Chapter 820: Impossible

As the couple left, the crowd was talking about it.

"The high salary in that place is earned by stepping on others. How can anyone get the money? And the high salary, it's really a waste of all these years of study."

"Haha, maybe these two young people were paid high salaries by others in the past!"

"Whether it's getting a high salary or being paid a high salary, it's a matter of sticking your head in your belt. You don't know when you will die! Who cares about such a high salary?"

"Hey, brother, that's the reason! That kind of crappy place is giving me money to play and travel, and I won't go even if I beg you to go there!"

After a pause, the high and sharp voice concluded with lingering meaning: "Only a fool with water in his brain will really go!"

The customs hall was bustling with voices, but it didn't affect the immigration officer who was sitting behind the platform and reviewing the documents. His tightly frowned brows hinted that the things in his hands were not simple.

"Going to northern Myanmar for an interview?"

The middle-aged policeman held the newly received exit form in his hand, staring at the "Purpose of Exit" column with a pair of medium-sized eyes, muttering, his face full of disbelief.

"You are going to northern Myanmar for an interview?"

He raised his head and repeated, his expression was very surprised, and his voice was inevitably a little loud, which attracted the people around who were watching the strange couple leave, and turned back to continue watching the excitement.

Zhang Yang looked calm and nodded.

After being surprised, the middle-aged policeman pondered for a moment. After all, there had never been such a precedent, so he asked cautiously: "Reporter Zhang, do you have a letter of introduction from your unit?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and handed over the prepared press card in his hand.

The middle-aged policeman weighed the small notebook in his hand, and for the first time felt that this kind of social certificate was as heavy and serious as his police officer certificate.

Somewhat tricky.

Journalists are experienced people who know the law and are good at dealing with things. They also have channels for external communication. It is not easy for him to deal with this matter in the same way as ordinary people.

"Officer, you know. Most people now..."

"Wait a minute." The middle-aged policeman, who had been struggling for a while, stood up and went to the office behind with his flamboyant ID card and passport.

As an old border man, the middle-aged policeman knew the risks of going to northern Myanmar, and was very clear about the dangers that the journalist in front of him would face as soon as he let him go.

But obviously, the other party's trip this time was completely different from the previous couple who wanted to get a "high salary". It was 100% impossible for them to go out for personal gain.

Journalists were once a respected profession, regarded as the exposer of lies and the guardian of the truth. Digging out facts, delivering true information, and then promoting justice and fairness at the public level.

When many children applied for the college entrance examination for journalism, they were inspired by those journalists who dared to pursue the truth and were not afraid of power and danger.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged policeman came out and let Zhang Yang and his party into the office with a serious face, then closed the door and left to continue his work.

There was an old leader sitting by the window in the office.

He stood up and motioned for several people to sit down, then looked at the young female reporter and slowly said: "Do you know the risks of interviewing in northern Myanmar?"

"Yes, but we have the responsibility to reveal the truth to the people of the whole country." Zhang Yang looked back seriously and said, "Officer, it's not only civil servants who serve the people in the world."

Li Xia, who was sitting in the corner, smiled coldly: If everyone could serve the people, his brother would not be trapped in that broken place in northern Myanmar and could not come back. But people like him who came all the way from the side door are not interested in public things.

The leader nodded slightly, his eyes moving back and forth between Zhang Yang and her companions.

The young man sitting behind Zhang Yang looked very innocent at first glance, with a silly smile without any scheming. He habitually looked at his leader whenever he had something to do, and his eyes revealed admiration and excitement and curiosity about this mission. He was a very ordinary person.

The man who sat a little further away was interesting. He chose a chair near the door and sat with his eyes constantly wandering around the room. He was very alert, as if he was constantly assessing the surrounding environment and potential threats. He seemed indifferent to the surroundings, but in fact, he felt that he would run away immediately if something went wrong.

The faint smile on his face, to use a popular adjective, was really too social.

As immigration police who have been guarding the entry and exit of people for the country for many years, there are hundreds of people coming and going every day, not to mention thousands.

And screening and identifying which people are ordinary passengers and which people have potential risks is their daily work, just like eating and drinking.

The leader's judgment of these strangers is sharp and accurate.

The man sitting by the door has a completely different demeanor and aura from others. He doesn't look like a reporter in the current stable and developing social context.

In other words, this person is similar to the reporter who specialized in going undercover and exposing the dark side of society in the early years. Because of his rich experience and years of wandering on the edge of society, he has changed today.

Thinking of this, the leader suddenly felt admiration.

"Reporter Zhang, thank you for your honesty and cooperation. But in addition to the danger in northern Myanmar, at this point in time, well, it is actually a bit sensitive. Well, the higher-ups even issued us a document and held a meeting to control this aspect."

The leader paused and looked at Zhang Yang and her little follower. Both of them looked a little disappointed. Interestingly, the man sitting by the door was calm.

"Why did you ask us to come in? It's a waste of time." Photographer Xiao Zhao muttered unceremoniously. His voice was not loud, but it was still clearly heard in the office.

Zhang Yang remained silent. He was disappointed from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't pay attention to or stop Xiao Zhao's impolite behavior of interrupting.

Li Xia, who was sitting by the door, did not show any disappointment or dissatisfaction.

Hey, still very calm, a character. The leader turned his eyes away from Li Xia and shrugged regretfully: "Please come here, mainly to explain to you in person why you can't pass."

"Explain? What to explain? Why can't we pass?" Xiao Zhao looked confused and asked directly.

The leader smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Yang probably knew what the leader meant. The leader of the Immigration Bureau was very polite to speak to this extent.

She pulled Xiao Zhao, who was still trying to get to the bottom of the matter, out, and Li Xia followed silently. After walking a long way out, she slightly turned her head and glanced behind her.

The leader stood up and saw them out the door. Looking at the three people leaving, he thought to himself that if this national-level action was unsuccessful, it would really hurt these backbone people who were dedicated to the country.