Within a few days, the police arrested the suspect related to the case.
All thanks to Xiaomian's translation. Ordinary people would not have guessed that the witness' words were in sign language order and would have thought he was speaking the local dialect.
During the dinner that night, the director suddenly mentioned that the success of reporting this big news depended on the abilities of newcomers and juniors.
I never thought that translating a recording casually would lead to such a big breakthrough in the news.
The director smiled amiably, "This time, it was all thanks to our classmate Xiao Zhou that the news team was able to dig up the crucial information and help the police solve the case. Let's all toast to Xiao Zhou."
Everyone raised their glasses. Zhou Mian was flattered and said, "I just did what I'm good at. It just happened to be a coincidence."
The director smiled and said, "Xiao Zhou, there's no need to be so modest. Journalists are supposed to dig out useful information from various circumstances and details. You can do this while others can't, and that's a truly remarkable ability."
The seniors all raised their glasses to toast themselves. Each of them was a familiar face from TV, which made the daytime sleeper feel a little dizzy and unreal for a moment.
I am a junior and a reporter's assistant. How can I deserve to be toasted by so many seniors?
Only He Anzhi looked unhappy. He remained silent and did not raise his glass.
She had been in the world of fame and fortune for a long time and had mastered the art of being smooth and slick. She immediately stood up and raised her glass to everyone: "I still have a lot to learn. My predecessors have handled more major news stories. What I have done is really nothing."
Everyone was even more enthusiastic, with no xenophobia or contempt at all. Instead, they kept praising her.
"Xiao Zhou has such outstanding abilities. Sooner or later, he will become our mainstay."
"I heard Xiao Zhou had been working in self-media before. No wonder he performed so well. Self-media is also a type of media."
"Looks like we can send Xiao Zhou to the scene of emergency news from now on. He might be more meticulous and perceptive than us in discovering the truth."
I feel a little embarrassed by the praise for my daytime nap.
Every smiling face is friendly.
After a long while, the director suddenly brought up the matter: "Speaking of which, there's a war breaking out in the Middle East, and our station needs to send a team of war correspondents. I've been having a headache finding the right person."
Zhu Mian also knew about this matter. If war broke out, the station would definitely send people.
The director suddenly smiled: "Xiao Zhou, you are very capable. I think you have done a good job following An Zhi during this period."
Some words, even if you still want to say more, have already said it all.
The reason why she was praised so highly just now became clear to everyone in an instant.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other with their eyes and noses, but they still had a kind smile on their faces.
But the director didn't say much. Instead, he looked at He Anzhi and said, "He Anzhi, you're experienced, have been on camera before, and can stabilize the situation. Leading this team to the Middle East shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Everyone looked at He Anzhi.
He Anzhi only looked at Zhou Mian, but smiled gently and said, "Of course I can go, but Zhou Mian is still a newcomer and lacks experience. He may not be able to respond promptly on the battlefield and deliver effective news. I and a few senior reporters on staff can go."
Everyone has different thoughts.
If he has one less person, other groups will have one more person.
Country G and Country Y are at an urgent war. Country Y has always wanted to swallow up Country G's territory. It has swallowed up most of it over the years, and only has a little land left. Once you go there, you may die there. Before leaving, you have to sign an insurance with your fingerprints, and the station will also provide a guarantee agreement.
This is not a good thing.
Good journalism may not necessarily make you famous, but if you are not careful you may not be able to return home.
Last time, there was a civil war in another country that turned into a split, and they sent out six reporters, but only five came back.
Another body was never found.
Although that was an extreme situation and the current situation is not as serious as it seems, it is a battlefield and things are changing rapidly, so no one can predict it.
I'll let an intern do a daytime nap. Some things are self-evident.
There has always been a fixed number of people to be sent, and only when that standard number is reached can it be considered a team of reporters.
Of course, there are journalists who are willing to take the risk to broadcast the news, but they are a minority after all. When encountering such a thing, everyone’s first thought is to consider the risks and protect themselves.
He Anzhi had offended someone, and everyone wanted to send his group out so that there would be one less person in their own group.
He Anzhi, who had been repeatedly bullied and oppressed during this period, rebelled for the first time: "Teacher, Zhu Mian is new here, and she's still an intern. If she takes risks with me, I won't be able to explain to her parents."
Another senior spoke in a warm and gentle tone, choosing to switch gears. "Xiao Zhou, you and the teacher are definitely going out. What are your thoughts? Should you find another teacher to lead you, or should you go with them to gain practical experience?"
The senior had been hinting that she could go for a nap, and if she didn't go, she would probably go with this senior.
Unlike the other interns, Xiaomian calmly said, "Can I ask you, how many of the senior reporters here have been to the battlefield?"
The senior smiled and said, "Thirty percent. I've already taken this course twice with the teacher. Each time, he came back with both the materials and the students. He's very experienced."
"If you are willing to go, you can apply for a visa and leave immediately. There will be a fast lane, and you will go with the escort and rescue team. If you don't want to, you can still choose from your predecessors, but Xiao Zhou will have to change his master." The minister who had been silent suddenly spoke.
I was just about to answer.
He Anzhi held down Zhou Mian's hand under the table and said, "Let's discuss it again."
"I'm afraid we'll have to leave early. We need to select our team members today," a younger anchor said gently. "We've already selected all the reporters we can. The remaining reporters aren't quite suitable physically, or else we wouldn't have asked Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou is incredibly capable, and we're actually relieved."
This denies the fact that one can still pick out people's words.
Zhumian looked at He Anzhi.
She had a feeling of being on the receiving end of a wall, everyone was laughing, everyone was kind, and sounded like they were thinking about them.
However, they seemed to be forcing He Anzhi to submit.
Xiao Mian didn't feel any friendliness, but suddenly said, "I want to go with the teacher."
He Anzhi, who was always gentle, held her hand tightly under the table.
He slept like nothing happened: "I want to gain experience with teachers and other seniors. This kind of opportunity doesn't come around every time."
There was laughter and praise at the table.
"Xiao Zhou is really responsible. By the way, I also have a lucky charm that I asked for. You can take it with you."
"With such a talented teammate under his wing, once Xiao Zhou graduates, I'm afraid the other teams will be eclipsed."
Everyone was talking and laughing happily, and He Anzhi looked at Zhu Meng.
After the show, outside the restaurant, under the dim streetlights, He Anzhi, covered in snow, stared at her intently, his eyes as bright and sorrowful as the light snow. "Zhumian, have you made up your mind?"
Xiaomian never liked to explain himself to others, even if the person in front of him was his idol: "I am an adult, an adult, and I will be responsible for my own choices."
He Anzhi wanted to persuade her when her cell phone suddenly rang. She looked down and saw that it was Gu Qingxu, whom she hadn't contacted for half a month.
"I'll be in the capital tomorrow and we'll talk."
Zhuomian looked at the sentence for a while, but still turned off the phone.
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