Wang Er walked up to Chen Yu, a smug smile on his face and anticipation in his eyes. He glanced around at the villagers watching, feeling like the center of attention, basking in this sudden sense of glory.
"Just say what you want to know," Wang Er said, looking at Chen Yu and the other two with an arrogant expression.
Chen Yu didn't hold Wang Er's attitude against him. He asked gently, "Brother, how is that 'foreign prisoner' doing now?"
Wang Er said with a hint of pride, "It's alright. During this time, they've been eating and sleeping at my house, and they've become quite plump and healthy. They've been eating better than me. I haven't brought shame to our country."
At this point, Wang Er seemed to have thought of something and lowered his voice to ask, "By the way, I wanted to ask, after the relevant government officials take him away, will my expenses during this period be reimbursed?"
"Hehe, yes, we can report it, we can report it," Chen Yu replied with a smile. "Brother, we'd like to go and interview him in person. I wonder if it's convenient for you here?"
“This…this might not be in accordance with the rules, right? After all, these are ‘foreign prisoners,’ and it might even involve state secrets. Without the consent of the relevant departments, it might be possible for you reporters to take pictures haphazardly.” Wang Er looked at the camera lens carried on Chen Yu’s shoulder with a wary expression.
"It's alright, we can blur the images," Chen Yu laughed. "Besides, if we don't keep the images of you and the 'foreign prisoners,' who will know that you did such a shocking thing?"
Upon hearing Chen Yu's words, Wang Er frowned, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashing in his eyes.
He wanted to enjoy the glory and let his name and deeds spread throughout the village and beyond; yet he also worried that his unintentional actions might cross some sensitive line and cause unnecessary trouble.
"Forget it, my friend, I was there when Wang Er captured the 'foreign prisoners.' Just ask me if you don't know anything," a villager stepped forward, his tone filled with pride and enthusiasm.
Upon hearing this, Wang Er immediately objected and angrily shouted at the villager, "Wang Sanbang, get the hell out of here! What are you doing meddling in this mess!"
Then he looked at Chen Yu, as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, I can let you come to my house for the interview, but let's make it clear beforehand that the content you film must be submitted to me for review!"
Chen Yu readily agreed.
Then, he warmly invited Wang Er to get into the passenger seat of the RV and asked him to help lead the way.
As the RV slowly started moving, the villagers who had been watching quickly followed, intending to go and see what was going on.
Chen Yu's trip wasn't for an interview; he was planning to take away "foreign prisoners." To avoid causing a riot among the villagers, he leaned out of the car window and shouted to everyone, "Fellow villagers, thank you for your support of our work, but this interview needs to maintain a certain level of privacy. In addition, the weather is freezing cold, so please go back to your houses as soon as possible!"
However, the villagers remained unmoved and continued to jeer and follow behind the car.
"Nonsense! When did the people of Wangjia Village become so disorganized and undisciplined?" Wang Er leaned out of the passenger seat and shouted at everyone, "This is a matter of national security. Are you trying to cause trouble for the country by coming here?"
Upon hearing Wang Er's words, everyone stopped in their tracks. With such a serious accusation leveled against them, how could they dare to continue following him? A few bold young men were about to speak up in rebuttal when they were stopped by the stern looks of their elders.
“Brother Wang is right, we can’t cause trouble for the country.” A middle-aged villager stepped forward, his voice steady and strong. “Everyone, let’s go home and not let outside affairs affect the peace of our village.”
The villagers looked at each other, then nodded and turned to leave.
The children, led by the adults, reluctantly headed towards home, but their pace noticeably quickened.
Some villagers were unwilling to give up. Watching the RV drive away, one young man complained, "What's there to be so smug about? In the face of a natural disaster, there isn't a soul in sight for disaster relief, yet they're using such a luxurious broadcast vehicle to conduct interviews. It's a complete waste of national resources!"
“Ah Long, I have to criticize you for saying that,” a middle-aged man said earnestly. “These journalists braved such extreme weather to travel thousands of miles to conduct interviews, wasn’t it to bring you real information and help you understand the outside world? For that alone, it’s not excessive for them to drive even the most luxurious cars! As for disaster relief, the government has been working hard. Perhaps due to road conditions, weather, or other reasons, relief supplies have not yet reached us, but please believe that the country has never forgotten any disaster victims in any corner of the country.”
"Yes, and besides, our Great Xia TV reporters are broadcasting to the whole world. Having a luxury broadcast van as a backdrop allows people all over the world to see the strength of our country!" someone echoed.
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On the other side, led by Wang Er, the sled caravan stopped in front of a low snow house in less than two minutes.
"You live in this place?" Lin Lele asked with a look of surprise.
Although the snow on the ground was already about 15 meters deep, they still saw many villagers living in their old houses along the way. Although they had to crawl through snow holes in the ground, it was still warmer than a snow house, wasn't it?
"Sigh! There's nothing I can do, conditions are limited." Wang Er sighed and said angrily, "The damn contractor who built my old house cut corners, the quality was poor, and it collapsed under the weight of the snow."
Then, as if he had just thought of something, he quickly explained, "But don't worry, I definitely didn't put the 'foreign prisoners' in igloos. I specially built him a wooden house. I've seen many foreigners living in wooden houses. This doesn't count as mistreating 'prisoners,' does it?"
"Take us to see him first." Chen Yu had no interest in listening to what Wang Er was saying.
Led by Wang Er, the group entered a wooden house completely covered in snow.
Although the wooden house looked rather simple on the outside, the interior was quite clean and had been carefully decorated by Wang Er.
The stove burned brightly in the center of the room, emitting a warm glow that warded off some of the cold.
Beside the stove, a haggard-looking but still determined foreigner sat on a simple wooden chair. His hands and feet were lightly bound with strips of cloth. Upon seeing Chen Yu and his group, he hurriedly shouted, "This is crazy! Don't you know who I am? Release me!"
After Chen Yu and the other two saw the other person's face clearly, they immediately showed an expression of disbelief.
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