Chapter 1005: It’s always a fight

The failure of the Germans is doomed, and it will come soon.
At the end of the month, the Soviet army invaded Berlin before the US troops, successfully ending the European battlefield.
Moustache was also found committing suicide in the basement, which annoyed the US military.
They did not get the credit for the capture of Berlin, but also lost the credit for the mustache. The two biggest credits were not touched.
This irritated countless U.S. troops who wanted to make achievements. I believe Eisenhower was equally angry. He failed to complete his trip to Europe.
This is the place where Eisenhower was most disappointed. He was all ready for a speech to celebrate the feast and the speech on stage.
If his people could dare to be before the Soviets, these preparations would not become garbage.
However, as the supreme commander of the Allied forces in Europe, his personal credit will be recognized by the entire Allied forces.
His name will be written with Normandy, the most glorious landing battle in human history, and will always be recorded in history.
After the fall of Berlin, the little dwarf committed suicide, and a lot of good news followed.
Almost every day, there are NC troops that surrender and surrender. Naturally, they also swear to resist, but in any case, these are no longer the focus.
The end of the European war situation is a foregone conclusion, this is the most important.
Later, they also found strange camps, concentration camps...
In just two days, the inhumane scenes of the NC concentration camp spread to the whole world, and people were shocked by this tragic situation.
The written record left by the NC is the evidence of how long the person was detained in the concentration camp and the death still survived.
What kind of torture they suffered has become the big news that reporters are scrambling to report.
Battlefield reporters who have caught a life-threatening risk are rewarded. The big news is like spiritual food to them, which is enough to offset everything they pay.
A reporter from Los Angeles News Corporation was also on the scene, and he not only got first-hand information, but also became famous because he was the first to send the consultation back to North America.
This is good news, but not for everyone.
Joyce, a senior reporter at the New York Times, specializes in economic layout. Many years ago, a group of photos of twins and Mary were taken to let her get this position.
However, in recent years she has never received good news.
This made her situation in the New York Times embarrassing and subtle, the boss was dissatisfied with her performance, and the rising star stared at her position again.
Joyce's pressure is very great, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't write amazing reports.
It’s not ‘good,’ ‘okay. ’
It is news that can cause people to rush to buy and stir up public opinion.
It is not her duty to do well. What he needs is to be the best, better than everyone, and find out the big news.
This is the key to keeping her existing position.
Interestingly, since that day, she has never been favored by good luck.
The encounter with Mary did not make the two friends, and she never got valuable news from the other party, even without seeing her.
"I have to do something to change the situation now!" The young man looking at the newspaper full of honor, wearing a helmet, wearing military uniform, holding a camera.
Joyce thought he must be brave... bolder.
So she decided to try her luck in the Lee's apartment building, no matter how bad it was.
"Miss, you can't stay here." Came to Lee's apartment, Joyce squatted across the apartment, and someone soon drove her.
"Why?" Joyce said with a puzzled hand. "I am a reporter from the New York Times. I have the right to interview."
"This is a private place, and also has the right to privacy, if you have to be more authentic." The security guard said indifferently.
"Okay!" Joyce shook his head helplessly and tentatively said: "But, I know Mrs. Li..."
The security guards looked at each other, and after asking Joyce's name, one of them turned to the lobby, and there was a phone call that allowed him to contact the security room.
"BOSS, someone at the door said he knew Mrs. She was called 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 at home, was feeling a little bored and asked him to see what the reporter lady wanted to do.
As far as he knew, Mary didn't seem to have a good reporter friend, that is to say, the other party was lying.
"Interesting." Putting down the dumbbell in his hand, Li Zitao turned to the bathroom and said, "Please ask her to wait in the living room for a while. I have to clean myself first."
Walking into the lobby with the starry sky roof, looking at the floor that is smooth enough to be a mirror, classical carvings, elaborate and comfortable layout, dazzling display.
Joyce felt like she was dreaming at this moment, she really came in.
Just when the elevator went up, Joyce suddenly thought of a bad question, ‘I lied...’
But in a blink of an eye Joyce thought again, ‘It can’t be considered a lie, I do know her...just not sure if she remembers me. ’
Just when Joyce was comforting herself, the elevator had reached the parlor, and she followed the man who claimed to be the housekeeper to the sofa in a trance.
"Miss Joyce, what do you need, tea, coffee?" Franz asked softly.
"Tea...no~EbookFREE.me~Do you have whiskey?" Joyce felt she needed a drink to stabilize her mood.
"Of course." Flander looked at her unexpectedly. A strange woman broke into the apartment and offered to drink.
This is like a hint.
It's just that French Emperor doesn't like it very much, because this is Li's apartment. If the wife knows it, things will get very bad.
"French Emperor, are you here?" Li Zitao came in wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
"Yes, sir." French Emperor stood by the sofa and pointed at Joyce. "Miss Joyce, a reporter for the New York Times."
"Hello, Joyce." Li Zitao sat across from the table and smiled at the whiskey on the table. "Good choice."
"Yes... yes." Joyce stumbled.
Then quickly picked up the wine in front of her and poured it into her mouth. The spicy taste of pure whiskey made her cough in awkwardness.
"Relax, Joyce... Are you and Mary a friend?" Li Zitao sipped his whiskey and smiled, "This is a top Scotch whisky, you should taste it slowly."
"Yes sir, I...I know...I..." Joyce tried hard, but she couldn't.
"Sorry sir, I lied, I'm not familiar with your wife, I just took pictures of her a few years ago." Joyce decided to confess.
Although the other party was laughing, the look in his eyes seemed to see through everything.
Joyce seemed to be stripped and stood in front of the other party. There was no secret from inside to outside, which made her unable to lie.
"Very good, Joyce, this gives me the desire to continue talking to you." Instructed the French to pour another glass of wine, Li Zitao asked with a cigar: "Tell me, Ms. Joyce , What do you want from me?"