Chapter 998

Germany's failure is doomed, and it's coming fast.

At the end of the month, the Soviet army invaded Berlin before the US Army, successfully ending the European battlefield.

Moustache was also found committing suicide in the basement, which angered the US military.

They did not take credit for the capture of Berlin, but also lost the moustache. Neither of the two biggest contributions was recorded.

This has made countless U.S. troops who want to make a great contribution to China's military. I believe Eisenhower is also very angry. He failed to make his trip to Europe a success.

This is Eisenhower's biggest disappointment. He is ready for the party and speech.

If his men could be ahead of the Soviet army, these preparations would not be rubbish.

However, as the supreme commander of the Allied forces in Europe, his personal credit will be recognized by the whole alliance.

His name will be written with Normandy, the most glorious landing war in human history, forever recorded in history.

The capture of Berlin, the dwarf suicide, a lot of good news followed.

There are NC troops who surrender almost every day. Naturally, there are those who will fight to the death. However, these are no longer the focus.

The end of the European war is a foregone conclusion, which is the most important thing.

Later, they also found a strange camp, concentration camp...

in just two days, the scene about the inhumanity of NC concentration camp spread to the whole world, and people were shocked by the tragic situation.

The written records left by NC are evidence of who was held in the camp, how long, and whether they died or survived.

What kind of torture they suffered has become the big news that reporters are scrambling to cover.

War reporters who have a cold and life-threatening are rewarded. Big news is like spiritual food for them, which is enough to offset all their efforts.

The Los Angeles News Corporation reporter was also on the scene, and he not only got first-hand information, but also became famous for being the first to send the consultation back to North America.

It's good news, but not for everyone.

Joyce, a senior reporter of the New York Times, is in charge of the economic section. Many years ago, a group of photos of twins and Mary gave her the position.

However, in recent years, she has never received good news.

This made her situation in the New York Times awkward and delicate. The boss was dissatisfied with her performance, and the rising star was staring at her position again.

Joyce was under a lot of pressure, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't write an amazing report.

It's not a "yes," or "OK."

It is big news that can cause people to rush to buy and set off public opinion.

It's not her job to do well. What he needs is to be the best, better than everyone else, and find big news.

That's the key to keeping her current position.

Interestingly, she has never been blessed with good luck since that day.

The encounter with Mary didn't make them friends. She didn't get valuable news from each other. She couldn't even meet her.

"I have to do something to change the situation!" Looking at the newspaper full of honor of the young man, wearing a helmet, wearing military uniform, holding a camera.

Joyce thought he had to be brave... Bolder.

So, she decided to go down to Li's apartment building and try her luck, but it was just like this.

"Miss, you can't stay here." When she arrived at Li's apartment, Joyce crouched across the apartment, and soon someone came to drive her away.

"Why?" Joyce was puzzled and said, "I'm a reporter from the New York Times. I have the right to interview."

"This is a private place, and it has the same right of privacy, if you have to be serious." The security guard said coldly.

"All right." Joyce shook his head helplessly and tried: "but, I know Mrs. Li..."

the security guards looked at each other. After asking Joyce's name, one of them turned to the lobby. There was a phone call for him to contact the security room.

"Boss, someone at the door said he knew his wife. Her name was Joyce... A reporter from the New York Times..." the security guard conveyed what he knew.

New York Times reporter, Joyce.

"Let her come up!" Li Zitao, who was staying at home, was feeling a little bored, so he let him see what the reporter Miss wanted to do.

As far as he knew, Mary didn't seem to have a close journalist friend, that is to say, she was lying.

"Interesting." Putting down the dumbbell in his hand, Li Zitao turned to the bathroom and said, "please wait for a moment in the living room. I have to clean myself up first."

Walking into the hall with a star top, you can see the floor smooth enough to be a mirror, the classical carving, the careful and comfortable arrangement, and the dazzling decoration.

Joyce felt like a dream at this moment. She really came in.

But when the elevator went up, Joyce suddenly thought of a bad question, "I lied..."But then Joyce thought, "it's not a lie at all. I do know her... I'm not sure she remembers me."

Just as Joyce comforted herself, the elevator had arrived at the reception hall, and she followed the man who claimed to be the housekeeper to the sofa.

"What can I do for you, Miss Joyce? Tea, coffee?" Francois asked softly.

"Tea... No, whisky?" Joyce felt she needed a drink to calm down.

"Of course." Frandy looked at her unexpectedly. A strange woman broke into the apartment and asked for wine.

It's like a hint.

It's just that frandy doesn't like it very much, because this is Li's apartment. If his wife knows about it, things will get worse.

"Francois, is the man here?" Li Zitao came in wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

"Yes, sir." Frandy stood by the sofa, pointed to Joyce and said, "Miss Joyce, a reporter for the New York Times."

"Hello, Joyce." Li Zitao sat opposite with a smile, looked at the whisky on the table and said unexpectedly: "good choice."

"Yes, yes." Joyce stuttered.

Then she quickly picked up the wine in front of her and poured it into her mouth. The pungent taste of pure whisky made her cough awkwardly.

"Relax, Joyce... You and Mary are friends?" Li Zitao sipped his whisky and said with a smile, "this is the top scotch. You should taste it slowly."

"Yes, sir, i... I know... I..." Joyce tried, but she couldn't.

"I'm sorry, sir, I lied. I'm not familiar with your wife. I took pictures of her just a few years ago." Joyce decided to be frank.

Although the other party is laughing, but the look of the eye is like seeing through everything.

Joyce, as if stripped, stood in front of each other, with no secret to hide from the inside out, which made her unable to continue to lie.

"Well, Joyce, it gives me the desire to continue talking to you." As he motioned to Francois to pour another glass of wine for the other party, Li Zitao, holding his cigar in his mouth, asked, "tell me, Ms. Joyce, what do you want from me?"

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