is, and he will be able to go back to work.
The premise is that he keeps a low profile recently and doesn't cause too much noise like in the slums.
Russell said he would try his best to keep a low profile. After all, it is too difficult. He has always wanted to keep a low profile, but high-profile things always hit him. He would rather die than look back.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Russell knew without looking that it must be the unlucky sisters on the first floor. After seeing today's news, the two of them came up to beg for help.
He stroked the short hair in his arms, and the latter opened his eyes, his vertical pupils became round, jumped down briskly, walked to the door and opened it.
"Officer Russell, it's the two of us again. Are you surprised or surprised?"
Max shamelessly spoke out, spent half a million dollars on the table, and recovered in just four days. His heartlessness is truly admirable.
Maybe it's just a habit.
"I'm not surprised. I knew you were coming yesterday."
Russell rolled his eyes: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly, but the ugly words are ahead. My basement is already full. Also, if you are borrowing money, I need to pay back the five thousand US dollars first."
"You misunderstood. We came here for other reasons."
"Something else? You didn't read today's newspaper, so you don't know...what about that?" Russell asked curiously.
"No, we usually pick up other people's newspapers, so what you are talking about, we will know after a while."
Caroline answered calmly, and the truth was heartbreaking.
"Don't you watch TV either?"
"The television does not work!"
"Not online?"
"The computer is also broken."
"You always have a mobile phone, right?"
"There is no electricity. There is a power outage at home due to arrears of payment. We plan to go to the restaurant to charge it at night."
Russell:(?_?)
He said speechlessly: "If I guess correctly, you haven't gone out today, right?"
"Yeah!" x2
"I'm convinced! Tell me, what's the matter?"
Russell let out a long sigh. Living in a big city like New York, Max and Caroline lived a primitive life. With their intelligence capabilities, they couldn't even think about doing business. If there were business opportunities, they wouldn't be able to do it.
"It's like this. After Max and I experienced the tragedy of investment failure, we learned the hard way and found that venture capital is not suitable for us, whether it is financial stocks or real industries..."
"Wait a minute, let me tell you."
Russell interrupted the talkative Caroline and pointed at Max.
"Officer Russell, we are ready to continue the dream of the little cake."
"So, let's borrow money?"
"No, the oven at home is broken. I want to borrow yours..."
"Move it, don't let me see it again."
"Thank you so much, you are simply the guardian angel God gave us."
Max showed a fierce look, showed his fangs, and rushed towards Russell on the sofa with the ball. Because the foul movement was too fast, Russell could not react and was hit hard and unable to move.
"Max, let Officer Russell go, he can't breathe."
Caroline took a breath of cold air and stepped forward to pull Max away, but she tripped and fell on her feet.
At this time, the door was pushed open, Russell struggled to squeeze his head out, and found that the person who came was actually a Maserati.
The chaotic scene on the sofa was unbearable to watch. Matilda raised her hands to cover her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were too big to block anything.