Not everyone is just an unsung cog in the machine; Nie Zhao is an example of someone who isn't.
Today, all television stations in Hong Kong are broadcasting live, capturing the streets and reporting in real time. One television station captured a scene where he opened his car window and waved to the public as he went to the Governor's House, which was unprecedented for him. The station immediately switched the live signal to the scene and followed the whole process.
Far away on the mainland, at the Special Service Center's reporter camp, Nie Yao, with a backpack in one hand and a camera in the other, was waiting with his colleagues for the assembly call to change shifts when he glanced back and saw his younger brother's figure on the rows of television screens on the wall.
His colleagues also turned around and looked at Nie Zhao.
The young female colleague who had just been assigned to him standing next to him even gave a soft whistle.
But no one said anything, and they only glanced at it twice before turning back.
They needed to assemble immediately when the whistle blew, board military trucks, and head to the main force's training camp.
When there is a consensus, everyone is just a small cog in the machine, but everyone strives to do their best.
Finally, the whistle blew, and everyone moved in unison, backpacks and cameras slung over their shoulders, and filed out.
Only Nie Yao couldn't help but turn back and glance at the screen again as he was leaving.
On the screen, two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stepped aside, revealing Nie Zhao, who had climbed the steps and turned back with a smile.
Only on a color, heavily sharpened screen, in a super close-up, can you faintly see the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
He wore a three-button formal suit, but only the top two buttons were fastened. It was remarkable that he was almost forty years old, yet he still had an inverted triangle physique and a toned waist, a physique comparable to that of bodyguards.
But his habitual slight hunchback and the wariness and defensiveness in his eyes set him apart from others.
Money and power are both factors that enhance a man's charm. As long as a man has money and power, his appearance is not important. Most rich people don't care much about their appearance. Of course, rich people are more prone to depravity. Alcohol damages the liver, and lust damages the kidneys. Life is not happy without alcohol and lust. But once you indulge in them, money cannot erase the damage they cause, which is all visible on your appearance.
When a man is twenty, his appearance is still largely determined by nature; whether he is ugly or handsome is a matter of fate. But if he wants to stand out in appearance by the time he is forty, without eye bags that look like they could support fish or flabby skin that stretches to his chin, he must be self-disciplined and strict with himself.
Despite his aloofness, Nie Yao appeared humble on the surface, but inwardly he looked down on everyone, especially the wealthy people in Hong Kong.
They're nothing but a bunch of parasites who divide up Hong Kong's resources and suck the blood of the people.
But he would always feel jealousy towards Nie Zhao, and he would always admire him.
Always be self-disciplined, always cautious, and always diligent. If he doesn't look good, who will? If he doesn't make money, who will?
Nie Yao was a step too slow. By the time he ran to the truck, all his colleagues were already on it. The new young female colleague glared at the other colleagues, smiled, and reached out to Nie Yao, trying to pull him onto the truck.
But Nie Yao bypassed his female colleague, jumped up, and pulled himself onto the train carriage with one hand while doing a pull-up. In the blink of an eye, he was already inside the carriage. He unpacked his backpack, leaned against his chest, and sat down in one smooth motion.
He knew that his female colleague, who had been rebuffed, was cursing and despising him in her heart, while the other colleagues were just watching the show.
But it doesn't matter anymore; he doesn't care about any of that.
He was just thinking that in terms of self-discipline and diligence, he was no worse than Nie Zhao. But if there is Zhou Yu, why is there Zhuge Liang? He was ultimately a little inferior to Nie Zhao, and the one who could stand at the top of the pyramid was destined to be the most outstanding one.
Clutching the camera in his arms, he was the first to grab the handle as the car started moving.
Truly outstanding people don't fade away forever because of one failure. Keep striving, Nie Yao will eventually become the best military reporter and war correspondent. In this industry, one day he will reach the top.
He will always be the sharpest, hardest, and most painful thorn in Nie Zhao's heart!
Nie Yao will always be a tough nut to crack. Huo Qi Huo Sir, known as the toughest man in all of Hong Kong, is still a tough nut to crack today. This is his last rehearsal. Standing in the bathroom, in front of the mirror of the sink, he is in a daze.
Although he only needs to say a few simple commands, he always feels that his emotions and tone are not right when he looks in the mirror, and it is difficult for him to find the state he wants.
Inspector Gu sent him a text message asking how his preparations were going. He glanced at the message but didn't reply.
He didn't want just good, he wanted absolute good, because he knew best that the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had so many outstanding officers who were all driven by justice and worked tirelessly to protect this land, because it was their home.
However, the police force's image is currently at an unprecedented low.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but how should he present them to the world?
This demonstrates their new face after cutting off their flesh and bones and eliminating corruption, as well as their sincere yet firm attitude of being willing to open their arms but also hoping to receive dignified and human rights-based treatment from the mainland.
How could he express himself in just a few words?
Suddenly, the phone on the sink rang. He thought it was Mr. Gu, glanced at it, and was about to continue.
But in a flash, he picked up his phone again, opened it, and began to carefully read the text messages.
He has at most half a friend on the mainland, a friend that the other party is clinging to but that he doesn't acknowledge, and that is Yue Zhongqi. It was Yue who sent the text message. It's amazing that Captain Yue, who doesn't have much literary knowledge, could send such a philosophical text message.
He said: People tend to care more about what they lack, and the most terrifying consciousness in people is not laziness or depravity, but expectation, the expectation that others can give them something.
This is one message, followed by another: "Officer Huo, do you remember the Internationale I played for you? Think about the first line, and I think you'll be able to calm down. Don't be nervous, relax and take it slow. See you tonight!"
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