The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 669 The TV Station Also Comes

The next day, four people were arranged to stay behind, and the rest of them had to go to the elementary school together. This was also Song Zhigang's fault. Before donating money, he promised the students to go there together.

There are also two Dongfeng cars left in the camp area of ​​the second battalion, which were used before when the recruit company was still there. After that, they have been idle and have not been driven once.

This time almost all the members were mobilized. Song Zhigang said that Ding Xiaojun and Ding Xiaojun discussed it and finally decided to drive out by themselves.

In fact, it was not a discussion, it was almost Song Zhigang's opinion alone. Ding Xiaojun's original intention was not to use military vehicles, but he failed to persuade Song Zhigang.

After a simple overhaul of the car, Song Zhigang took the initiative to be the driver. Ding Xiaojun didn't know if it was Song Zhigang's intention to drive.

First, we went to the urban area and bought a wheelchair. It only cost 600 yuan, not even a fraction of the donation. However, Song Zhigang said that in the past, there might be places where more money was needed in elementary schools in mountainous areas. Set the target on a teacher.

(Some people may say, why don’t you want to buy a good, electric one when buying a wheelchair? Isn’t it more convenient? What kind of problem is it? With the conditions in the mountainous area, maintenance is also a difficult task, but the most basic problem is not so troublesome, and it can be solved by knowing how to repair bicycles.)
When walking to the elementary school in the mountainous area, Song Zhigang also called the local TV station, pretending to go to help the poor, but he was not familiar with the road and did not know the detailed location. Now that the TV station reported it, he would know more detailed places , I hope that the local TV station can arrange someone to be a guide.

After the phone call ended, Ding Xiaojun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Song Zhigang: "You are too much, it's just such a trivial matter, you still have to make everyone know about it."

Song Zhigang gave Ding Xiaojun a sideways glance: "Xiao Ding, you don't understand. The TV station also needs to have some news reports every day. I do this not for any utilitarian purpose, but to let more people see that we soldiers, then Is it really doing something for this society? You don’t know. Over the past few years, our army’s propaganda deeds have become less and less. How many people say that our soldiers are doing nothing practical with taxpayers’ money? .”

"Okay, you can say whatever you want. I won't argue with you. Now that we've made the phone call, we should leave." Ding Xiaojun said indifferently.

"I'm waiting, there's no hurry." Song Zhigang put his hand on the steering wheel, looking not in a hurry.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go and settle the matter early. We're wasting time here. Maybe you have to wait for someone." Ding Xiaojun was really anxious.

"Hey, you're right, I'm just waiting for someone." Song Zhigang replied.

"You don't mean to wait for the people from the TV station, do you believe that those busy people will really come." Ding Xiaojun expressed some disbelief.

"You guessed it right again. Believe it or not, the TV station will soon send a team of reporters over." Song Zhigang tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and said.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not, don't try to tempt me to make a bet with you." Ding Xiaojun said, looking out of the window.

It was just this swipe, and I really found the TV station's car driving over.

The TV station's car drove by, and then a female reporter got out of the car, followed by a cameraman carrying a video camera.

This really made Song Zhigang right, and there was no deviation at all.

Song Zhigang opened the door and got out of the car. He first cursed at the students in the car: "You all have to be more energetic. You are all going to be on TV today, so don't cause anything to happen to me."

After Song Zhigang finished speaking, he strode up to the reporter. After shaking hands with the female reporter, he was interviewed by the reporter with some questions.

Ding Xiaojun sat in the car, lured through the car window to look at the confident Song Zhigang who was talking to the camera, and couldn't help muttering, "For this kind of thing, there must be someone who can stand up to the scene."

The person Ding Xiaojun was talking about who could stand up to the scene was naturally Song Zhigang. Looking at his confident smiling face, he exchanged a few words with the female reporter from time to time. Ding Xiaojun had never seen that calmness before.

This also fully demonstrates that Song Zhigang has the experience of dealing with big scenes, at least it is not the first time that Song Zhigang faces the local propaganda media like this.

After watching for a while, seeing that Song Zhigang was still having questions and answers with the female reporter, Ding Xiaojun also opened the door and got out of the car.

"Squad Leader Ding, Squad Leader Ding." The students in the car did not know which student was calling him softly.

Ding Xiaojun raised his head, looked at the upright student standing on the carriage, and asked, "What's the matter?"

At this time, a student on the edge of the carriage gestured in Song Zhigang's direction: "Squad Leader Ding, how long will it take? We are very tired like this."

Ding Xiaojun glanced at Song Zhigang, then turned back to the student on the carriage and said, "I don't know about that, so I'll go over and remind him."

"I'm sorry, Squad Leader Ding." The students in the car said, and Ding Xiaojun could tell from his tone that they were also a little dissatisfied with Song Zhigang's actions.

Ding Xiaojun walked towards Song Zhigang. You didn't face the camera, but walked past him. Before he arrived, three people, including the reporter, spotted him.

Ding Xiaojun raised his hand, greeted the photographer and the female reporter, and gave them both a smile. As for Song Zhigang, he didn't need it, and he was speaking some important principles into the female reporter's microphone.

"We should go!" Ding Xiaojun gestured to Song Zhigang with his lips.

"...Well, let's say so much first, our officers and soldiers can't wait to rush to..." Song Zhigang received the message from Ding Xiaojun and made the final concluding remarks.

The female reporter said a few more words to the camera. Ding Xiaojun didn't care about what she said after that. He was walking towards the vehicle with Song Zhigang.

"Squad Leader Ding, we need you to drive the rest of the way." Song Zhigang said to Ding Xiaojun when he reached the car.

"What about you?" Ding Xiaojun just asked, when he saw Song Zhigang get on the side of the carriage.

"Behind me." Song Zhigang said when he got into the car, waving his hands to Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun didn't ask Song Zhigang what, he was able to get into the trunk, it must be to show something to the accompanying press corps, Ding Xiaojun didn't care about those details anymore, no matter what Song Zhigang did, wasn't it for the sake of the army's appearance? Although it made him look down on it, to be honest, the troops did, as he said, need to publicize to the people.

(End of this chapter)