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Early the next morning.
The corridor outside He Zhou's ward was so crowded that it woke him up from his sleep.
These are all reporters who have come from all over the country. They are a group of people with the most sensitive sense of smell, gathering wherever there is a hot spot.
Originally, because of Liang Qunfeng's threat, the provincial government's media were intimidated and dared not openly come to interview He Zhou.
But today, He Zhou appeared in the important pages of the "People's Daily" as a hero of Anti-drug, and everything changed differently!
Although the article mostly elaborates on how Handong plans and lays out strategies, and how to strike hard to combat drug trafficking organization, it also casually mentions He Zhou's spirit of fearlessly infiltrating behind enemy lines, gathering intelligence, and engaging in a shootout with over twenty drug lord.
Even the central newspapers have defined it like this, so are the local media and newspapers in Handong not going to report it? I'm afraid Liang Qunfeng will have to pay attention to his image.
"Senior Brother, the two comrades outside asked me to get your opinion, what do you think?" Hou Liangping walked in briskly. He has always regarded his Senior Brother as his life idol, and naturally he is happy to see him become famous all over the world.
"What newspapers are there?"
He Zhou had just spoken when his gaze settled on a very inconspicuous newspaper that completely captivated him. He touched his chin and asked, "Is this 'Public Security Communication' from the provincial government, or...?" He did need to give an interview at the moment, playing it low-key, but he needed a certain level of exposure to let people within the system know who he was and break free from his current state of obscurity.
But at the same time, you have to control the heat well.
If overexposed, it will also be Turning point and equally inappropriate.
In the atmosphere of thousands of years of national conditions in China, officials are ultimately different from entertainment stars and socially discussed figures, and low-key is the most basic principle.
If too high-profile, it is definitely harmful and unhelpful.
This is completely different from an election-based country. Politicians in election-based countries cannot tolerate lack of exposure and fear being forgotten by voters, so they act like clowns in front of the camera, performing ridiculous clown shows.
"I'll go out and ask," Hou Liangping thought for a moment, and just now completely forgot to ask about this.
So he quickly ran out and brought back the news, "It's confirmed, it's from the capital."
He Zhou understood, then let's first accept an interview from Public Security Communication.
Currently, he is still a police officer. It is somewhat inappropriate for him to accept interviews from other newspapers before "Public Security Communication." It can be said that "Public Security Communication" is the newspaper that truly determines his future. Even the real big shots within the public security system will pay attention to it.
"Please help me bring in the journalist, sir."
As soon as He Zhou finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a camera slung over his shoulder, looking gentle and refined, walked in and waved his hand, saying, "There's no need for the trouble."
He introduced himself while shaking hands with Qi Tongwei, saying, "Comrade Qi Tongwei, hello, I am Su Han, a reporter from 'Public Security Communication.' I came uninvited today mainly to interview you."
"Very honored," He Zhou smiled warmly.
He gave Hou Liangping a knowing look.
Hou Liangping understood and went outside to temporarily persuade the reporters from other news agencies to leave.
These newspapers all came with a mission. Even if they didn't complete the interview task, they will still express the most sincere respect and admiration for He Zhou, this Anti-drug hero with the utmost emotion.
However, these journalists are not going to give up easily, and have started a protracted battle.
"Qi Tongwei Comrade, can you tell us more about your deeds?" The journalist opened his recording pen, spread out his notebook, and glanced at the prepared questions.
Of course, unlike accepting those third-rate tabloids, "Public Security Communication" didn't give him any standard answers, just told him to speak the truth.
He Zhou slightly closed his eyes, without thinking about how to decorate or embellish the event, and slowly said, "...... When I saw the light, I knew that the secret passage exit was right in front of me. At that moment, I had two choices.
One was to choose silence, and the result would be that these drug lords would divide and escape with the assets, and then reemerge in a few years in a different place, causing further diffusion.
"My inner voice told me that I couldn't just stand by and let this happen, couldn't let countless families be broken because of them... so I followed the choice of my heart!"
"Comrade Qi Tongwei, weren't you afraid at that time?" The reporter hesitated for a moment, then continued with some emotion, "After all, they had more than twenty people, each of them a drug lord with blood on their hands, and they definitely had weapons on them. And you only had fifty bullets..."
"If infiltrating behind enemy lines requires wisdom, then Qi Tongwei's decisiveness requires the courage to disregard life and death.
"It's just a matter of life and death."
He Zhou smiled slightly and said slowly, "I am the son of the common people, coming from the common people.
If I unfortunately perish in this anti-drug operation, I have only one request: please arrange for my ashes to be sent back to my hometown, to return to the roots and embrace the common people once more."
"Comrade Qi Tongwei, you are truly a worthy lone hero! Even more commendable is your level of thinking, which has reached such a high level, it makes me feel ashamed."
The journalist finished speaking and took out an envelope from his briefcase, forcefully handed it to He Zhou, "This is a token of appreciation from the newspaper, please accept it."
After the reporter returned to report, Hou Liangping walked in and the first thing he saw was He Zhou opening an envelope and counting money.
"How many?"
The monkey spirit Hou Liangping leaned over.
He Zhou With a flick of his hand, five large unity tickets appeared in his hand.
Now it's the early 1990s, and although prices and wages have been rising one after another.
However, fifty yuan is still a considerable amount of money, roughly equivalent to the monthly salary of He Zhou, a highly dangerous anti-drug police officer.
"Treating! Treating!" Hou Liangping winked and clamored with some envy.
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