Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

On the way back, Zhang Ga walked all the way, thinking about making money all the way.

After discovering the mine, Zhang Ga couldn't hold back his ups and downs, and threw a mine out of his hands.

Now I really have no money on hand. Whether it is selling oil or coal, I have to save up, and there is nothing to sell in a short time.

"Do you want to start a live broadcast and beg the masters to watch the Rockets?"

Zhang Ga muttered, this thing is a good idea.

If you meet a rich woman, just pay yourself tens of millions, and your blood will be restored on the spot.

The problem is that dreaming can't solve real problems...

But... Zhang Ga saw Odina carrying bricks in the crowd from a distance, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

You can't live broadcast, but you can film!

Do not misunderstand!

The filming here is not the kind of film with two or three people.

It's the kind of film with more people and more scenes!

Well, it's actually a documentary.

Zhang Ga intends to cooperate with the Fadland News Times Company where Odina works to make a documentary.

The Fadland Press Times Company contributed money and technical personnel.

The so-called technicians are Odina and Deni, and they provide the shooting conditions on their own side.

Isn't the whole world paying attention to the war in Garland now?

It is conceivable that most of the news is actually official information, and there will not be too many detailed records.

If there is a live report of the first scene, as long as the contradictions and materials are identified, it will definitely set off a big explosion.

The Fardland News Times sent Odina and Deni to the mountain area, probably with the same intention in mind.

"That's right!" Zhang Ga nodded, "It looks like he has something to do."

Just as he was planning a big plan, he saw Odina in front of her screaming in pain, a rock accidentally hit her hiking boots, and she immediately fell to the ground clutching her feet.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Zhang Ga gritted his teeth and said nothing, and felt a little admiration for this woman in his heart.

It just so happened that Odina also saw him, as if all the anger and grievances erupted in an instant.

The female reporter immediately turned into a wounded lioness, limped over, and shouted at Zhang Ga: "You despicable DC! I am a citizen of Falderland, and I am a reporter, not your slave! I want to protest!"

Zhang Ga looked calm, nodded and said: "I accept your protest, so you don't have to move bricks now."

Originally thinking that she would be treated more harshly, Odina was ready to use the women's martial arts to cut off her children and grandchildren.

Unexpectedly, the tribal chief seemed to be very enlightened, and directly accepted her protest and relieved her of her job.

Odina stared at Zhang Ga suspiciously.

There is definitely a conspiracy!

Thinking about it, Odina couldn't help but grabbed her collar and took a step back in a panic.

Zhang Ga ignored her extravagant behavior, but smiled slightly and said, "How about we negotiate a deal?"

Odina said nervously, "What deal?"

She actually regretted that she had nothing to do and ran out to protest.

It's just that when I hit my foot just now, I really couldn't hold back the emotions in my heart.

In fact, Odina can also see that everyone around them is working as hard as they can, and everyone is doing their best to build a new home.

So working with these people, Odina didn't feel much of a gap, nor did she feel humiliated.

What she hates is this guy who idles around every day, hangs around, and restricts his personal freedom domineeringly.

Now this demon wants to trade with himself?

Looking at his wretched smile, what deal can there be?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ga's next words were beyond her expectation.

"I plan to cooperate with your newspaper and invite you and your partner to make a documentary here, to show the world a real Garland, a real Fakhru, and the real experiences of the people living here."

Zhang Ga spread out his hands, extremely sincere.

Even Odina was slightly moved.

She thought for a while and said, "But our camera's power is only enough for about four hours, and I'm afraid it's not enough to capture enough material."

She and Deni's original plan was to conduct a quick filming and interview in this mountainous area, complete the work within two days, and return to the Thousand Stars Alliance.

Then look for opportunities to make a second and third attempt.

So there is no preparation for long-term stationing at all.

Who knew he was arrested the first time.

"This is not a problem!" Zhang Ga said, "I will provide you with all the logistical support. Of course, my tribe and people need a little money to improve their lives!"

As Zhang Ga said, rubbing his fingers together, a treacherous smile appeared on his face.

Chapter 14 The Art of Bragging

Fadland.

Agence France Presse headquarters.

Augustine Bruce, International Director in a pink suit, is holding a stirring spoon with his orchid finger and tasting coffee.

Coffee from the Middle East has recently become Director Bruce's new hobby.

The coffee in the Middle East is very strong and has a bit of burnt bitterness. That is because the heat of roasting the coffee beans is often greater and the roasting time is longer.

Director Bruce has always believed that this is a barbaric and rude performance.

But now, he tasted a unique and rich taste from this cup of Middle Eastern coffee.

Of course, even Bruce himself has to admit that the reason why coffee in the Middle East has won his favor in recent days is inseparable from the performance data of the International Department in recent days.

Director Bruce really loves the Middle East these days.

Under the love of the house and black, the coffee in the Middle East has also become unique.

However, with the passage of time, Bruce has been keenly aware that compared with the first two days when the war broke out, the data in the future will definitely plummet.

Because starting from this morning, the news reports of the International Department are not much different from those of other news companies.

This is a problem with the source of information.

All the information they have so far comes from press conferences and official announcements from both sides of the conflict in Garland.

There is no uniqueness.

Bruce, an experienced director, quickly realized the problem.

He suddenly felt that the coffee in his hand was not very fragrant.

Bruce put down his coffee cup and called the expatriate far away in the capital of Garland.

"Why haven't you found a new source of information yet? When I gave you the funds, did I save you some money?" Bruce asked bluntly without any greetings.

On the other side of the phone, he faltered and kept apologizing.

Bruce said angrily: "I don't need your apology. If you can find the exclusive news, I can apologize to you every day. Even if I call you 'dear' every day, it's not impossible!"

The middle-aged male reporter on the other end of the phone trembled slightly, and quickly said: "Ah, no need, Mr. Director, I will definitely work hard."

Bruce's tone didn't ease in any way, and he continued to spout: "I don't want your efforts, I want to see the result! The result! Find me an informant, find clues, dig up scoops! Do you hear me? It doesn't matter if you spend money, kneel down It doesn't matter if you ask for help, even if it means kidnapping an informant! I don't care what method you use, news, news, I want news!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The employee on the other end of the phone wanted to make another statement, but Bruce had already hung up the phone with a "snap".

"A bunch of trash!" Bruce squeezed his orchid fingers with both hands and rubbed them on his temples.

Suddenly, a phone call came in.

Bruce thought it was the subordinate just now, and after picking it up, he continued to growl: "Do you want me to repeat it... Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Odina, it's you! How about it, playing in the League of Thousand Stars Are you still happy?"

For the daughter of the company president, Bruce didn't dare to offend at all.

So when Odina strongly demanded to go to Garland, Bruce only arranged her in the Thousand Star Alliance next door to Garland, which can be regarded as a gold-plated expatriate.

Go back and find a few manuscripts at random, and ask her to sign them and send them out.

Although the Alliance of Thousand Stars is a country composed of tribes, its development concept is actually quite advanced. There are also two fairly modern high-tech cities, as well as many famous scenic spots. It is an ideal tourist and holiday resort.

Bruce thought that Odina would definitely have a good time there and would not contact the company at all, but who knew that the call came in just a few days ago.

Garan State, Fahelu Tribe.

Odina was sitting in the base with a satellite phone in her hand. She had no time to marvel at the strangeness of this building, but quickly reported the situation here to Bruce.

Bruce didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that this young lady just randomly found a primitive tribe in the fuzzy border.

However, they belonged to the International Department, not the Humanities and History Department. This kind of primitive tribe who was far away from the battlefield and had no news had no interview value at all.

These locals may not know that their country is already at war.

Just as Bruce was about to say a few words of comfort and encouragement to send Odina away, he suddenly heard the other party say: "This place is only twenty kilometers away from the place where the mob army is stationed, and there was a fierce gun battle the day before yesterday. More than 200 people were recruited!"

Bruce was startled.

Zhang Ga, who was sitting across from Odina, was even more shocked.

He thought that old Hassan's bragging ability was invincible in the world, but he didn't expect that this person was even braver than old Hassan!

Whose general is this?

No, is this bitch engaged in news, or self-media?

At the International Department of Agence France-Presse, Director Bruce was stunned for a moment, then excited and ecstatic, but soon, he forced himself to calm down and asked with a smile: "My dear Odina, is this the one you heard Yes, or did you see it with your own eyes? Oh, I don't doubt what you mean, I just want to see the photos of the scene..."

Odina had already asked Zhang Ga for photos of the corpses and guns. Although there were certainly not more than 200 people in the photo, she could see the whole leopard at a glance. It meant that it was enough to prove that this incident really happened.

As for the details of the data, isn't this exactly what journalists need to investigate and verify!

Opening the new incoming email, the sender is anonymous, but Bruce doesn't care.

He directly clicked on more than a dozen of the bloody photos, and a frenzied expression appeared on his face.

This is the news!

This is the truth!

This is the breaking point!

But not enough!

A wealth of experience and keen intuition told Bruce that it wasn't enough.

Those dozen photos could quickly fuel a sharp press release, but they're too thin.

No matter how hot a hot spot is, it will soon be overwhelmed by all kinds of new information.

In order to form a continuous fiery effect, there must be enough materials to allow them to be released continuously.

Only then will there be continuous discussions and topics, and the popularity and traffic will continue to grow explosively.

After hanging up the phone, Bruce opened his Hermes bag, hurriedly put on his makeup, then left the office with a writhing posture, heading for the president's office on the upper floor.

He intends to let Miss Odina continue to dig deeper there, but this matter must be approved by the president...

In the base, Zhang Ga watched Odina put down the phone and asked in surprise, "Why didn't you mention the documentary to him?"

Odina smiled slightly: "You don't know Bruce at all, he will take the initiative to mention it to me!"

Chapter 15 Declaring War

Not enough news material?

nonexistent.

That night, Sangbiao captured the Kamash tribe again.