Chapter 399 Reporter Conflict
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As she pondered this, Tang Yue's car had already reached the edge of a city. Outside the car window, the street scene came into view. Tang Yue felt that this city seemed different from other places, and she had a feeling that this was the end of Igorevich and his group.
The fierce tug of war between several men not far ahead caught Tang Yue's attention. The reason was simple. Tang Yue spotted an oriental face among them. The corners of her lips curled up slightly. Isn't it like someone is offering a pillow just because you feel sleepy?
Hey, they are almost there, if she slows down she will miss out. Tang Yue sighed, there was really nothing she could do.
Tang Yue was helpless when General Igorevich's convoy suddenly stalled without warning. General Igorevich sat up straight, alert. He quickly turned his head and looked around, shouting, "Anatole, what's going on?!"
Anatoly was also bewildered. He hurriedly got out of the car and began to check its condition, muttering, "Why is it like this again? This is really hell!"
Tang Yue didn't care how the soldiers here lined up to surround all the military vehicles. The better it was to keep the chaos here for a while.
Tang Yue flashed and approached the quarreling men. She didn't use her consciousness to investigate. Now that she was close, she could hear more clearly. One of the tall, fleshy-faced Russians was roaring at the Oriental man:
"Humph! I think you haven't figured out your own identity yet? You are Chinese, haha, Chinese, do you understand?
You should be the one reporting this kind of horrific thing! We are protected by God, and there is absolutely no way we'll lose our lives over something so inexplicable!"
As he said that, he reached out and pushed the Chinese man hard. The Chinese man staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Another Russian man with a mustache also joined in the commotion: "That's right, aren't you Chinese people brave? Besides, don't you believe in ghosts and gods?"
So, since you're familiar with this kind of bizarre disappearance, wouldn't it be perfect for you to report on it? Why did you refuse?
East? You don't seem to know your situation. You earn our money, eat our food, drink our drinks, shouldn't you make more contributions to us?
Remember, this is your job, and you're supposed to do it. We Russian journalists have no interest in getting involved in this kind of thing!" He had a mocking smile on his face, and his tone was full of contempt and disdain.
The Chinese reporter gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger, but he suppressed his anger and said in fluent Maozi: "This is our common job, why do you always push dangerous tasks onto me?
We are both journalists, so what right do you have to order me around like this? Great men say that everyone is equal, and what you are doing is totally unfair!" However, in the eyes of those arrogant Russians, his resistance was like watching a clown.
"Fair? Hahaha!" The tall Russian reporter threw his head back and laughed, "In our country, there is no fairness for you lowly Chinese people!
You'd better listen, or you'll be in trouble!" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the collar of the Chinese reporter, lifting him up, his face showing an extremely ferocious expression.
The mustachioed Russian looked at the Chinese reporter like he was trash. "Dongfang, remember, you have to visit each city one by one, and when you come back, make sure you get the facts straight. Remember, this is our team's job."
After saying this, several Russian reporters laughed at the Chinese reporters, then turned around and left.
Tang Yue watched this scene from the side, and the anger in her heart suddenly rose.
Although she didn't understand what they were saying, she still understood a few words: China, East. Obviously, the man with an oriental face who was being bullied was from China.
Is this how all Chinese people in foreign countries live? Tang Yue couldn't be accused of generalizing; what she saw was indeed like this. Who could refute that?
Haha, good, these old Russians really pissed her off. She had heard that when these old Russians went to China, they were really bossy and arrogant, and China treated them as VIPs.
But the Chinese people in the Russian country are not treated as well as the cats and dogs in their arms. How can this be tolerated?
Tang Yue stared at the Russians who were about to leave. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and in an instant, an invisible force attacked the legs of those Russian reporters.
The Russian reporters, who were laughing wildly and feeling that they had a few more months of paid vacation to enjoy themselves, suddenly felt a sharp pain in their thighs, as if they were hit hard by an iron rod, and they all screamed.
His legs were out of control and his body fell forward, falling heavily to the ground, each of them lying flat on their face.
Several people rolled on the ground in pain. The severe pain in their bodies never stopped, as if they were hit by heavy punches at all times, and they screamed in pain.
The Chinese reporter witnessed all this and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He stared wide-eyed, watching those usually arrogant and domineering Russian reporters rolling on the ground and shouting. He felt it was very unreal.
He didn't know how many times he had rehearsed this scenario in his mind, but he didn't dare, and couldn't do it. Because he couldn't bear the consequences.
At this moment, the people who usually bullied him the most were rolling on the ground in pain, and he felt very happy watching them. But soon he became confused. What was going on with these people?
Why did they look so painful and howling so miserably? It shouldn't be like that. There was no one around them. The Chinese reporter's face turned cold. Were they faking it? Was it to frame him?
His facial expressions kept changing, and Tang Yue was quite amazed to see them. Even when he was being bullied by these guys, this kid hadn't shown so many expressions. Now, it seemed like he was finally able to sense a hint of life in him.
Tang Yue had been invisible the entire time, but now she wanted to tease the Chinese reporter. She whispered into his ear, "How's it going? Are you satisfied with the lesson I gave them?"
The Chinese reporter's reaction was similar to Kong Xiangwei's. He immediately turned his head around, but when he didn't see the Chinese man, he became uneasy. His voice was a little halting, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Apparently realizing his question wasn't very helpful, he quickly tried to smooth it over. "It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't matter if it's a god, a human, or a ghost. Thank you for your help. I really, really appreciate it!"
It was you who made sure these people received the punishment they deserved.”
Tang Yue didn't know how this Chinese reporter's brain circuit worked, but this guy was quite quick to accept new things.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The man immediately shook his head. "Don't be afraid! You're a good..." He didn't know whether to say a good person? A good ghost? Or a good god? But he secretly wondered, if it was a ghost, why would a ghost from China float to Russia?
"Are you often bullied by these people?"
The Chinese reporter lowered his head slightly and said, "Yes. It has been like this since I joined the newspaper."
"Are you a reporter?"
"Yes."
Tang Yue was very confused. "Is Maozi Country so good? Since you have been bullied all the time, why don't you go back to China? Don't say you are not Chinese."
The Chinese reporter was even more depressed after hearing this. "We can't go back. We can never go back."
Tang Yue didn't understand. "Tell me clearly why you can't go back. Are you also controlled by the Russians?"
The Chinese reporter didn't expect Tang Yue to ask this question. This ghost/god knew quite a lot, and even knew that many people were detained by the Russians. However, he shook his head and said, "Our family's situation is different. We escaped during the war."
Because my father is an expert in the military industry, they accepted us immediately. Furthermore, they changed our nationality.”
The Chinese reporter grew increasingly frustrated. "So, it's so difficult for us to leave Russia. We don't even know if the people we used to know in China are still around anymore. There's no way to get in touch with them."
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